Post by JR on Nov 9, 2015 1:25:09 GMT -8
Characters: Alice & Abaddon
Summary: The Bell's are their typical monstrous selves on Bonfire Night; finding some magic-food to play with before they eat it.
Triggers: Sexual references, murder references. The usual.
Alice Clare: Remember remember the fifth of November -- gunpowder, treason, and plot. Bonfire Night! All over the city, London's residents were starting the first night of celebration that would roll into the weekend. There were displays of fireworks, and parties with bonfires. You could smell both all through the city; keeping away any sort of Guy Falkes copy-cats from doing their dealings in secret ( or so the tradition went ). Alice Clare loved a good party, and we're fairly certain that Abaddon did too. Crowds of revelry and distraction, why that was enough to do all sorts of entertaining damage, wasn't it? Alice was wearing one of her favored fairytale dresses; this one in a midnight blue and looking a bit as if it'd come from the very century tonight's treasonous villain had sprung from. A tight bodice cinched her waist and made it tinier, corset like with a crisscross up the front that with nothing beneath showed x's of pale gold skin from the plump of pushed together breasts and down her torso and to nearly her belly button before the belled skirt took over. It was made of crinkly satiny taffeta that swished when she moved, and fell to her toes -- where she was wearing bright red and dirty Chuck's. The sleeves of her dress were a frilly thing, stopping below her elbows and dripping with black lace about her forearms, the same black lace that lined the deep square neckline of the dress that displayed quite a bit of skin, the sort that nearly spilled over the top of things. All that thick dark blonde had been left loose, a straight spill down her back. There was a crowd now, there in the street, all stopped to watch fireworks that burst over head in a myriad of colors and sparks and flashes that played along the lightness of her hair and the darkness of her dress, and Alice moved through them; confident Abaddon was not far behind. "No. No. Too short. No. No. Ew, that hair color is atrocious." Our girl, not entirely with her wits about her given the dilation of her pupils, was pointing at each person she passed, deeming each one unworthy of a midnight power snack, dismissing them all until she came to the end of the gathered spectators, and turned about with her hands on her hips to huff and impatiently tap left toes against the pavement until Abaddon joined her. And when he did? "None of them looked like anything I'd want to eat!," voice a little too loud, and a sweep of her hand to gesture to the people beyond him. No doubt calling attention to her intentions. Whoops. -d-
Abaddon: So yellow. Bright, nearly blinding, he moved several yards behind Alice. And he had a head that reached above most shoulders at his six-three height. Even in those brief moments his gaze was obscured he could feel her weaving, the threads of her aura connected to his and binding the pair together forever. Languidly he moved through the haze of people, masterfully navigating the waves of heartbeats and giddiness while he heard Alice's criticism coming. He smoked blatant narcotic, lifting black-wrapped joint to his mouth and spewing smoke in the air as he passed through. People seemed to shift and move, accommodating the yellow-suited man. He wore a matching top-hat and a cane, that looked like the candy variety except it had stripes of yellow instead of red. White flower stuck out from his left breast pocket, and it went with the white beneath suit-coat. Suitcoat, trousers, shoes, hat, tie, and cane all wearing that bright yellow color that had him sticking out like a sore thumb. And he earned many folks attention and gossip under breath as he passed, people nudging each other to point a finger at the bizarrely dressed devil with the big brown beard sticking out. Pair of sunglasses were left on his face despite it being night, but it made it so no one knew where those green beads were pointed at. He spilled out right behind Alice and her wave. Tilting chin somewhat to peruse over those that she deemed unworthy. "You're so picky, sweetness. I could eat them all." Said in the same manner she did, shockingly open. Tilt of sunglasses went down and he turned, a middle-aged woman seeming to blush a little as the grinning wizard caught her look with one of his own. Wink given and tongue peeking out from the split of his mouth before he swung cane around in a wind-mill gone made. It went Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! And then poked the cement poured sidewalk with a rat-tat-tat. The music man returning grinning demeanor to the creature that completed him. "Pick whatever you want. We have all the time in the world." One hand curled on the handle of cane, but other reached out and drew painted fingers out to cup the girl's cheek. He stroked the soft smooth surface and thumb rode over her cheekbone, nose crinkling and sunglasses seeming to magically sift right back up on his nose, so she couldn't see how hungry his eyes were when they devoured the beautiful cut of her complaining expression. <done>
