Gaara heard the heavy metal doors to Carissa Fayne's Jailhouse open. Strangely enough, the new prisoner didn't struggle, or fight at all even. He just said, in a strangely feminine voice, "I hope you're not putting me with another weakling." To say the least, Gaara was a bit surprised. The voice was a feminized version of his own; rough, husky, and dark. The guard chuckled. "Hon, you got nothin' to worry 'bout." However, when the guard stopped at his cell, he was even more surprised. The prisoner was a girl!
At Carissa Fayne, the prisoners were kept in the bare minimum. The boys who were important, like himself, actually had a t-shirt and underwear, instead of just underwear. Strictly speaking, Carissa Fayne was a unisex prison, but it was more of a men's jailhouse. So this girl was dressed in a plain black bra and panties. She didn't even blush when the guard brushed his hand against her ass.
In a flicker, the man's wrist was twisted at an akward angle, and he was whimpering in pain. She hissed through clenched teeth, "Do not touch me again." He nodded, and her expression dissapated, and she walked in, closing the door.
She stood in front of him for a moment, as if to study him. He took this time to check her out (yes, I meant it two ways).
She had ample breasts and curves, toned muscles, and a beautiful face. Her eyes were rimmed in charcoal, like his, and were the color of blue that if they were green, they would have the same color eyes. Her chocolate-colored hair was slightly curly, adding to the mouth-watering effect that she had.
Nodding curtly, as if satisfied with something, she moved to sit down. With the same speed she had used to attack the guard, she was straddling him with both hands around his neck. However, he also had his hand on a very large artery in her leg, that, if popped, would bleed until she died from lack of blood. They stared eachother down, neither willing to lose, until they both released their holds at the same moment. She actually did sit down this time, right next to him.
"You are not like the girls at Johann Geux's. You will survive." She said, almost to herself. "You also remind me of my mate..." she trailed off.
Gaara was surprised. This girl has a mate? Shukaku marveled. Suddenly, the sand on the floor infront of them rose up and formed a knife, a katana, and senbon. Now, Shukaku and Gaara both knew that they weren't doing it, so Gaara spoke.
"You control sand?" He asked, not looking her in the eye.
"It's why they moved me here." She said. "I murdured the women at Johann Geux's. They were bitter-tasting." she added thoughtfully. Instantly, Shukaku was all over Gaara.
She likes blood!
So?
She controls sand!
And?
She smells like my mate!
What?
Akayei!
Excuse me?
Kit, fuck her now!
WTF?!
Fine, if you won't I will.
Wha--
Suddenly, Gaara was no longer in control of his body. He could only silently fume as he watched Shukaku straddle her and press his lips against hers. Her eyes widened. "Shukaku?" She murmured. He nodded. She closed her eyes and moaned as his tongue entered her mouth. "Shukaku..." She mewled. Only, she sounded different. When she opened her eyes, he saw why.
Shukaku's golden eyes stared into Akayei's bronze-colored ones with lust and love. "I missed you..." he said, rubbing her genitilia. "Y'know, maybe we should wait until they get to know eachother." Akayei moaned through her pants and mewls. "Fine... but only because the guard is watching." Just as suddenly, Gaara and the girl were left to their own devices, very turned-on and confused.
This chapter was rushed, but only because it was the first chapter. But hey, look on the bright side; you still don't know her name!
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