The Book of Byakko

Author's note: All original characters, hope you enjoy the start of a pretty interesting story.


Chapter 1

She knew he wanted her the moment they made eye contact, no matter how brief it was. He watched her as her body slipped into the darker parts of the club, shadows slipping over her curves and the bit of light reflecting off those thick mirrored shades. His followed her, pressing into her form like a lovers touch. She thought about ignoring him but his gaze became impossible to ignore. After sitting in a booth in the dark corner she began to occasionally watch him back, unbeknownst to him of course due to the fact that her eyes were hidden. Black tendrils of hair fell over her shoulders, framing not only her face but her breasts which were hidden beneath the simple T-shirt, nothing special or fancy, unlike all the others around her. Corsets and leather seemed to be the clothing of choice. She on the other hand just added leather pants and black boots to her attire. So simplistic it was a laugh in the face to all the others. But somehow she made the outfit work. It was possibly how taught the shirt was pulled over her breasts, peaks hardening as the climate changed around her. The think wrap around glasses hid her eyes though what was visible was highly attractive, mostly due to the swell of her bee stung licks, making it seem as if her thoughts were nothing but naughty by default. It made leading a man on all too easy and an annoyance when she wasn't in the mood.

They were close, she could feel them in her bones, making them ache with an intolerable need to bolt. Yet she didn't. She still had time. Precious, precious time. Her unpainted nails tapped along the table top, the noise barely heard amongst the pulsating music and chatter. In order to actually bee heart patrons were forced to yell back and forth between each other, carrying on conversations for all to hear. Sifting through talk of where to score coke, have sex, and eat afterwards she found herself focusing back on the same lone man whose eyes hadn't left her since she entered. Her own gaze had been on the other drugged men on the dance floor, ready to have sex on the dance floor had their partners let them. They were ideal for tonight, someone she wouldn't have to seduce or put thoughts into their heads. Their minds were already thrown in the gutter and all she had to do was get them alone. But it seemed she already had one man's attention.

Slowly she allowed herself to look at him, eyes not quickly leaving his form as they'd done before. Before she couldn't have recited what color his hair was or what he looked like in general. But now she saw his bright green eyes in the dim light, and the way his slightly long hair seemed to fall over his forehead, begging to be shoved back. His eyes were eager, gaining some sort of satisfaction in her finally acknowledging his presence and not just occasionally glancing in his general direction. He leaned forward on the barstool, button down shirt pulled rather taught over the center of his chest. His attention was pulled away only when the bartender touched his shoulder to collect payment for the drink he'd just slid in front of him.

Turning her thin wrist over she looked at her watch. She didn't have much time now before they would find her, and she needed to be ready. Having only seconds to decide she stood and walked toward the bar. His eyes widened in slight surprise when he turned around to find her moving in his direction. It wasn't till he could plainly see his reflection in her dark shades that he found his voice.

"I watched you." he said, forcing his voice to sound like his own. "I watched you come in and couldn't help but...keep watching." he spoke carefully, afraid to offend her from the sounds of it. But to her talking was highly overrated, especially when their minds were dancing along he same subject.

She looked at her watch again, counting the time left down to the second.

"Lets go upstairs." her words cut him off as he began to speak again. "Lets find a room."

He trailed behind her, all to ready to leave his drink behind him and follow her wherever she wished to go. They moved to the back of the club and through a door he never realized was there. People hung about the hall way, many with tattoo's snaking their way across their exposed skin, some beginning to please their lovers in front of all to see in the still dim light. It was the VIP area, which would explain why he'd never seen it before. The small of pot and sweat filled his nostrils but failed to deter his need to follow her. She too seemed to realize that he was enveloped in her some how, not bothering to look back to see if he was still there. The only tiime she did so was when they reached the dark room, the light bulb above the bed humming with electricity when her nimble finger flicked the light on. It was dingy and the made bed did little to hide the fact that it hadn't been really cleaned in days. But she didn't plan on being in the room for too long

After he shut the door behind himself she immediately heard his heart thundering in his chest. The beast beneath her skin stirred.

