Twisted Souls (Skarag x Sinclaire)

[Sinclaire]

Rylie

Rylie uncrossed and crossed her legs with exaggerated slowness, giving Mr. Simmons a long flash of her white cotton panties under a short jean skirt. He was practically drooling in his desk. His eyes looked up when she closed her legs and she winked, giving him a knowing grin. He flushed and looked away, making an attempt to shuffle the papers on his desk. And just like that, she would be getting an A+ on the Physics exam. It was really too easy. The concepts were simple enough, she just didn't like to do the work when she didn't need to.

Rylie stood, feeling several eyes on her and picked up her exam. Only 15 minutes had passed, an impossibly short time to have finished the exam but she strode confidently over to Mr. Simmon's desk. Setting her exam down she leaned over to give him a nice view of her small pert breasts in her low cut blouse. At 16, they weren't huge but they looked bigger on her tiny frame. "Whoops, I forgot to write my name," she whispered in a low voice. She watched him look from the paper up to her breasts and down again. It was obviously completely blank but he swallowed hard and took the exam when she'd finished writing her name, complete with a little heart.

He stared at it for a moment then set it face down on his desk. "Very good Rylie. Thank you," he managed to say, seeming a little uncomfortable in his seat. "Anytime Mr. Simmons," she replied suggestively, grabbing her bag from beside her desk and exiting the class. Too easy.

Rylie had somehow managed to acquire more confidence at the age of 16 than most people attained in their entire life. She slung her backpack over a shoulder and headed for the front door of the school. In truth, she didn't know why she still attended. The subjects were simple and dull, just like most of the people. Pulling out her phone as she exited, she texted Jake, one of the few contacts in her phone.

Rylie: Ready to get out of here? Meet me outside.
Jake: Omw

He was a year older and completely wrapped around her finger. She'd known him for years since their mothers had been friends early on and he'd just stuck around. While everyone else tended to shy away from her unusual, intimidating manner, Jake stayed. It didn't matter that it wasn't even lunchtime yet. He was down for whatever she wanted to do.

She walked to the parking lot and pulled out a key to his car. His parents did much better than her single mother who worked two jobs and his car showed it. It was a sleek BMW X6 and it sparkled tan in the morning light. One of the few things she actually enjoyed in life. She didn't have her own car but she drove his so often that it felt like hers. Sliding behind the wheel she relished the warm leather against her skin and started the engine. Jake was jogging through the parking lot towards her and he easily opened the passenger door and slid inside. He was used to her driving. She used to drive it before she'd even had her license.

"Hey," he greeted, flashing her a smile. He was always quick to smile and it placed pleasant dimples on his cheeks. In the last year he had a grown a bit more into his lanky frame but he still appeared to be in the awkward transition of boy to man. All limbs. She didn't respond but he was used to it and began to prattle off about his day. She strangely found this part of their drive reassuring and preferred his talking to the radio.

They passed the diner where her mother was currently working and continued on to Rylie's house even though it was much smaller than Jake's, it was there usual hangout spot. Sliding into the driveway, they both gathered there things and headed inside. Rylie was feeling a bit of an itch that she wanted Jake to scratch.

Sarah

Sarah bustled about the diner, a strand of blonde hair falling from her neat bun. She was the model of efficiency as well as exhaustion. Being a single mother had not been particularly kind to her. While she had a pleasant face and lean body, she had an overabundance of worry and frown lines. She'd been working at Sam's Diner for 15 years now and had nothing much to show for it. Just older and more tired. Her daughter, Rylie, was a total enigma and often seemed more put together than she did. It was embarrassing, but she knew her life was far from figured out even though she was 34.

Bustling around she maintained a quick pace and fast pen. Though her feet ached she didn't stop. The world wouldn't slow down for her if she did. And so she continued, on the never ending merry-go-round of debt and life.

