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Traveler's Folly [Yoshie and KrisBeta]

KrisBeta

Super-Earth
Joined
Aug 11, 2012
Location
Southern California
Riley was walking alongside a rather empty stretch of highway, pack on her slim shoulders and clothes keeping her warm as a breeze picked up now that the sun was setting. Her black hair ruffled in said breeze and her bright emerald eyes flicked across the road when she looked back to see if any cars were coming. It would nice to get a ride now, otherwise she'd have another night camping off the ride of the road. She didn't mind it so much, in fact she found she rather liked traveling. But she still felt as though she were looking for something. Something which she could never identify and definitely couldn't seem to find. So she simply continued wandering, deciding that if she found whatever this something was it would be good but that until then she was content.

She glanced back again when she heard the faint sound of an engine. She stopped then and stuck out her thumb as she stood with her toes on the asphalt and her heels on the dirt, waiting to see if this car would stop for her. Though on an empty road, at this time of day, that probably wasn't very likely. Still, it didn't hurt to try.
 
Night, the moon was big and bright, the stars were so close you could touch them, so bright they rivaled the moon. The clouds looked as though they lined the sky and made the moon look prettier. She was coming from work and decided that she would take a drive, instead of going straight home. Besides, she was in no rush and the clientele at her job would not be there tomorrow and that was also her day off.

She got into her Rolls Royce and laid on the white leather exterior. It was relaxing. The car was a black Rolls Royce, it was big on the inside with white interior the dashboard Armani two joysticks to both 360 and PS3 consoles and both white and red wine and of course Winry’s favorite Johnny Walker Red, Black, Blue, Green, Gold, and Swing. The seats could be temperature controlled, there was a wide screen HDTV, a mini fridge and an assortment of candy and cigars. The passenger’s seat reclined, it vibrated for a perfect massage and the buttons on the dashboard were glow in the dark. There was GPS navigation and the car could park itself.

She decided to tell the driver to take the highway since it was faster and she could relax at speeds of 60 and higher. However the closer she got she swore she saw someone on the stretch of the road that was closing in on the car. She leaned forward and clapped her hands and the driver slowed the car down. Yes, there was someone that was on that stretch of road. She could not leave the person there, although everything in her body told her too. She’d seen too many movies about people being killed on stretches of road just like this and the killer not thinking or taking any notice to what or who they killed. She sighed as they pulled over to the side of the road that the person was on.

As she got closer to the sidewalk she saw that it was a dark haired girl much like herself. She sighed relief because it was a female, which meant that she was less likely to be raped but then again there were still female killers as well sadly some were more ruthless than men. She smiled as the driver rolled down the backseat window so that Winry could talk to the girl. Winry moved over so that when the door opened she could sit beside her. The door opened and there was a sky smile on Winry’s face.

“Going my way… Innocent?” She cooed.
 
Riley walked over to the open window, long-legs moving with grace and confidence as her lithe form leaned forward slightly for better eye contact.

"I'm headed in that general direction, yeah. If you could give me a ride to the next town or truck stop that'd be great." She replied with her usual, soft, crooked smile. Said smile had broken hearts more than once on her travels, despite the fact that she really didn't like hurting any of her lovers that way. But they went into it knowing that she was a restless soul and never stayed in one place long, so if they got attached it was sort of their own fault. For now though she was simply being friendly, green eyes bright in the moonlight and shaggy dark hair framing her face as she studied the woman who had stopped for her. She was gorgeous for sure, and a part of Riley wondered if she could get a one-night stand out of this one. That'd be nice, and also give her a bed for the night while still doing something she liked. So she slid into the seat next to her and offered her hand.

"I'm Riley, though you can call me Ry if you want." She said, her smile growing slightly flirtatious.
 
That damn grin, it was conjured from lust and pure evil. She shot the girl back the same. They say eyes are the window to the soul, and that you can tell a lot from a person just by simply looking into them. It was those eyes that made her sure of what Winry wanted to do now, yes, tonight she had a purpose. Those emeralds in her head swirled with a passion and Winry soon found herself engrossed in them. She nodded at the women and took her in once more. She wasn’t as tall as Winry but she looked like she had seen her share of fights. She didn’t seem passive in the least, no she seemed like she’d give you a run for your money if you tried to own her, to control her, to make her yours. That is exactly what Seduction wanted once she looked into those eyes of hers.

Winry then poured herself a drink, Johnnie Walker black label, because she was hiding something. She looked at the girl and asked, “Do you drink Innocent… I mean, are you old enough to drink?” She stopped herself and then finished her sentence. “You must be because you are out awfully late and if you were a minor you’re parents would be worried sick about you…unless you are a runaway.” She said taking a sip of the cold liquid. The same smooth burn it always has, the same taste but with a better fragrance, maybe that was because of Riley. Yes, her scent was mixed in this glass. Seduction passed Riley a glass. “Pour your troubles child… tell me what brings you to these parts of town. It will be a long drive to the next station anyway… and at this late an hour? We got all the time in the world and sense you are hiking it, you are obviously in no hurry.” She said holding up the drink in a toast like manner.
 