The mirror on the wall reflected her form back to her, making her realize she was still wearing her shades. He on the other hand kept watching her, waiting for her next move. Reaching up she slipped the glasses off, tossing them on the table by the bed. "What's your name?" Her voice was soothing while she ran her hands through her thick black hair. Her almond shaped eyes showed that she was at least partially of Asian decent.

"Nickolai." He said. He stepped away from the door closer to her. "What about you?"

She seemed to think for a second before letting a name fall from her bee stung lips. "Nina." She let her name sink in before her eyes looked directly into his. "I don't have much time, so lets hurry up." With that she undid the belt that wrapped around her waist and pulled it out with one quick yank that send a shiver down his spine.

Nikolai's fingers went to his shirt, attempting to quickly unbutton his shirt, when his fingers slipped numerous times he resulted in pulling it over his head. When it was off she was in front of him attacking his pants with the quick movements of her hands. Before he knew it she unzipped his pants and he felt them slowly begin to sag around his waist. With barely any distance between them he felt her breasts covered in the fabric of her shirt press against his stomach, her nipples erect and dragging along the sensitive flesh. He felt himself become erect even before her hand gabbed him between the legs. The material of his boxers didn't hid the warm that trickled up her fingertips. She shuddered as the beast stirred once more beneath her skin. His hand found one of her breasts, squeezing and toying with it before his thumb teased the sensitive peak. His movements were as quick as hers, lust giving him not time to think, only react. I was just what she wanted.

The kiss was deep needful, him wondering where such lustful feelings had been all his life. Her swollen lips pushed hard against him while she forced her hands down the front of his boxers. He gave what almost could have been a whimper as she worked her hand against him. He was stiff in her grasp but only became harder as she moved it quicker, tongue pushing into his mouth and his grip harder against her breasts. Then as quickly as she'd shoved her hands down his pants, she pushed away. Putting a great deal of distance between them, their body heat no longer humming against one another. Standing there with his pants at his ankles he attempted to move forward, only stopped by his feet tangled in jeans. As he struggled to remove his shoes and then the pants she removed the simple T-shirt that hid the swell of her breasts. Pulling the material over her head, slowly the large tattooalong her back began to show. Out lined in thick bold lines Nikolai could make out the image of a tiger though little else due to all the blood rushing from his brain to between his legs.

She pulled the shirt away to reveal that she was bra less, the tight shirt supporting her breasts just enough. But now they met the cool air, already erect aching from his grabbing hands. Before she managed to do away with her pants he was there, moving quick and yanking her close, mouth going to the exposed mounds of her breasts and running his mouth over every inch he could cover. He attacked her as if he'd been starved all his life, craving her . The force he used knocked her back a few steps till her back pushed against the wall. He suckled the pink peaks until she groaned between clenched teeth, holding his head between both hands, as if guiding him. She didn't mind the foreplay, especially since he was better at it than she thought. but the time she had was sparse. Bucking under him she pushed him away, breasts slick with his saliva.

By the time she removed her pants and corralled him onto the bed her beast was already beginning to awaken. Nina managed to lie him down on the bed, his heart beat thundering so loudly she could almost picture the organ in her mind. Nikolai's man hood stood at attention, aching for release only she could give him. "Please." he moaned, laying on his back, watching her at the side of the bed, large breasts rising and falling with each breath. Crawling over to him she felt him stir and want to sit up but stopped it by putting a hand to his throat and shoving him back down on the bed. He didn't try to sit up again. Closing her hand around him again she began to work it back and forth, slowly at first before look at his face and moving it faster. Sounds caught in his throat, all sorts till he begged her to put him in her mouth, clawing at the bed sheets he watched her till the pace slowed and then stopped. Nina climbed over top him, straddling his body backwards.

