Make Me Bad
I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no not again. It's quite deceiving as I'm feeling the flesh make me bad.
KoRn, Make Me Bad.
The baton slammed into leafy flesh, curved spikes along its edge stripping green flesh. The plant-like grat shrieked its high-pitched yell waving its long prehensile tendrils at its attacker.
Nida caught the tendril as it wrapped around his arm. Tugging in rage he snapped it, clear fluid spurting from the wound. He swung the baton again crushing the grat's flesh, shattering its wooden endoskeleton.
The grat slumped to the ground and slowly faded away whilst Nida pulled the severed tendril from his arm and threw it to the floor.
He looked at his baton, pleased that it seemed to be standing up to the rigours of combat. If only his life could work so well. He was still reeling from what had happened in the library and then later with Dana, so that he was unable to think clearly. Instead all his pent up feelings and thoughts had come to the fore, each vying for his attention.
He went back to his room and threw the baton onto his desk and stripped out of his gore-soaked uniform. He then pulled on his casual clothes, black jeans and black shirt, not surprisingly clothes that didn't stand out.
Now he knew what he wanted he was going to go get it. He left for the library and arrived there to find Dana stacking books on the shelves, her long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and Nida couldn't help but notice the way her skirt rode up her legs as she stretched to the higher shelves.
He crept up behind her as she shelved the last book and placed his hands on her hips, making her jump.
'So when do you get off?' he whispered in her ear.
'When you take me.' She thought to herself but replied. 'I have a break soon.'
'How soon?' he asked as he slid a hand under the waistband of her skirt.
Dana tried not to moan softly at his touch. 'Not soon enough.' She whispered back.
'Well it can't be that busy here or someone would've noticed what I'm doing.' He told her, her back pressed against his chest as his hand slid further down caressing her inner thigh.
'Stop please.' She pleaded with his.
'Isn't this what you wanted?' he told her still caressing.
'Yes, only not here.' She breathed.
'Then where?' he asked his fingers creeping slowly upwards.
'The store cupboard.' She told him and finally turned round to him, seeing the same look in her green eyes reflected in his as she led him beyond the desk and into the back room with its smell of dry, musty books.
She grinned as he pushed her back against the wall tearing open her jacket, the buttons falling to the floor, exposing her bra, the pale skin of her cleavage as it heaved with her deep breaths of excitement.
Nida slid his hands inside her jacket and slowly up her back as he kissed and sucked gently on the smooth contours of her collarbone. Dana bit the side of his neck as she started undoing his jeans and she felt the pressure of her bra strap on her back suddenly released.
She winced as Nida lustfully tore at her bra, the material tearing and snapping causing the shoulder strap to crack against her skin as the cup came away in Nida's hand and he moved his lips passionately over the flesh of her breasts.
Dana moaned as he took her erect nipple in his mouth and she felt his hands push her skirt up and heard the soft tearing of the delicate material of her underwear.
Then came the brief sensation of pain as he penetrated her which soon gave way to the persistent tingle of pleasure as she accommodated him and wrapped a leg around his waist.
Nida moved against her passionately, gaining speed as the pleasure grew inside him and he gripped her hips pushing them harder against him. Dana gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails piercing the material of his shirt and raking his flesh as his thrusts continually slammed her against the wall. His body jolted as he came and he groaned softly as the tension released and Dana bit his shoulder in her own pleasure.
His shoulders stung as blood and sweat slowly trickled down his back and they collapsed into each other, spent. He traced the muscles of her tummy with his fingertips as her head rested on his shoulder and ran her hand through his damp hair.
'I was right about you.' She whispered.
'Oh?' he murmured.
'All that locked up passion. you're such an easy lay.' She teased.
Nida raised an eyebrow at that remark. 'So you're using me?' he asked smiling and pinned her to the wall making her giggle.
'Well use me all you want.' He told her as he started to take her again.
I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no not again. It's quite deceiving as I'm feeling the flesh make me bad.
KoRn, Make Me Bad.
The baton slammed into leafy flesh, curved spikes along its edge stripping green flesh. The plant-like grat shrieked its high-pitched yell waving its long prehensile tendrils at its attacker.
Nida caught the tendril as it wrapped around his arm. Tugging in rage he snapped it, clear fluid spurting from the wound. He swung the baton again crushing the grat's flesh, shattering its wooden endoskeleton.
The grat slumped to the ground and slowly faded away whilst Nida pulled the severed tendril from his arm and threw it to the floor.
He looked at his baton, pleased that it seemed to be standing up to the rigours of combat. If only his life could work so well. He was still reeling from what had happened in the library and then later with Dana, so that he was unable to think clearly. Instead all his pent up feelings and thoughts had come to the fore, each vying for his attention.
He went back to his room and threw the baton onto his desk and stripped out of his gore-soaked uniform. He then pulled on his casual clothes, black jeans and black shirt, not surprisingly clothes that didn't stand out.
Now he knew what he wanted he was going to go get it. He left for the library and arrived there to find Dana stacking books on the shelves, her long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and Nida couldn't help but notice the way her skirt rode up her legs as she stretched to the higher shelves.
He crept up behind her as she shelved the last book and placed his hands on her hips, making her jump.
'So when do you get off?' he whispered in her ear.
'When you take me.' She thought to herself but replied. 'I have a break soon.'
'How soon?' he asked as he slid a hand under the waistband of her skirt.
Dana tried not to moan softly at his touch. 'Not soon enough.' She whispered back.
'Well it can't be that busy here or someone would've noticed what I'm doing.' He told her, her back pressed against his chest as his hand slid further down caressing her inner thigh.
'Stop please.' She pleaded with his.
'Isn't this what you wanted?' he told her still caressing.
'Yes, only not here.' She breathed.
'Then where?' he asked his fingers creeping slowly upwards.
'The store cupboard.' She told him and finally turned round to him, seeing the same look in her green eyes reflected in his as she led him beyond the desk and into the back room with its smell of dry, musty books.
She grinned as he pushed her back against the wall tearing open her jacket, the buttons falling to the floor, exposing her bra, the pale skin of her cleavage as it heaved with her deep breaths of excitement.
Nida slid his hands inside her jacket and slowly up her back as he kissed and sucked gently on the smooth contours of her collarbone. Dana bit the side of his neck as she started undoing his jeans and she felt the pressure of her bra strap on her back suddenly released.
She winced as Nida lustfully tore at her bra, the material tearing and snapping causing the shoulder strap to crack against her skin as the cup came away in Nida's hand and he moved his lips passionately over the flesh of her breasts.
Dana moaned as he took her erect nipple in his mouth and she felt his hands push her skirt up and heard the soft tearing of the delicate material of her underwear.
Then came the brief sensation of pain as he penetrated her which soon gave way to the persistent tingle of pleasure as she accommodated him and wrapped a leg around his waist.
Nida moved against her passionately, gaining speed as the pleasure grew inside him and he gripped her hips pushing them harder against him. Dana gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails piercing the material of his shirt and raking his flesh as his thrusts continually slammed her against the wall. His body jolted as he came and he groaned softly as the tension released and Dana bit his shoulder in her own pleasure.
His shoulders stung as blood and sweat slowly trickled down his back and they collapsed into each other, spent. He traced the muscles of her tummy with his fingertips as her head rested on his shoulder and ran her hand through his damp hair.
'I was right about you.' She whispered.
'Oh?' he murmured.
'All that locked up passion. you're such an easy lay.' She teased.
Nida raised an eyebrow at that remark. 'So you're using me?' he asked smiling and pinned her to the wall making her giggle.
'Well use me all you want.' He told her as he started to take her again.