Alice Clare: Such a banana. Her banana. The pout on her face threatened to turn into a grin, but she stifled it away with a sneer when he broke through the people and arrived before her to state the obvious. Picky indeed. And Alice had yet to decide if she was still mad at him over his lion stunt the other night or not, despite the way he'd fucked himself into getting her to say she forgave him. She might have fibbed. The mauling of her leg might have healed, but did the mauling of her heart? -wipes tear.- "None of these look good! That one right there is so skinny. How's he going to be filling in any way? I could pick my teeth with him, with the whole of him, just lift him up and use him like a toothpick. It's bloody disappointing, is what it is." The warmth of his touch found the coolness of her cheek, and despite herself, she nuzzled into his touch -- even turning her face a little so she could scrape her teeth along the meat of his palm and down to his wrist. They sank in, sharp and vicious, but released before she might break skin and draw blood. Been awhile since they'd shared that though, hadn't it? Might be they were due, if he ever wanted her to stop being a sulky princess. A flash of tongue across her bottom lip, and a skim of her hand up along the bottom of his forearm until she could tangle her fingers with his, and tug. "I'm so hungry," Alice pouted again, that pretty bottom lip plumpening out, and with it, she swayed that much closer to him with a swish of the wide pretty skirt; closing the distance between them, leaving her forced to tilt back her head to maintain contact with the eyes that watched her -- always watched her -- from behind dark lenses. "I want a brunette. And cheese fries." -d-
Abaddon: Cane flew upwards with the quick flick of his wrist and he caught the bottom part of the shaft, sticking yellow-striped thing out to hook it into her hip and give her a pull. It caught onto her easily, twisted fate made to land it exactly where he wanted and pull her just how he needed her to. She'd be sent to a stumble and instead of falling over she crashed against him, stalwart body unmoved. From one cheek to the other his hand found itself, flattened out over her plump skirted ass. It would've been a resounding spank, but material protected her from the severity of the motion, but couldn't keep her safe from fingers that plundered and dug into her clenchable body. Bite of his cane released as he twisted it and it fell to belt, hooking against the leather and hanging like a fourth leg. Up into the blonde fingers tangled themselves, curling tight against golden reins and forcing her head to cock back as he hovered his face above hers and spoke. "You can run off and get yourself a cheese-fry, I can run off and find you a brunette. Hide with her somewhere till you can find us." And he leaned down further like he was going to press mouth to hers, but instead his route shifted and quickened. Buried his face in exposed press of those beautiful tits, teeth grinding over the softness while beard left a red rash where it scratched. Teeth carved against skin right along the border of cloth, tongue tilting along salted skin. Hot breath easily penetrating through the material to stroke sensitive skin. And with that he gave her a tiny push away, and spun her about. At least one and a half full rotations before she'd be able to steady herself and see that the yellow petaled man was gone. A pretty brunette for his blonde 'princess' was sought after, and somewhere dark and quiet to play with her. Maybe on a yacht right off the Thames, that seemed like a good place to be while everyone else was parading on the streets. <done>
Alice Clare: A gasp flew from Alice's lips at the quick way he caught her with the cane; the end of the arched handle digging into muscle and skin a little painfully -- but it was a pain of which our girl tended to welcome, and now was no exception. She fell into him with the jerk he made, palms colliding with his chest, but they weren't even enough to keep the way the rest of her crashed into him; belly to belly, pelvis to pelvis. "Don," she whined his name a little, squirming back as if she meant to escape from the hold. Leaning back some, and ohhh that was her rump. A thumping sound from the way he smacked into the thickness of the voluminous material, and it made her giggle that he couldn't just reach skin right away like he usually could. She even stuck her tongue out at him, and had her head wrenched back by strong fingers for her trouble. Magic acid in her eyes, she stared up at him with that same hunger expressed in her visage, and he'd feel the way her bottom squirmed to press her thighs into his. He came so close. She could taste his breath -- and then he bypassed her mouth in favor for the display