Nikolai watched her tattoo ripple as the muscles beneath worked whileshe situated herself. Her backside was planted teasingly in front of him. He grabbed her rear with two hands before she pulled away and sat on his pelvis. She forced him to enter her quickly, causing her of breath to leave her, and for him to shudder under her form. Having mounted him backwards she faced the mirror, watched her body lean forward, hands on the bed on either side of his legs, breasts hanging slightly, still effected by the cool temperature. Her hips moved, him sliding in and out of her slowly, easing into a steady pace till she moved faster. Nina watched herself move in the mirror, buttocks moving up and down, causing her breasts to shake and the bed to protest quietly. She moved like a well oiled machine, each movement drawn out and lucid. Nikolai groaning beneath her was avid proof that it wasn't going un noticed. Sounds began to catch in her throat as the waves of pleasure smacked into her, awakening the monster beneath her skin in a hot rush. She cried out, feeling it clawing at her skin from the inside. She moved faster, bed springs squeaking under her. Bending over further to gain better leverage Nikolai squeezed her buttocks with both hands, seeming to help her move, while watching his manhood push in and out. Meanwhile her breasts began to brush against his legs. Looking back at him the pleasure seemed to hit her harder, and the burning sensation of claws seemed stronger. Her were shoves were fierce now as his shouts were lost in the pleasure of it all. She went faster, buttocks crashing into him with such speed that he could no long keep up with her pace with his hands and instead just allowed his hands to latch on to the firm muscle.

All the how's and why's left her, leaving Nina with the here and now. The pleasure of the intimate moment rocked into her as she controlled every ounce of it. The beast opened its jaws and lapped up every morsel of lust that came roaring over her body. For a split second her mind focused on something else besides feeding the beast under her skin, instead she felt the ache in her bones, stronger than before. They were here.

Her mind tore away from the ache in her bones and focused on the moment as Nikolai cried, oragsming under beneith her, nails digging into her buttocks. She turned her head around to watch his teeth clench and body spasm until she too quickened her pace, the bed begging her to stop until she felt the blow of climax. Unlike Nikolai there was no shout or scream, just a gasp and shudder as she slowly found herself spasming, shoves becoming frantic until she stopped, heart still thundering.

Her locks hung on either side of her head while she attempted to control her breathing. With the fluid motion of a tiger she crawled off his body, swinging her legs around to touch the ground. Nikolai's breaths were still labored behind her while she watched his reflection grab at his aching crotch. The beast lapped at the afterglow, eating its fill it was satisfied and grew stronger under her skin. The tattoo upon her back burned only slightly before she sprang for her clothes.
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Their footsteps were quick as they pushed through the club, not caring about the dancing bodies they knocked into. Their attire allowed them to blend in but it was easy to see that, that was just by chance. They could have cared less that their leather and fishnets just happened to be what everyone else was wearing as well. Their minds were set on other things. Other more dangerous things. They sniffed her out like blood hounds, winding through the crowd and into the VIP area.

The two stopped once the hallway ended and opened up to an area with many rooms, most used by the hour. She was here. The man squinted his eyes, as if trying to see through the walls before he barked an order. "Yeira.." he motioned his head toward the doors and she, with a slight roll of her eyes stepped forward.

Her stilettos were like daggers, digging into the thin carpet, while the leather skirt clung to her like a second skin along her waist, showing the beginning of her buttocks, wrapped in fishnets all the way down to her ankles. Her top was backless, showing the serpent that wound down her spine till it was hidden beneath her clothing. Reaching out her dagger like nails clicked along each door while she walked. Yeira's crimson lips twisted into something wicked before she stopped at one room, shifting her blue eyes to him.

"Our kitty is here, Rashad" She cooed, watching his tall form slither closer before he did the honors and opened the door.

Nikolai lay on the bed, gathering the dirty sheets around him while he started at the two intimidating figures. His eyes grew wide in shock but they ignored him, both taking a step inside the shabby room, looking about for the one they’d come for.

“Who are you?” Nickolai shouted, sitting up right. “Get out of here!”

Still the two ignored him. “Yeira…” Rashad spoke in a warning tone. “Where is she?”

“She’s here.” The dark haired beauty professed. “I can taste her sweat.”

That was when the loose ceiling tile above them gave way and two bare feet slammed into them with the force of a freight train. Their bodies flew back into the hallway, slamming into the wall and leaving behind a good sized dent. Nina landed on her back, having managed only to put her pants on she looked at them bare chested, tendrils of dark hair sticking to her sweat laden skin.

Yeira was the first to stir, eyes blazing like a serpent. “Oh pussy, you are in trouble now.”