Small Vices
Naria did not look forward to this secret meeting with her boss. It would be worth it when he got what he deserved, though.
The lecherous pervert. Stare at my bust, will you. I'll fix him.
She began looking though her wardrobe, and pulled out a purple skirt-length dress. Naria then put on her make-up, something she had not done since she got to Zaibach. The more this guy liked her, the better.
She selected a small knife placed it where it could not be seen.
You never can be too careful with men.
She fixed her hair, brushed her fangs, and checked for imperfections. She found none, and headed off to the general's bedroom.
She knocked on the door, and found him drinking a glass of wine.
"You asked to see me, sir," Naria said.
"Cut it out, Jhourin. I don't like to do that 'sir' shit in the bedroom. It's a big turn-off."
"So—"
"Sit down, Jhourin."
"Naria, sir."
"Fine. Naria."
Naria sat down next to Corkin, and he smelled of wine.
"You are so beautiful. I thought to myself the minute you walked in that door, 'I must have her.' I realize now you're just more than a pretty face."
There may be hope for Corkin yet. Too bad I have to do this.
"You are a sexy body, too. Tell me, where is your famed twin sister?"
"Leave Eriya out of this," she snarled angrily. "I hate the bitch."
"Sorry. I think you're prettier, anyway."
"Oh, I want you," Naria said slyly.
"What do you want?"
"I want to please you with my mouth."
He got a perverted look on his face.
"I knew you were a slut. Now you're going to get what you deserve."
I think it's vice versa.
Corkin lay back on the bed as Naria undid his pants and dropped his shorts.
Naria almost laughed at the size of his thing. He couldn't even fill her mouth with that. She took it in her hand, and began stroking it with her long fingers.
"I always knew you were such a slut. I'm going to enjoy this."
I'm pretty sure you won't.
She made sure it was rock-hard, and she easily took the entire length of him into her mouth, all two pathetic inches of it.
"You slut, I'm going to—"
Naria stroked him with her tongue once, just to encourage him, and then bit down hard, taking his entire penis completely off his body. He went to scream but she quickly muffled him by placing his head between her legs and crushed his skull with an intense squeeze of her muscular thighs. She finished him off by giving her hips a quick thrust, and she snapped his neck.
It was all like beautiful poetry. She wished Folken had seen it.
Damn that pretty-boy gimp and his bitch-wife.
It was about one-thirty in the morning. She put his body in a small wooden box. She then started a fire in the bedroom. She took the box and dragged it to the docks. She took one of the motorized fishing boats out, tied huge weights to the box, and pushed it into the ocean. She sailed back, and cleaned the boat as well. Naria went home, and took a shower to cleanse herself of the dirtiest thing she had ever done.
* * *
Folken awoke, covered in sweat, and sighed with relief. He wondered what the dream meant. Naria had done the most violent, bizarre, and inappropriate thing he could think of to him. She had bitten off his manhood, crushed his skull and snapped his neck so coldly.
"Folken-sama, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, my dear. Go back to sleep. You need to feed Bren in a little while."
"Ugh. Don't remind me. But why do I get the feeling something's wrong?"
"I had a dream about Naria. Maybe even a vision."
"What happened?"
Folken was embarrassed to say how the dream started.
"I dreamt that she and I were making love."
"I thought you got over this years ago."
"I did. But there she was, latching her lips on to my shaft."
"That's more than I needed to know."
"It gets more disturbing. She bites it off, crushes my skull between her legs and snaps my neck."
"Oh my heavens! What do you think this means?"
Folken tried not to scream as he peeked at his crotch.
"Where did it go? Oh, where the hell is it?"
"It's right there, silly," Eriya said. "As big as ever. Do you want me to put my mouth on it so you know that it's there?"
Folken looked at his wife, and realized that it was not Eriya that lay beside him, but her sister Naria and she was grinning that demented, fanged grin.
"Get away from me!" Folken screamed in terror as he jumped out of the bed and ran out of the bedroom.
Eriya huffed in exasperation.
"War is boot camp for marriage."