Riley started to decline, she wasn't yet 21, but then she shrugged and took a sip. She listened to her speak and shrugged again with one shoulder. "I like the road, the freedom of it. I took off after high school and never looked back, don't have parents to worry about me after all." She replied, her tone and way of sitting continuing to display the easy-going side of her nature. But there was the continued flash of steel in her eyes that hinted at her strength of will, despite the way she practically lounged rather than sitting, with her long legs sprawled out in front of her. She took another sip of the drink.

"And what about you? What does a gorgeous woman like you do for a living?" She replied, the flirty tone returning as she winked at her over the rim of the glass. She drained it and set it down in one of the cup holders, having had just enough alcohol to be pleasantly relaxed but not enough to muddle her senses.
 
Clank! The ice in the glass made that sound that Seduction loved so much. The girl, there was so much she wanted to know about her, yet body language told you a lot about a person. Her legs and the way she was sitting she was rebellious, the way she drank meant that she was cautious and since she was out this late she was her own individual. Winry watched the girl more closely taking note on things like her hands and the way her eyes never left Winry’s. She was confident that much was for sure and this horse would not be broken easily. The girl spoke, apparently she wanted to know just as much about her savior as her savior wanted to know about her.

“I am my own boss. I work in the land of the living, or rather I work with those who drown their sorrows in sins and some that make sins take away their sorrows. I am a Club owner, a web manager and I own a magazine entitled Mistress. She swirled the liquid in the glass and realized that Riley was not affected by the burn of Johnnie Walker. “Thank you for the compliment Innocent but an old woman like me must make a way to stay young or else I will be obsolete when it comes to dominate women like you who like to take charge. I have to stay ahead of the game somehow. What about you, and you are not bad yourself, Aphrodite would be jealous.”
 
She listened, nodding in interest as she spoke of what she did for a living. Then her next words came and she smirked softly, sliding closer to the older woman.

"The only thing the goddess should be jealous of is that I would rather pay attention to you than her." She said, voice low and husky in a way that often made girls simply fall at her feet. The more time she spent with this woman the hornier she got. Plus, going home with a rich woman for the night sounded much better than finding a tree or a bridge to sleep under. Somehow she managed to mix boyish charm with feminine sex appeal in the way she watched the woman from under her shaggy black bangs, emerald eyes shining with appreciation and desire.
 
Seduction felt like a pawn in her own game, however she was the Queen of lust and here we have another Queen. Two queens in a game of Chess. This was getting more and more interesting. She nursed at her Johnnie Walker before finishing it and then slowly licked her lips. She stared into those lust filled eyes, she saw the snake like behavior, as it was similar to her own. Their styles of getting pray similar in taste, Winry had no choice but to compliment her, it was like looking in a mirror, it enticed her, it called to her. She smiled evilly.

But there was one problem. Winry was not a female, well from the looks of it she was. Yes, Winry’s secret was that she was very experimental. In her earlier years she was a chemistry teaching aid and she was allowed access to the chemistry lab. Late in the afternoons or even on lunch breaks she would dabble in what she called the arcane arts. Mixing potions and messing with the periodic table combining all kinds of elements for the sake of science. One day while mixing red and blue she came up with a potion that made her a funtanari when aroused. When she became sexually frustrated her pheromones would cause her to have a painful erection. Her new penis was about nine inches flaccid and twelve when very excited. She tried to hide it but she too was feeling the fire.

“You look as if you like something Innocent…Once you go down this track there is no coming back…”
 
She chuckled at that, low in her throat.

"I ain't afraid, gorgeous." She replied huskily, reaching out to stroke back some of her dark hair. She leaned in close and let her lips and breath brush the shell of her ear as she spoke.

"Let's go to your place, and see what we can cook up huh?" She suggested, hand sliding to rest on her arm just where her thumb could brush the full breast nearby. She wasn't as well-endowed as Winry, built along the lean and wiry lines of an athlete. But she didn't figure herself too bad off, at least in the breast department. Her hips were just barely there, giving her the boyish figure she was known for. Her breasts were mid-sized but constrained by a sports bra. It was a comfortable way of dressing and since she knew she could impress any woman with just her smile and smooth-talking she had never bothered to change her clothing style.
 
Riley was coming on strong, those emerald orbs demanding that Winry not take her eyes off of them. Winry could feel herself stiffening. Aggression was a turn on, the girl wanted to cut to the chase, Winry obliged the lady and figured that she didn’t want her to leave without a proper place to sleep, at least for tonight. Was it that really? Hospitality, the perfect cover up. Winry clapped her hands and the car sped up. She wasn’t afraid, she was determined and was the type to not back down from a challenge. It was this stubbornness that was a double edge blade. One hand it will be erotic to be enthralled in the throes of sex and wallowing in each other’s passion however, getting her to break, well that will be the interesting part.