 

[Skarag]

Jake

Being mid-term week, Jake had gone to school, simply because Rylie had a test. He spent what few minutes he did have talking to one of his fellow basketball teammates, about the upcoming game against their vastly superior rivals, come the weekend.

The hornet's nest was a buzz of rumors, in regards to one of the starting rivals not being able to play, which shifted the game back to their advantage, and potential college scouts for new, raw talent, which admittedly, Jake had little of.

He was, mediocre at best, passable at his worst, much like in all things, save Rylie...she was, for lack of a better term out of his league.

If she tried, she could have been the queen bee in school, but that meant trying, and her determination and will fluctuated and often fixated on darker things.

So it was with little to no surprise, Rylie texted him so quickly. It was also no surprise, she drove and didnt listen to him. Which was why he always threw her a curveball just to catch her.

As they passed the diner her mom worked at, as they drove, he assumed to her house, like always, did he drop his latest curveball.

"So...Darren Wright, wont be playing in Saturday's game." he paused, knowing she wasnt listening or didnt care. "Yep. He got busted for murdering his neighbor's kid. Snapped his neck, like a twig."
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The Stranger

He had walked in when a couple walked out. The couple gave him a wide berth, when he made no intention of moving for them.

They, of course, called him rude under their breath. He, simply couldnt be bothered to care. The "urge" hit quicker than he expected and he found himself, here, Nowhere, or whatever its name was.

So, now he sat, staring out the window, disgusted at the town and its offerings, its gifts, walking around in a haze, unaware of the true glory that was trapped just beneath the skin of the boring, rancid, fetid...

At that moment, the waitress drew near, griping about another dirty table and unleft tips, now sensing, one another for the first time.

He could scarcely bring himself to look at her, a picture of true loathing, under pale skin, blonde hair and weary, dull, eyes, the color of exhaustion, of surrendering...his favorite colors. This town might not be so bad after all. But it still didnt bring a smile to his face, not yet, anyway.

 

[Sinclaire]

Rylie

A small silent smile quirked the edge of her lips but she didn't respond to the small add in that Jake made. Though she mostly hung out with Jake for his usefulness she did actually find that she enjoyed his company from time to time. His quirkiness and dark humor were less serious than her own but she still enjoyed it.

However, she was in a different mood entirely. Egging on Mr. Simmons had made her horny. Not because she thought the old pushover was hot, far from it. No, it was due to the way she had so easily manipulated him and ruled over him.

Easily unlocking the front door, Rylie wasted no time in going upstairs to her bedroom. She turned in front of the bed and took her top off in one fluid motion, tossing it to the side.

"How about a bit of fun?" she questioned, biting her lip with an inviting smile. She wore a simple white push up bra that accented her nicely. Crooking her finger in a come hither motion, Rylie grinned and sat back on the bed. She waited for him to come to her, usually expecting him to eat her out to climax before she climbed up to ride him.

Her appetite was usually rough and quick, coming on without warning but that's just the way she was. And what made Jake so perfect was the fact that he rarely questioned her. About anything. Plus, he was a nice fuck whenever she needed it. A way to calm the stirring for chaos that arose from time to time in her gut.

Sarah

The day had been abnormally busy so far and was just starting to slow down when she noticed a new patron sitting in her section. Sarah was normally more aware and conscious of newcomers but this one had seemed to slip in unseen.

Setting down the plates from the table she had been bussing, Sarah put on her generic customer service smile and approached him. He had a quiet demeanor and an odd way about him that was somehow simultaneously attractive and alarming.

"Good afternoon sir," she greeted, pushing down any misgivings her gut was sending her. "What can I get for you today?"

 

[Skarag]

Jake

It is often stated, men would never understand women, and in that book next to that saying, would be a picture of Rylie.

Sure, the pair have had sex, but not nearly as prolific as some of their peers. Despite his best efforts to initiate foreplay and sex, she often, if not always, remained frigid and dispassionate, resulting in a wasted effort and energy.