of her breasts, and Alice laughed. "Fine. Mmm, pick me a good one, Baddy .. " Abaddon! One hand stretched over his chest and up into the thickness of his dark hair from behind him, gliding nails softly against his scalp while his teeth teased, and his beard scratched. And then she was sent away, with a push and a twirl, and Alice laughed as her skirts flew up about her legs like a parachute, all free and billowy and revealing the footwear that in no way shape or form matched the style of her seventeenth century styled dress. She flashed him a wide grin over the curve of one pretty shoulder, and then she was off -- skipping in the direction of the shops close to the promenade where they were, where she could find chips drenched in cheese sauce. Mmm. -d-
Abaddon: Who knew how long it would take her, but it didn't take Abaddon long to find something delicious for his girl to have. He had a nose for finding those who deviated on the more perverse side of things, or maybe it was just the effect he had on them. Probably a little bit of both meeting halfway. But, it wasn't long until a slightly sauced long-haired girl in a dress too-tight, and heels too long was cut from the herd. Snipped off and disappearing from the gaggle of girls that had hit the street in party mode. It wasn't long until the were aboard the Blue Mary, not difficult at all making the girl believe the ostentatious wizard was the owner of such a thing. How long did it take to get an order of cheese fries going and then find a dragon in London? Once aboard and a drink was poured it wasn't long before the long-legged vixen with painted mouth and long locks of brown was peeling the straps of her narrow dress down and revealing breasts that had to have been made by man. Perfect large round things with top hat pink nipples to match the yellow one he plucked from his head. Barely had to say a word till she pushed fingers into his chest to lower him down on the boat that occasionally wobbled when a current ran by. The race was on! She had hands on his buckle flicking and loosening, then smearing both hands against his groin fitting against balls and shaft with long-nailed fingers. She curled tips through trousers stroked the meat and veggies together, putting her mouth right on shaft and letting spit and air seep through. He really did little to aid moreso a vacant voyeur to the things she did to his body, one hand drifting stolen scotch to his mouth for a sip. And then came dooooown the zipper with an audible sound. And her mumbling something with her nose wedged right into his groin, something about being so fucking big. She wasn't sure if she'd fit it in her mouth. Probably something to get a rise of the dragon, but he only grinned more in the dimly lit interior of boat's interior. <done>
Alice Clare: Honestly, it took a long time to get them. She had to go to three shops before she found one that had actual cheese sauce and not just shredded cheese to melt over them like some generic homemade shit. No bloody way, man. But to find the dragon? That didn't take long at all. Alice arrived on the Blue Mary, not by way of it's dock or even the entrance down into the cabin -- but from the shadows that crept in the corners of the boat he'd taken his chosen brown-haired girl to. Wind lifted both hair and skirt when she stepped from them, the quick travel being such a things culprit, and she was shoving a good handful into her mouth when she did so; snickering over something she wanted to tell him. "Babe, you'll never guess who I sa -- what the shit are those?!" Wide, almost horrified eyes, and a cheesy finger was pointed at the tits on the girl he'd picked. They were obnoxious and huge, and somehow light from the round window of the yacht was shining directly on them like a spotlight, even while the girl had her face buried in Abaddon's crotch. "Did she pay for those? Gross. Ought to pop 'round to your doc and get your money back, precious, they look quite fake." Whatever sort of furniture made for sitting that was closest was dropped into; an arm chair that looked a bit like an oyster shell, round and wide. She fell into it sideways, her legs draped over the arm and crossing at the ankles while all that skirt fell about her legs in a pretty display. Careful not to spill the to-go paper carton her chips were in, Alice twisted at the spine a little so she was facing the two of them with her shoulders and lifted a few drippy fries to her mouth again. "Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt. Continue," she spoke around the chewing, flicking her fingers some in a carry-on don't mind me sort of gesture to what was no doubt a startled thing and her endeavors to swallow down the dick that didn't belong to her. Was it even hard? Alice hadn't been in the room before now, after all. -d-
