You couldn’t discribe how I felt the next day as my body churned with the motivation of a paython wanting nothing more then to hibernate under a rock somewhere to wait out the winter months with cold blooded tempertures of liquid nitrogen.
Even knowing I lacked the much needed supplies to survive the day of recovery from the very real attempt on my life by a metal contraption of the uppers neglect.
My stomach growled at the absence of the sustainance it needed to even make the trip to the store berating myself for not going before I was nearly flung to my death over a flatbed of railrod rat races to see how many slumers could be taken out with one trip.
I dragged my arse out of bed with a groan of a hippo rolling over in a river of agony and pain as every muscle in my body screamed under the wieght of yesterdays abuse.
The distance reaking havoc knowing that the lack of much needed transportation to make the trip having had that privilage subtracted from the slums centries ago leaving only your own two legs to carry your sorry carcass wherever you needed to go.
Unless you had a motor cycle of course that being the only mode of transport still available but who’s got the money for the fuel.
Certianly not me.
If you can even find anybody selling it that is considering the other uses the people of the slums can think up makes it a far more valuable conmodity then wasting it on something that just gets you from a to b.
My movement on the verge of calapse with the scrapes and bruises acumulating on various parts of my body building up from the last few weeks of tortured events had me dragging my feet towards the shower which thankfully had hot water again as it’s spray of pure bliss eased the soreness within my soul.
Running through my mind was a tense almost binding sense of what I really needed to get me through.
My mind recollecting yesterdays dibacle of unwarrented use of the side of my brain that was usualy kept under lock and key for obvious reasons.
Knowing that to open said storehouse of things I so desparaly wanted but couldn ‘t have since there was only one person that could bring out that side of me was woefully out of reach in the literal sense.
I couldn’t stop the enterage of mindful fantasies.
Just the thought of those imagined capable hands on my person welled inside me with stacked need for validation of his feelings for me.
With my eyes closed picturing his unprompted masculine specimen entering the shower along side me with a grin of command.
His wolf tendacies dripping with an aura of brat taming growls aired from a chest of strength and power at being the only one who could handle what was claimed as his.
Each step towards me a power struggle of who will win this fight as I smirked up at his smug face rebelous to the point of begging for punishment of an insolence that was in my nature.
His hand grasps gently at my neck.
A touch soft yet held the song of a man who knows what he wants and won’t stop until he has it.
His words against my ear.
A closeness that sends exilerating shivers down my spine.
The person dancing on my grave exuberatly joyous at the reaction to his voice as his cheek brushs up against mine.
A breathy stern no holds barred you are mine in the undertone of those words in my ear.
“Behave.”
One word enough to make me smirk knowing that I had no intention of complying far too happy to see the beast in him emerge.
Revealing in the fact that his power to quell my rebelous attitude with all his domination was what made me melt for only him.
Stiffling my planned push against his claim he spins me around pressing his naked body against my back.
His skin touching mine as the cool tiles serve to focus my attention on his warmth behind me.
His plan well and truly underway with an erection growing harder between us as it rests at my arse, a promise of whats to come if I don’t submit to him.
With a hand still at my throat never under any preasure.
A trusting touch that only he can posess whispering in the opposite ear the transition hieghtening my senses as was meant.
To hone in my concerntration on every sound and touch of his ownership.
“You will behave.”
His free hand gripping my wrist to hold it firm against my back with an assertiveness meant to restrict my access to go faster.
The bite with teeth dug in at my shoulder joint making me gasp as moisture pooled between my thighs only to wash away with the hot water still pelting down at us.
The mixture of cold tiles and steam forcing my senses into a state of hypervigelance.
Every detail of his touch a pinpoint of pure desire and want of him.
“Patience.”
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His time to set the pace.
His desire to take it slow knowing my tendencies to rush the pleasure a bad habit of mine.
Relaxing into him.
His hand removed from my throat now working its way down my spine ever so softly the dancing grave diggers now working to send me into a frenzy of wanting.
My achilles heel of pleasure touches.