That being said, when she was ready for it, she was a hellcat, almost as if she were someone else. Jake often wondered if she were bi-polar, but those thoughts faded quickly, as almost as quickly as Rylie's clothes.

There was little room for debate or deviation, Rylie was the queen to their little trysts and expected nothing less. Whether it was just to see him crawl to her, supplicating himself to her desires or to gently kneel between her thighs akin to her knight in shining armor.

Today, he chose the latter, trying to keep a shred of dignity today, and not feeling very pet like, anyways.

Once nestled there, he slowly breathed out over her slowly dampening panties.
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The Stranger

He ignored her for as long as he could, gazing out the window. After several long seconds, he turned his dusky gaze to those dull, dying eyes.

Those hauntingly perfect eyes, unlike the disheveled hostess. They simply stared at one another.

"Coffee. Black." he almost growled with a sneer. "You may go." he waved her away with the back of his left hand, before resuming to the bustling of the dying town out the window.

 

[Sinclaire]

Rylie

Rylie leaned back on her elbows, eyes hungry. As Jake kneeled inches from her sex she ran her fingers through his hair, fingers scraping gently against his scalp. Biting her lower lip, she looked at him through heavily lidded eyes.

His breath tickled lightly against her and she moaned, longing for more. She lifted her hips closer to his face, pussy already soaking wet with anticipation.

A part of her wanted to push him down on the bed and ride his face but she fought it down. Jake was the only one that she ever really fought her urges with. The only one she truly made any sort of effort for. It might have been because she felt as if he was hers. As if she owned him. And she was never the type to needlessly break her own toys. But pressing down the animal wasn't easy and she only had so much willpower.

"Jake..." she breathed out, lightly pressing against the back of his head. It was as much an entreaty for him to continue as it was a warning of her losing battle the inner beast.

Sarah

She was taken aback by the intensity that shown in the stranger's eyes. She felt stripped bare as he silently eyed her down. His words took a moment to register and she stood mute for a moment as he resumed looking out the window. Finally, breaking from her paralysis, Sarah mumbled, "Right away sir," and stumbled away from his table.

It wasn't until she was behind the counter and grabbing his coffee that she felt indignation and anger. What an asshole! What was his problem? She poured the coffee angrily and then took in a deep breath. She wouldn't let it bother her. She dealt with assholes everyday. This guy was no different.

But as she moved back into his vicinity and set his coffee down on the table she knew she was wrong. He was different. She couldn't pin down what made him different but it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Clearing her throat she tried to banish the feeling of foreboding and asked, "Can I get you anything to eat?"

 

[Skarag]

Jake

There were times that he teased her, just so he could watch the stretched rubber band of her willpower, snap, and whatever was inside her, devoured him.

Of course, like all things, one does have to learn the hard way, and that was no different.

That fateful day, which he will always remember, he found himself pinned under her, she using his face and mouth to grind herself to one orgasm after another until, he was sore, and red from lack of air and friction. It had been all for her pleasure, and none for him. A lesson learned once and rarely repeated.

Today, was not a history lesson day. So he slid his hands up her thighs, hooking her panties with his fingers, slowly easing them down to expose, the juicy pink fruit beneath.

He licked his lips in anticipation, as the panties, crept slowing down her skin, tickling the goosebumps of excitement and expectation.

The Stranger

He rarely found his jewel so early, he felt cheated, jaded, and wronged. There had to be someone out there, in the garbage pit of a town more worthy of his gift...anyone, really...

His silent, desperate plea, became interrupted by her annoying, pleading, voice. He had to take a breath to steady himself, it was the eyes, they would be his downfall, exhausted, vacant eyes, hoping for something more.

He grinned, hope...the world's greatest lie. "No. Nothing." he managed to growl out, before meeting those eyes once more.

No, he had seen enough, this one, this "Sarah", according to her stained dress and greasy nametag. She would be his and she would become glorious, just as she always hoped to be.