Abaddon: Inebriated and distracted the girl didn't recognize the words as insults, as she should have, from Alice when she showed up. Instead she struck curled tongue against yellow trousers, spit turning the exterior material to a more mustard color the damper it grew along the contour of trapped cock. Bearded monster barely moving, only flicking green eyes from the bare-chested to the newly arrived. In a long extended delay, she was so busy nuzzling mouth against his groin, the brunette twisted to look over bare shoulder and mumbled something that Alice probably wouldn't have picked up on. "No, I wasn't. She was hungry." She may have been able to guess what the brunette had said by way of his response, but the long-nailed and man-made doll stood up on heeled feet. Turning around and dropping a thick round rump right into the man's lap. He made a grunted noise and forced body to recline against sofa with one arm riding up along the top of cushions and the other drawing clinking drink to his mouth. Sip of alcoholic beverage taken while she ground down in long wide circles, smearing her rump right to get him good and rigid. She'd most likely throw an eye-glance over at Alice before swinging arm around behind her back, flatting out palm against the front of his pants, worked open trousers dove into to drag out thick shaft. <done>
Alice Clare: Alice watched a moment, the stunted movements of Abaddon's white-girl-wasted prey; a brow raising as she lifted a cluster of drippy cheesed chips up to drop them into her mouth. Vision melted it's way between her man, and this brown haired thing that didn't seem to have much real about her, other than she was a real slut. The female rose to her feet, dropped herself back down and made stripper circles in Don's lap, looking over at Alice, and a laugh bubbled out of his wicked queen. "Precious, precious, no." Swinging a foot in a bored manner from where it was draped over the arm of the chair she'd fallen into, a finger drew a line along one of the yummy potatoes to gather up some of the cheese sauce. It was pushed into her mouth, and that finger was suckled on a moment, while blue eyes shifted their way from the trash, to the yellow King for a heated look, before they were quick to flick back to the woman. "Be careful with the equipment. See you don't scratch it. You're only borrowing it, see. You might be better off putting your lips to use. Did you pay for those too?" It was almost lazy, the way she brought a few more chips up to eat; slowly chewing within the way she stared down tonight's choice. Mm. Fake as she was, she'd do much better than the others they'd passed, all those ones that Alice had dismissed. With the tits, and the ass, just how round she was, she'd make for a very filling little magic-meal. If the girl was paying much attention, it was to those tits that Alice was staring now; fixated on them, really. They were just so big. So ridiculously big. "I want to touch them," she announced to neither one of them in particular, and maybe it was just a thought stated out loud. -d-
Summary: The Bell's are their typical monstrous selves on Bonfire Night; finding some magic-food to play with before they eat it.
Triggers: Sexual references, murder references. The usual.
Alice Clare: Remember remember the fifth of November -- gunpowder, treason, and plot. Bonfire Night! All over the city, London's residents were starting the first night of celebration that would roll into the weekend. There were displays of fireworks, and parties with bonfires. You could smell both all through the city; keeping away any sort of Guy Falkes copy-cats from doing their dealings in secret ( or so the tradition went ). Alice Clare loved a good party, and we're fairly certain that Abaddon did too. Crowds of revelry and distraction, why that was enough to do all sorts of entertaining damage, wasn't it? Alice was wearing one of her favored fairytale dresses; this one in a midnight blue and looking a bit as if it'd come from the very century tonight's treasonous villain had sprung from. A tight bodice cinched her waist and made it tinier, corset like with a crisscross up the front that with nothing beneath showed x's of pale gold skin from the plump of pushed together breasts and down her torso and to nearly her belly button before the belled skirt took over. It was made of crinkly satiny taffeta that swished when she moved, and fell to her toes -- where she was wearing bright red and dirty Chuck's. The sleeves of her dress were a frilly thing, stopping below her elbows and dripping with black lace about her forearms, the same black lace that lined the deep square neckline of the dress that displayed quite a bit of skin, the sort that nearly spilled over the top of things. All that thick dark blonde had been left loose, a straight spill down her back. There was a crowd now, there in the street, all stopped to watch fireworks that burst over head in a myriad of colors and sparks and flashes that played along the lightness of her hair and the darkness of her dress, and Alice moved through them; confident Abaddon was not far behind. "No. No. Too short. No. No. Ew, that hair color is atrocious." Our girl, not entirely with her wits about her given the dilation of her pupils, was pointing at each person she passed, deeming each one unworthy of a midnight power snack, dismissing them all until she came to the end of the gathered spectators, and turned about with her hands on her hips to huff and impatiently tap left toes against the pavement until Abaddon joined her. And when he did? "None of them looked like anything I'd want to eat!," voice a little too loud, and a sweep of her hand to gesture to the people beyond him. No doubt calling attention to her intentions. Whoops. -d-
