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Akari Takahashi arrives in the dead of night, and Chloe/Kalisha and Sita/Sajida make love
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- Joined
- Sep 7, 2019
- Location
- Jurassic Park
“I am sorry, Chloe. It’s just still a little raw, losing Gambit like this,” Kalisha sighed, rubbing the back of her head with her clockwork hand. “Spicy food like this is supposed to cleanse one of anger, sadness, and other emotional impurities. Perhaps it will do that for us, too,” she smiled. “And then, since I was the one who hurt you, I shall endeavor to help you with your airship.”
“We have plenty of spicy foods in Surabamba. Although they're more often in the form of soups or stews than steaks, I'll try this too," Sajida said. That caused Chloe and Kalisha to raise their eyebrows, wondering how their friend could possibly eat it. “Well, I can eat it. Just not digest it. Regular food is like...corn for humans? Is that right, Queen Sita? Either way, I just miss the taste of food.”
"And speaking of trying something new..." she said, then took Sita’s hand. "I am so sorry that I treated you like a pig or a womanizer, when I know you're not. The reason why I panicked, why I got mad at you...why I'm afraid to love again is because I pledged myself to a man named Vivaan Dhawan seven years ago. When we got married in June of 1886 and he went off to war in the Surabamba Rebellion, I...cheated on him by kissing Alice and Abigail, who I was sheltering from a storm, and from the rebel army. Who, later, saved me from my...you know.”
Rape. She still couldn’t say it. But Chloe and Kalisha hugged her nonetheless as she sighed deep and continued, “And then I learned he’d died earlier at the Battle of Sanctuary Trench, and with Alice and Abigail gone, you feeling more like a mother to me, Sita, my village gone, and the wider world likely to hate and fear me, I didn’t know who I could turn to.”
After that heavy revelation on the part of the normally acerbic, perpetually cold skinned and hearted young Bamban fisherwoman, lunch proceeded rather awkwardly. Once they finished and cleaned up, however, more natural, small conversations ensued: one between Chloe and Kalisha, the other between the undead women. The two humans talked about how best to utilize Gambit’s clockwork, discussed the power that Kalisha used to command the very lightning and storms, and ruminated on the nature of the curse, while Sita supported a frustrated and lonely Sajida.
Both duos naturally became attracted to each other and joined together in pleasure. Chloe bashfully asked her fellow engineer if she might trouble Kalisha for a kiss, and got a whole lot more, which was very effective in helping Kalisha start to work through her grief and for Chloe to feel truly sexy, and appreciated for it, unlike what happened with Sajida. Meanwhile, Sajida tied Sita’s arms and legs to the bed and impaled herself repeatedly on her long stake, just wanting to release some stress. But also, after all, who else would understand what it was like to be a vampire like Sita, or teach her how to fuck and bite and groan like one without the possibility of either of them getting hurt? Even though Sita had still sealed her to this fate, and this didn’t mean love, she was slowly losing her resentment...
Before long, it was night time now, and even though the vampires didn’t technically need to sleep, they enjoyed the ritual, sweaty and exhausted after finally doing the deed correctly. The tiny, fiery pilot also being the strong, taller rancher’s little spoon, Chloe’s delicate pale skin set aflame by Kalisha’s warm, ochre arms, legs and abdomen. She’d never had anyone care for her like this, even if she had to suppress any delusions about true love emerging from this night.
But an anomaly was about to arrive that would change everything, in the form of a thief named Akari Takahashi. She was exactly the kind of crafty woman who could find a castle that had been hidden for centuries at the top of a storm-ravaged mountain, and pockets of shadow to slink through in the ancient cracks once the lock on the door was picked. She pressed herself hard up against walls, dug into weaknesses in ceilings, curled around doorframes as her body turned to liquid shadow and flowed as such.
Her employers had paid her a lot of money upfront to steal the glass case that contained the hair of their hated enemy, Alice Guthrie, while promising more upon delivery. All they’d been able to tell her was the approximate coordinates of her last sighting in Surabamba in 1886, and that she’d clearly been spotted on the train home to Caledoria with shorter hair. Why they wanted it wasn’t clear to Akari, but although she had a pet theory that it would be sold in some shady auction to an audience of perverts, the Gudarian thief wasn’t one to ask questions.
At least, not to her employer’s face. She’d done some digging, and when it turned out that the people who hired her were even more unsavory characters than her usual clientele, she became furious with them and sold the information back to another interested party, who wanted to trap her first employer and safeguard the hair. It helped that they were willing to pay double. Classic double agent stuff, that the 19-year-old was all too familiar with after years of hard living on the road. Again, though, she wasn’t sure why someone’s hair was important, famous or not...
Until she observed that it radiated Darkness, just as she did. Ah, now that made sense. Alice’s hair had become a powerful artifact, and it was up to Akari to make sure that it didn’t fall into the wrong hands. Those of her first employer.