 

[Sinclaire]

Rylie

A slow grin shaped her lips as he teased her and her fingers tightened in his hair, twisting into his strands and pulling him closer. When his lips and tongue finally did touch against her flesh she moaned, tossing her head back in abandon and lifting her hips to urge him harder and faster.

When she did indulge in sex it never seemed to be enough. She wanted harder, rougher, more painful. And Jake was gentle and loving. It drove her crazy. Releasing his hair as he continued she bunched her fist into the covers by her side, attempting to hump upwards into his face as a low groan escaped her lips under his ministrations.

Her legs spread further and she released one hand to grab a handful of her own breast, squeezing to the point of pain.

Sarah

The brooding stranger had made her uneasy and she was happy that he hadn't wanted anything further. It gave her an excuse to avoid him and attend to her other customers, mostly regulars.

Time continued to pass and though she was busy, her eyes and thoughts continued to pull to the mystery man who sat alone. The hours dragged onward and she took a quick break to rest her feet in the kitchen and chat with the cooks. She almost mentioned the man but her worries now seemed silly and she shrugged it off, eager for the end of her shift.

 

[Skarag]

Jake

She invited him to feast more, without demanding it, as it was a simple expectation, like pouring milk into a bowl of cereal.

He tried hard to keep pace, as her hips bucked into his face, prompting his hands to press down on her thighs, for fear of being pinned down under her, glued to the floor, as she rode his face with reckless abandon.

He dared not look up at her or whatever she did, to help herself get off. His only concern was making her his mouth and tongue, hit every sensitive spot she had.

The Stranger

He only saw her, when she happened to walk by his table and refill his coffee. It was in those rare moments, he saw the doldrums of her life, dragging her down into the uncaring depths of debt and depression.

He still wished for someone else, but he knew, his canvas had been selected. So, now, when she walked out from her hiding place, he wondered...

He wondered what masterpiece, she might become, what tools should he use. He was getting ahead of himself. Soon, it would be ovrr soon.

 

[Sinclaire]

Rylie

The sensations rose with every firm stroke and lick of his tongue and she soon found herself nearing completion. Her fingers renewed their hold on his hair as she came, holding him tight as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Sparks flew and she cried out loudly, uncaring about silencing herself. All she was focused on were the rolling waves of pleasure that wracked her body.

Finally, she released him, stretching languidly like a cat before she slid down the bed to grab the front of his shirt, pulling him towards her for a fiery kiss. Her tongue darted out against her lips and she could taste her sex on his tongue which only made her more hungry. She tugged at the shirt he wore, breaking the kiss only long enough to lift it over his head.

Her nails raked over the soft skin of his chest, pleased with the lean muscle there that was now exposed. Her fingers slowly slide down to the clasp of his jeans, deftly undoing the clasp and sliding down his zipper. While one hand slid down into his jeans to feel him, the other wound around his back to draw him nearer.

Sarah

The clock soon became her focal point and she glanced at it often in the last hour as she always did. Sarah was eager to be gone and to rest her poor weary feet. Tomorrow was her day off and she couldn't wait to get home and pour herself a glass of wine.

Making sure the last of her customers were content, she passed around peoples' bills, cleaned up a few more tables and headed to the back. "I'm out Sam," she called to the owner who was sifting through some paperwork in his office.

"Have a good night," Sam called back in his usual southern drawl, never looking up from his work. She punched out on the computer that sat near the lockers and grabbed her things, exiting out the back door to head to her tiny little car that sat in one of the back employee spots. A heavy sigh left her lips and she pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one so she could smoke it before she got home. It was a guilty pleasure of hers that she tried to hide from Rylie but she thought that her daughter probably knew.

Lighting it up and taking a heavy drag, she opened her door and rolled down the window. Releasing her hair from the confines of the tight ponytail she sighed again as she relaxed even further. It had been one hell of a day.

 

[Skarag]

Jake

She practically pounced upon him when he was done, which was not unlike her. Scratching and grabbing hands made him grunt in pain, (exaggerated for her benefit), and try to shift on his ass to give her access to what she clearly wanted.

