Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me and God knows it…I think…
When her red-nailed hands fluttered over his pale lithe body, he maked no noise whatsoever and when his wicked tongue trailed its way up her willowy sun-kissed body, she remaind soundless in return. Her voice does not utter a hiss when his hands pressed callously against her modest breasts nor does he flinch when she bit with her blood-drawing teeth.
Perhaps they had some semblance of passion for each other or perhaps they do not, but the thrilling tingle that danced upon their spines was what they truly wanted. Actions brought on by boredom and idleness does not constitute for anything genuinely exciting, but they do enjoy the slow boiling carnal pleasure.
The only time that their breaths quickened and their bodies quivered was when they spoke of their chosen just-in-name lovers. Tales of their pleasurable encounters brought hisses of sadist bliss and animalistic snarls for more and more.
The demon-witch woman told of the times she spent with the blossoming woman-child with blond hair in his eagerly waiting ears and she tells of how sweet her unripe rosy-white body was while her clawed hands tug on his dark strands of hair. She revealed just how impious the girl's voice sounds when her own tearing scratch against her tender skin as he shuddered subtly.
It caused them shivers of want.
The witch also spoke of the times that she has enjoyed with the little girl of black pigtails. He laughed mirthlessly when she complained of the girl's shapeless child body, but then he gritted his teeth in annoyance when she whispered passionate words about her pious little ways; this girl was his least favorite tale because he does not like the way that she mollycoddled one of his own tales.
Yet he does not let her have all the fun.
While he dipped between her slick-sticky thighs, he told her about the maturing red-haired youth. She liked these stories especially because the boy is fun to toy with. Her slender limbs jerked when he murmured against her flesh on just how nicely the insipid boy begged and shivered and she smiled maliciously when he spoke about the boy's crazy fanboy assumptions.
It makes them quake from their heads to their toes.
He spoke more respectfully about his youngest littlest conquest which causes her to snarl in irritation. She disliked the way that he described the boy-child's wanton reluctance when he showered coaxing little kisses on his young round face. Her nails dug into his pale shoulders when tales of just how the tiny child sneaked affectionate kisses afterwards. Stories about this bothersome child were her least favorite ones, but anger makes for nice adrenaline.
Still, despite their specific preferences, they do enjoy each other's touch and they find it easier to promise a seat of power in their regime to each other when they lay together; but of course, it is just a funny little lie. Though, if one were to ask if they were voyeurs and pedophiles, they would tell them 'no'. They did not achieve orgasm by imagining the other's adolescent lovers…
That was not the case; in the past, they had beguiled adults to their beds. They saw these bed partners as conquests and as proof of the vast power they had at their fingertips. They had manipulative charms and they were youthfully beautiful, so naturally they used their lovely charms to their advantage.
Time was forever stopped for them, and yes, sometimes even they grew bored with the mundane methods of chaos, but they knew exactly what to do if such a thing ever came up.
Seek each other out and then find praiseworthy conquests to talk about while they engage in their still-human needs.
The story and I really do stink…its perhaps smutty or not smutty. It or I can't decide.