Breath catching as fingers slowly pressed down spreading out the lower they got on my body.
Moving with unaltered speed towards my hip aiming for what I desparately hoped was my main point of entry.
Moaning in anticipation of his fingers against my central point of need for him.
My legs opening as much as he would allow being pressed as I was against the wall preparing for his touch.
An evil chuckle in my ear when he stopped just shy of his target making me growl in displeaser.
“Not yet baby girl. Not yet.”
Bang!
Snapping my eyes open the sound cutting through my pleasure dream.
An unwanted interuption to the release of bent up frustration I so desparately wanted to get out.
“For fucks sakes.”
Turning the shower off and storming out of the bathroom with only a towel I checked to see where the noise had come from.
Near the window by my bed a vase had toppled over from the wind that had blown through lifting the curtians with just enough force to push it over the edge.
Now a shattered mess on the floor I growled in frustraion.
Until I heard the meow.
Spining around a small black feline stared up at me like it’s new mummy with eyes of two different colours.
One blue and one green.
Furr as black as midnight a soft velvety contrast to the floor beneath it’s feet.
“A kitten?!”
Animals in general had almost completely died out.
You could live a whole life time without seeing one in person.
So the appearance of what could only pass as a rare comodity was surprising in the least.
I hadn’t thought there were any real animals left it had been that long since someone had found one.
To have a kitten suddenly appear in my room was suspious enough.
Add to that the open window that I swear was closed before I went to sleep.
I couldn’t help worry that I’d stepped out of reality and into an alternate universe.
Giving in to my obvious delusion I Bent down.
My movements slow so as not to frieghten the small creature my hand outstretched stopping just in front of it’s whiskered face.
With an affectionate purring meow that rolled out of its mouth while pressing forwards against my hand with a head rub.
My eyes blurred unexpectantly.
With a dizzying vertigo I was whisked into a past vision of the small furball instantly transported outside on the streets where a tall man of 6″7 and greying hair walked away from what I could only guess was the now mewing kitten in my hand. Read the latest chapters at g.com.
“Dad?”
Not in control of this strange phenomenon eyes turned towards the now open window high above me.
My sight within the kittens soul held passenger as she leaped with the agility of the feline she was with grace towards my now open window.
Whooshed back into my own body I blinked repaidly until the vertigo subsided.
The kitten now purring in my lap like it knew what I’d just witnessed.
Tiny paws clawing at my skin with a meow, eyes slowly opening with a knowing almost ethereal look.
Having never experenced it’s like being my first time encountering an animal that was not a shifter I had no idea what it all meant.
Was my dad really here?
Was he the one that had opened my window?
If so, then why?
What did it all mean?
While I did have a cell phone.
The ancient device merely a decoration for all the signal you got down here in the slums.
Half the time the call not even connecting as each one cost an arm and a leg that basically made the thing an overpriced accessery best left as a paper wieght.
I only used it for emergency purposes since paying the bill meant not eating for a week.
An over exageration of course but you get my point.
Never the less I felt that this classed as one such emergency.
Kitten in hand now asleep snuggled in the crook of my arm I pulled out the costly roll of the dice and dialed my father.
Answering after one ring his voice louder then a fog horn in an attempt to be heard through the crackling static of the slums one working tower.
“Miss me so soon?”
“Dad! Where are you?”
“Where am I? At home of course. Where else would I be?”
“You weren’t just outside my house?”
“What’s this about sweatie you miss me that much?”
“So you weren’t just outside my house then?”
“No Alrexia I’m here with your mother.”
My mother who’s voice in the background was asking who was on the phone confirmed that he was really at home.
“Are you alright? What’s going on?”
Maybe I am going carzy.
“Nothing. Just thought I saw you that’s all.”
“In the slums? Nope wasn’t me. The trains been broken down since yesterday. Something about the tracks needing repairs.”
The kitten in my arms looked up at me with those multi coloured eyes of mystery momentarily distracting me from my questioning.
“Alrexia what’s happened?”
Smiling I answered.
“I found a kitten.”
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