NOTE - this story is a co-authorship between sistergrim and NittanyChick11,
I do not take full credit under any circumstances for this work.
This story is a work of fiction. We only own the characters that are non- WWE. Vince McMahon owns the WWE and characters. Do not distribute, do not sell, and do not sue. THANKS..***********
Molly's cabin was much smaller than Kate's was. At one side, there was a little writing desk and chair. Against the wall next to that was an elaborately carved four poster bed that looked to be a generous queen size at that. Jericho noticed odd little hash marks on one of the posts and got a bad feeling about then. Wendy pushed him into the chair and trapped his hands behind it.
"Leave us," Molly ordered.
"Yes, ma'am," Wendy complied and quickly; Coach retreated to his perch on the bedpost.
"You like me, huh?" Jericho attempted to get her to talk to him.
Molly laughed softly and unbuttoned his shirt, "Don't talk it spoils it," she told him and nuzzled his shoulder.
"Aagh! That hurts!" Chris yelled when Molly bit into his neck and drew blood.
"For a warrior, you sure act like a whelp," Molly marked tracing her long nails across his taught chest.
"Don't you even want to get to know each other first?" Jericho sputtered as she scratched him deeply with the nails.
"OK, fine!" Molly sat back and crossed her arms. "I'm Molly Ravenlust and you're King Bling-Bling, am I right?"
"Don't you want to know my real name?" Chris pleaded.
"Speak if you must," Molly rolled her eyes impatiently.
"It's Chris, Chris Jericho." He told her not wishing to be a faceless notch on that post. 'Why do I care what she thinks of me, what am I doing?' He thought desperately.
"Well Chris Jericho, would you like to find out why they call me Molly Ravenlust?" Molly studied him a moment then leaned down and bit his shoulder.
"Ouch," Chris sputtered.
Molly sighed in disgust, "Am I going to have to gag you?"
"Don't you know how to do anything but bite and scratch?" Chris spat angrily.
"You don't like that, how about this?" Molly smiled cruelly, grabbed him down below, and mauled him with the nails.
Chris gasped in pain and struggled to get loose from the chair. Molly released her vice-like grip.
"It doesn't have to be like this," Chris gasped.
"I suppose you'll be telling me that if I untie you, you'll show me a better way lad?" Molly regarded him thoughtfully.
"Well yeah," Chris stared deeply into her deep blue eye. "Let me go."
"Let him go, SQAWK, let him go," Rattled Coach.
The truth of the matter was Chris did find her very attractive despite the fact that the whole eye thing was a little creepy. And he'd much rather have some choice in what was done to him then be...well...he couldn't even think the word for it. Molly took her sai and swiftly cut his bonds. At first he stayed still, shocked and amazed that she'd actually done it. Then he reached up and touched her face gently. He bent down and covered her mouth in his own; enveloping her in a deep kiss that took her breath away. She lost her grip on her sai and it clattered noisily to the floor. Chris scooped her up and laid her on the bed. Then he proceeded to show her the 'other' way it could be.
"SQAWK! Shiver me timbers! Shiver me timbers!" Went the parrot above them.
This story is a work of fiction. We only own the characters that are non- WWE. Vince McMahon owns the WWE and characters. Do not distribute, do not sell, and do not sue. THANKS..***********
Molly's cabin was much smaller than Kate's was. At one side, there was a little writing desk and chair. Against the wall next to that was an elaborately carved four poster bed that looked to be a generous queen size at that. Jericho noticed odd little hash marks on one of the posts and got a bad feeling about then. Wendy pushed him into the chair and trapped his hands behind it.
"Leave us," Molly ordered.
"Yes, ma'am," Wendy complied and quickly; Coach retreated to his perch on the bedpost.
"You like me, huh?" Jericho attempted to get her to talk to him.
Molly laughed softly and unbuttoned his shirt, "Don't talk it spoils it," she told him and nuzzled his shoulder.
"Aagh! That hurts!" Chris yelled when Molly bit into his neck and drew blood.
"For a warrior, you sure act like a whelp," Molly marked tracing her long nails across his taught chest.
"Don't you even want to get to know each other first?" Jericho sputtered as she scratched him deeply with the nails.
"OK, fine!" Molly sat back and crossed her arms. "I'm Molly Ravenlust and you're King Bling-Bling, am I right?"
"Don't you want to know my real name?" Chris pleaded.
"Speak if you must," Molly rolled her eyes impatiently.
"It's Chris, Chris Jericho." He told her not wishing to be a faceless notch on that post. 'Why do I care what she thinks of me, what am I doing?' He thought desperately.
"Well Chris Jericho, would you like to find out why they call me Molly Ravenlust?" Molly studied him a moment then leaned down and bit his shoulder.
"Ouch," Chris sputtered.
Molly sighed in disgust, "Am I going to have to gag you?"
"Don't you know how to do anything but bite and scratch?" Chris spat angrily.
"You don't like that, how about this?" Molly smiled cruelly, grabbed him down below, and mauled him with the nails.
Chris gasped in pain and struggled to get loose from the chair. Molly released her vice-like grip.
"It doesn't have to be like this," Chris gasped.
"I suppose you'll be telling me that if I untie you, you'll show me a better way lad?" Molly regarded him thoughtfully.
"Well yeah," Chris stared deeply into her deep blue eye. "Let me go."
"Let him go, SQAWK, let him go," Rattled Coach.
The truth of the matter was Chris did find her very attractive despite the fact that the whole eye thing was a little creepy. And he'd much rather have some choice in what was done to him then be...well...he couldn't even think the word for it. Molly took her sai and swiftly cut his bonds. At first he stayed still, shocked and amazed that she'd actually done it. Then he reached up and touched her face gently. He bent down and covered her mouth in his own; enveloping her in a deep kiss that took her breath away. She lost her grip on her sai and it clattered noisily to the floor. Chris scooped her up and laid her on the bed. Then he proceeded to show her the 'other' way it could be.
"SQAWK! Shiver me timbers! Shiver me timbers!" Went the parrot above them.