Chase vs. Kimiko 11
Chase Young and his army of powerful warriors arrived back at his lair. With a snap of his long, slender fingers they morphed down to crawl on their hands and feet once again, growling and purring. The lions, tigers and panthers slunk away into the dark caves of their lodging. He himself stood on the precipice at the entrance of his lair, the strong winds sending his black hair waving whilst he breathed deeply in the satisfaction of his victory. The poor fools, he thought smugly, they never knew.
Then he snapped his fingers again, appearing in his grand bedroom, lavishly decorated with gold linings and red carpeted floor. The black stone that were the walls gave the room an evil but romantic atmosphere. The dim, warm light cast by a single flickering torch was arousing to his senses as his eyes fell onto the slim figure of someone under his sheets. The young lady was curled up invitingly, her lustrous black hair poured over her beautiful face. She was gorgeous under that lighting, an exact representation of her powers. Although she was asleep and vulnerable, the aura her very presence emitted was of great hidden strength. He grinned.
Removing his clothes and slipping under the same sheets, he stroked his finger against her bare back. She stirred a bit.
He slid his arms around her petite waist, pulling her to his body.
Her body was deliciously warm and her skin smooth and soft to the touch. She sleepily brought her hands to cover his, sighing, "Chase."
He gently pulled her hair back, revealing the youthful features of long eyelashes, curvy lips, firm cheeks and a bare neck he began to kiss across.
She groaned this time, "No, no, not tonight. I wanna sleep!" She lazily swatted his face away.
He laughed mischievously and clutched her back, planting kisses over her silky shoulders. "I love you, you know." He blew hot breath into her ear.
"Yeah, yeah." She smiled as his hand touched her ass. "Alright, you win." She rolled onto her back and threw off the sheets, revealing all the bare curves of her body.
His lips curled back into a smile, revealing his long, sharp canines as he laid on top of her.
She smiled the same way, revealing her own sharp canines – but she never had them until sixty years ago, on the day of her 'death'. She giggled suddenly, making Chase raise an eyebrow. "They still believe in that smoke screen?"
"Oh yes." He laughed again. "The better for us, my dear." He put his lips on hers and immediately her tongue pushed past them.
She has grown familiar with these erotic moments where they would both make the loudest animal noises while in the strangest positions. For sixty years they have been doing it. They never tired of the sensation they brought each other. They never tired in the love that spilled on the bed. They never tired of being one. They were never tired of each other. They were never tired.
All thanks to a sip of Lao Meng Long soup, she was just like him. That night in the cave, when she was stabbed by Hannibal, Chase tackled him. The two old enemies fought hard while she sprawled in a pool of her own blood. The pain was killing her, but she forced herself to stand. She delivered the final blow on Hannibal and he fell dead. Chase was taken by surprise; a Xiaolin had just killed in cold blood. She fainted at that point, but not before telling him she had made her choice. She wanted to live with him forever. She could not return home with those blood covered hands. She wanted him with her. She belonged to him and his side now.
There was no turning back. Taking a tin from his pocket, he put the soup to her lips. The transformation was instantaneous. Those in the Sphere of Yun witnessed her kill, her promises and betrayal. They were then murdered by her new drive of power found in the Heylin side.
Panting hard and bent over like the beast she was, her mouth drooling the blood of her victims. She turned to face Chase Young, who stood by laughing maniacally at the pleasure of seeing such cruelty in his beloved. He loved her more than he ever did that night.
Now, under the warmth of the afterglow, they both panted hard. The room smelt delightfully dark, malicious and slightly disturbing; the smell of their sex and sweat. Their young bodies entwined again, they decided on another go.