Abaddon: So yellow. Bright, nearly blinding, he moved several yards behind Alice. And he had a head that reached above most shoulders at his six-three height. Even in those brief moments his gaze was obscured he could feel her weaving, the threads of her aura connected to his and binding the pair together forever. Languidly he moved through the haze of people, masterfully navigating the waves of heartbeats and giddiness while he heard Alice's criticism coming. He smoked blatant narcotic, lifting black-wrapped joint to his mouth and spewing smoke in the air as he passed through. People seemed to shift and move, accommodating the yellow-suited man. He wore a matching top-hat and a cane, that looked like the candy variety except it had stripes of yellow instead of red. White flower stuck out from his left breast pocket, and it went with the white beneath suit-coat. Suitcoat, trousers, shoes, hat, tie, and cane all wearing that bright yellow color that had him sticking out like a sore thumb. And he earned many folks attention and gossip under breath as he passed, people nudging each other to point a finger at the bizarrely dressed devil with the big brown beard sticking out. Pair of sunglasses were left on his face despite it being night, but it made it so no one knew where those green beads were pointed at. He spilled out right behind Alice and her wave. Tilting chin somewhat to peruse over those that she deemed unworthy. "You're so picky, sweetness. I could eat them all." Said in the same manner she did, shockingly open. Tilt of sunglasses went down and he turned, a middle-aged woman seeming to blush a little as the grinning wizard caught her look with one of his own. Wink given and tongue peeking out from the split of his mouth before he swung cane around in a wind-mill gone made. It went Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! And then poked the cement poured sidewalk with a rat-tat-tat. The music man returning grinning demeanor to the creature that completed him. "Pick whatever you want. We have all the time in the world." One hand curled on the handle of cane, but other reached out and drew painted fingers out to cup the girl's cheek. He stroked the soft smooth surface and thumb rode over her cheekbone, nose crinkling and sunglasses seeming to magically sift right back up on his nose, so she couldn't see how hungry his eyes were when they devoured the beautiful cut of her complaining expression. <done>
Alice Clare: Such a banana. Her banana. The pout on her face threatened to turn into a grin, but she stifled it away with a sneer when he broke through the people and arrived before her to state the obvious. Picky indeed. And Alice had yet to decide if she was still mad at him over his lion stunt the other night or not, despite the way he'd fucked himself into getting her to say she forgave him. She might have fibbed. The mauling of her leg might have healed, but did the mauling of her heart? -wipes tear.- "None of these look good! That one right there is so skinny. How's he going to be filling in any way? I could pick my teeth with him, with the whole of him, just lift him up and use him like a toothpick. It's bloody disappointing, is what it is." The warmth of his touch found the coolness of her cheek, and despite herself, she nuzzled into his touch -- even turning her face a little so she could scrape her teeth along the meat of his palm and down to his wrist. They sank in, sharp and vicious, but released before she might break skin and draw blood. Been awhile since they'd shared that though, hadn't it? Might be they were due, if he ever wanted her to stop being a sulky princess. A flash of tongue across her bottom lip, and a skim of her hand up along the bottom of his forearm until she could tangle her fingers with his, and tug. "I'm so hungry," Alice pouted again, that pretty bottom lip plumpening out, and with it, she swayed that much closer to him with a swish of the wide pretty skirt; closing the distance between them, leaving her forced to tilt back her head to maintain contact with the eyes that watched her -- always watched her -- from behind dark lenses. "I want a brunette. And cheese fries." -d-