And so, Akari quietly and methodically began her work, fiddling with a set of lockpicks to gently lift up the tumblers of the lock that connected to the chain that in turn held it on the wall where the glass-pressed hair had stood for seven years.
“We have plenty of spicy foods in Surabamba. Although they're more often in the form of soups or stews than steaks, I'll try this too," Sajida said. That caused Chloe and Kalisha to raise their eyebrows, wondering how their friend could possibly eat it. “Well, I can eat it. Just not digest it. Regular food is like...corn for humans? Is that right, Queen Sita? Either way, I just miss the taste of food.”
"And speaking of trying something new..." she said, then took Sita’s hand. "I am so sorry that I treated you like a pig or a womanizer, when I know you're not. The reason why I panicked, why I got mad at you...why I'm afraid to love again is because I pledged myself to a man named Vivaan Dhawan seven years ago. When we got married in June of 1886 and he went off to war in the Surabamba Rebellion, I...cheated on him by kissing Alice and Abigail, who I was sheltering from a storm, and from the rebel army. Who, later, saved me from my...you know.”
Rape. She still couldn’t say it. But Chloe and Kalisha hugged her nonetheless as she sighed deep and continued, “And then I learned he’d died earlier at the Battle of Sanctuary Trench, and with Alice and Abigail gone, you feeling more like a mother to me, Sita, my village gone, and the wider world likely to hate and fear me, I didn’t know who I could turn to.”
After that heavy revelation on the part of the normally acerbic, perpetually cold skinned and hearted young Bamban fisherwoman, lunch proceeded rather awkwardly. Once they finished and cleaned up, however, more natural, small conversations ensued: one between Chloe and Kalisha, the other between the undead women. The two humans talked about how best to utilize Gambit’s clockwork, discussed the power that Kalisha used to command the very lightning and storms, and ruminated on the nature of the curse, while Sita supported a frustrated and lonely Sajida.
Both duos naturally became attracted to each other and joined together in pleasure. Chloe bashfully asked her fellow engineer if she might trouble Kalisha for a kiss, and got a whole lot more, which was very effective in helping Kalisha start to work through her grief and for Chloe to feel truly sexy, and appreciated for it, unlike what happened with Sajida. Meanwhile, Sajida tied Sita’s arms and legs to the bed and impaled herself repeatedly on her long stake, just wanting to release some stress. But also, after all, who else would understand what it was like to be a vampire like Sita, or teach her how to fuck and bite and groan like one without the possibility of either of them getting hurt? Even though Sita had still sealed her to this fate, and this didn’t mean love, she was slowly losing her resentment...
Before long, it was night time now, and even though the vampires didn’t technically need to sleep, they enjoyed the ritual, sweaty and exhausted after finally doing the deed correctly. The tiny, fiery pilot also being the strong, taller rancher’s little spoon, Chloe’s delicate pale skin set aflame by Kalisha’s warm, ochre arms, legs and abdomen. She’d never had anyone care for her like this, even if she had to suppress any delusions about true love emerging from this night.
But an anomaly was about to arrive that would change everything, in the form of a thief named Akari Takahashi. She was exactly the kind of crafty woman who could find a castle that had been hidden for centuries at the top of a storm-ravaged mountain, and pockets of shadow to slink through in the ancient cracks once the lock on the door was picked. She pressed herself hard up against walls, dug into weaknesses in ceilings, curled around doorframes as her body turned to liquid shadow and flowed as such.
Her employers had paid her a lot of money upfront to steal the glass case that contained the hair of their hated enemy, Alice Guthrie, while promising more upon delivery. All they’d been able to tell her was the approximate coordinates of her last sighting in Surabamba in 1886, and that she’d clearly been spotted on the train home to Caledoria with shorter hair. Why they wanted it wasn’t clear to Akari, but although she had a pet theory that it would be sold in some shady auction to an audience of perverts, the Gudarian thief wasn’t one to ask questions.
At least, not to her employer’s face. She’d done some digging, and when it turned out that the people who hired her were even more unsavory characters than her usual clientele, she became furious with them and sold the information back to another interested party, who wanted to trap her first employer and safeguard the hair. It helped that they were willing to pay double. Classic double agent stuff, that the 19-year-old was all too familiar with after years of hard living on the road. Again, though, she wasn’t sure why someone’s hair was important, famous or not...
Until she observed that it radiated Darkness, just as she did. Ah, now that made sense. Alice’s hair had become a powerful artifact, and it was up to Akari to make sure that it didn’t fall into the wrong hands. Those of her first employer.
And so, Akari quietly and methodically began her work, fiddling with a set of lockpicks to gently lift up the tumblers of the lock that connected to the chain that in turn held it on the wall where the glass-pressed hair had stood for seven years.
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