A short time later they arrived in the vicinity of her house. She cleared her throat and got out and opened the other side of the door for Riley. The estate was on a hill and below the hill was a very vast lake. The gates to the first entrance opened and they rode past the outdoor garden and the fountain to the front door. The double doors read W.S. She pulled out a 15 ct. white gold skeleton key from her breasts and inserted it in the slot and opened the doors.

"6 bedrooms 5 1/2 bathrooms, one master bedroom, and a kitchen loaded with food. To your right is the indoor pool, your left spa area and recreational room, the middle is the dining hall and the other is the kitchen. Beds, and my master bedroom and bathrooms are upstairs. Then there is the basement to the left of my office, and down the hall from that is the library. Oh! Watch the waterfall curtains on your way in Innocence wouldn't want you to get all wet now." She said holding the front door open.
 
Riley grinned as she looked around, but at her comment about getting wet that grin turned to a smirk.

"And what if I'm already wet? I think it's time to show you how innocent I'm really not." She replied, stepping into her personal space as her husky tone rolled through the small bit of air between them. She lifted a hand and laid it gently on Winry's cheek, following it with her other hand so that she was framing her face. And then she pulled her in for a hot, hungry kiss and pressed herself against her. Of course, then she felt the bulge and blinked, pulling out of the kiss and running her hand down the other woman's front to see what exactly that was. She lifted an eyebrow at her.

"What's this hmm?" She asked, still smiling to show she wasn't about to reject the woman for having an extra appendage. For some reason cocks didn't bother her so much when they were on women.
 
Winry gasped and then that gasped turned to a moan. “You… are your trying to seduce a Snake dear?” She says backing up just a little. “Are you trying to tempt a Temptress? Lure a Luster?” She touches her back pleased; it’s just as wondrous as her front. She then scratches her back playfully, enough to show her that she likes pain both ways. She then smacks her ass… hard, and then smiled. “You’re lips are a lovely taste of poison. I like it. She was aggressive, dominate and assertive. Three things that she liked just a tad bit more than her lovely Johnny Walker. Her assertive tone, the way she told her what she was going to do.

That’s when she found it, her cock, but instead of shying away from it she touched it more, and it called Winry to moan harder and look away. She craved sex she had not been touched in so long, yes her cock was practically begging to be touched, it hungered for someone to release it from it’s cage. “I have…a dick, I hope that doesn’t deter you, it comes from my experiments and when I get aroused well… it tends to come out and say hello.
 
Riley let loose a low groan and arched her back at the dragging of her nails. And though the smack was new she couldn't say she didn't like it. This was her favorite kind of sex. Rough and tumble, a battle of wills. It was always so intense, so gratifying. She had no way of knowing the plans the woman had for her. At her words she simply smiled and shook her head.

"That's fine with me, beautiful. Wouldn't be the first time a woman's had a surprise like that for me." She replied with a lusty smirk. She remembered Winry saying where her bedroom was and started in that direction, eager to get started. On her way she shed her jacket, revealing her lean back covered by a thin tank top that clung to the minor curves she did have and allowed even her baggy pants to accentuate her firm ass in a way.
 
Winry led her new lust up to the bedroom. When the door opened you saw a giant purple and black California King size Canopy bed with matching pillows adoring the top of the bed and the drapes were lilac. The pillows were hand made from different parts of Europe, Asia, and India, imported with the finest silk, cashmere, velvet and other different types of cloth. The bedroom too had a balcony and you could see a beautiful view of the city and the waterfront and even some of the boats that were off at sea and some on shore from where you were standing. The curtains that were on the windows of the balcony were a shade of black that was a mixture of silk and cashmere. Candles surrounded the place and there was a fifty karat gold chandelier that was in the middle between the bed and the balcony. The Dresser was Armani, it had three walk in closets and the lamps were from Peru and Indonesia.

“Come tell me how you like it Innocent… I hope it pleases you.” She said pulling back the curtains and opening up the balcony to let some air in.
 
While Winry took care of the balcony Riley shed her shirt and bra before laying back on the bed with her hands behind her head and a smirk on her face. Her bright green studied the lavish room, not used to this sort of luxury but certainly enjoying it. At Winry's question her smirk grew and she lifted herself up onto her elbows.

"I'd like to give us the ride of our lives." She replied, eyes narrowed slightly in challenge. She wanted to keep up the dynamic from earlier. To have them rolling together in a battle of wills while drowning in pleasure.
 
Winry’s eyebrow rose, the look in her eyes were something like a person being challenged for the first time. Now, some people can look at Winry and see that she is someone that you do not wanna mess with. However, not Riley. No, she was on the same breed as Seduction, infact she was a different type all her own, she was the kind that wanted to be broken but if and when you did it you would have to be good at what you did. Seduction’s nature was just that, the women was a mixture of fire and ice. Her dick was already hard.
“Fine… let’s continue shall we… how do you like it? “ She took her dress off. “Do you want the lights on or off?” She purred undoing her bra and then dropping her panties.”
 
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