The way she perched hungrily kissing him, it took a few tongue wrestling moments, however long that truly was, as such measurements of time, were unreliable at best, to thump loudly on his back on the floor, hips raised, so that the pants could be moved down, exposing the throne his queen so desired, nay, needed.

Jake was not the biggest guy, in that regard, honestly being about average, but with Rylie atop of him, it hardly mattered, he hit all of her buttons. She would likely ride him a few times for her pleasure.

The Stranger

He knew, he couldnt just sip coffee all day long without raising suspicions, so after the third refill, he deposited a dollar in quarters on the table and disappeared silently when Sarah hurried back to take care of an order.

That, of course, did not stop him from fantasizing about those exhausted eyes, and their beautiful flicker at the end.

So, he walked to his car, parked on the side of the street, and waited. He would need to find this exhausted angel's heaven, so that he may turn it into her hell.

As dusk flitted towards night, did he see her. In the parking lot, with its one light over the backdoor, she stood in all her exhausted glory, to light a cigarette and march to her car.

Once she pulled out onto the street, so did he, following her, matching the speed she set.

 

[Sinclaire]

Riley

Riley groaned appreciatively as Jake's pants were pushed down and put of the way. Positioning herself above him, she gripped his cock in one hand, sliding the head against her opening and clit. Biting her lip she dropped herself down on his entire length, groaning in a mixture of pleasure and pain at the too sudden intrusion.

"Fuckkk," she breathed out, grinding down against him and moving her hips in a circular motion. Her head dropped back as she basked in the sensations. At the moment he had become nothing more than her little fucktoy. One she needed to last through at least two of her orgasms.

Riley continued to grind her clit down against him with each roll of her hips, panting and moaning with each zap of pleasure. She reached back to unclasp her bra, exposing her smaller but firm breasts for his touch.

 

[Sinclaire]

Sarah

The car ride home was quick and uneventful and she made sure to toss out her cigarette before she pulled into the drive. A quick spritz of the perfume she kept in the glove box and a stick of gum had her ready to step in to possibly face her perceptive daughter.

A glance at the clock showed it was just past 8pm. Odds were that Riley wouldn't come out of her room until morning anyways. Walking in the door, Sarah was quick to kick off her shoes and then tossed her keys on the counter.

"Rylie! I'm home!" Sarah called out. Silence greeted her in return as expected so she walked to the fridge with a lengthy sigh. She poured a tall glass of wine and padded down the hall to start a bubble bath.

 

[Skarag]

Jake

He let out a groan as their bodies became one, it was at this point, he knew his role. He was at best a living partner, his worst a breathing sextoy.

He had seen the look in her eyes, he recognized the animalistic glare, he was not on one of his good days.

He steeled himself and began to think about basketball and sex, switching between the two, trying to prolong his erection, while not ruining it, by unloading into her early.

It was not easy, especially when her tits were right there, which he fondled with great appreciation, how could he not? While they were not the biggest set in school, most of the boys agreed, Rylie did have a sweet rack and nice ass.

The Stranger

He moved around the block once he saw and memorized, where his prey pulled in. Tonight, was, reconnaissance find her, watch her, memorize her.

He would come back of course, by the time he made it to the back of the house, lights were on, practically every room in the house.

Fuck, did she not know to conserve energy or just not care. He peered through the window of the back door and saw no one.

He tried the handle, it was locked, but looked like it could be picked or bypassed easily. The tall fences of the neighbors, gave him perfect cover.

He had to duck as a tall boy, emerged around a corner, moving towards the refrigerator.

Watching through the window once more, upon hearing the refrigerator door close, he saw the boy walking away with two sodas. This left two possibilities, his prey and her son, or, her son and guests.

Either way, the house was far too crowded, so it would be tomorrow morning he would strike. He moved back to the car, googling the time schools started.

Once in the safety of his car, he moved it to her road, where he watched it for several hours.