Abaddon: Cane flew upwards with the quick flick of his wrist and he caught the bottom part of the shaft, sticking yellow-striped thing out to hook it into her hip and give her a pull. It caught onto her easily, twisted fate made to land it exactly where he wanted and pull her just how he needed her to. She'd be sent to a stumble and instead of falling over she crashed against him, stalwart body unmoved. From one cheek to the other his hand found itself, flattened out over her plump skirted ass. It would've been a resounding spank, but material protected her from the severity of the motion, but couldn't keep her safe from fingers that plundered and dug into her clenchable body. Bite of his cane released as he twisted it and it fell to belt, hooking against the leather and hanging like a fourth leg. Up into the blonde fingers tangled themselves, curling tight against golden reins and forcing her head to cock back as he hovered his face above hers and spoke. "You can run off and get yourself a cheese-fry, I can run off and find you a brunette. Hide with her somewhere till you can find us." And he leaned down further like he was going to press mouth to hers, but instead his route shifted and quickened. Buried his face in exposed press of those beautiful tits, teeth grinding over the softness while beard left a red rash where it scratched. Teeth carved against skin right along the border of cloth, tongue tilting along salted skin. Hot breath easily penetrating through the material to stroke sensitive skin. And with that he gave her a tiny push away, and spun her about. At least one and a half full rotations before she'd be able to steady herself and see that the yellow petaled man was gone. A pretty brunette for his blonde 'princess' was sought after, and somewhere dark and quiet to play with her. Maybe on a yacht right off the Thames, that seemed like a good place to be while everyone else was parading on the streets. <done>
Alice Clare: A gasp flew from Alice's lips at the quick way he caught her with the cane; the end of the arched handle digging into muscle and skin a little painfully -- but it was a pain of which our girl tended to welcome, and now was no exception. She fell into him with the jerk he made, palms colliding with his chest, but they weren't even enough to keep the way the rest of her crashed into him; belly to belly, pelvis to pelvis. "Don," she whined his name a little, squirming back as if she meant to escape from the hold. Leaning back some, and ohhh that was her rump. A thumping sound from the way he smacked into the thickness of the voluminous material, and it made her giggle that he couldn't just reach skin right away like he usually could. She even stuck her tongue out at him, and had her head wrenched back by strong fingers for her trouble. Magic acid in her eyes, she stared up at him with that same hunger expressed in her visage, and he'd feel the way her bottom squirmed to press her thighs into his. He came so close. She could taste his breath -- and then he bypassed her mouth in favor for the display of her breasts, and Alice laughed. "Fine. Mmm, pick me a good one, Baddy .. " Abaddon! One hand stretched over his chest and up into the thickness of his dark hair from behind him, gliding nails softly against his scalp while his teeth teased, and his beard scratched. And then she was sent away, with a push and a twirl, and Alice laughed as her skirts flew up about her legs like a parachute, all free and billowy and revealing the footwear that in no way shape or form matched the style of her seventeenth century styled dress. She flashed him a wide grin over the curve of one pretty shoulder, and then she was off -- skipping in the direction of the shops close to the promenade where they were, where she could find chips drenched in cheese sauce. Mmm. -d-
Abaddon: Who knew how long it would take her, but it didn't take Abaddon long to find something delicious for his girl to have. He had a nose for finding those who deviated on the more perverse side of things, or maybe it was just the effect he had on them. Probably a little bit of both meeting halfway. But, it wasn't long until a slightly sauced long-haired girl in a dress too-tight, and heels too long was cut from the herd. Snipped off and disappearing from the gaggle of girls that had hit the street in party mode. It wasn't long until the were aboard the Blue Mary, not difficult at all making the girl believe the ostentatious wizard was the owner of such a thing. How long did it take to get an order of cheese fries going and then find a dragon in London? Once aboard and a drink was poured it wasn't long before the long-legged vixen with painted mouth and long locks of brown was peeling the straps of her narrow dress down and revealing breasts that had to have been made by man. Perfect large round things with top hat pink nipples to match the yellow one he plucked from his head. Barely had to say a word till she pushed fingers into his chest to lower him down on the boat that occasionally wobbled when a current ran by. The race was on! She had hands on his buckle flicking and loosening, then smearing both hands against his groin fitting against balls and shaft with long-nailed fingers. She curled tips through trousers stroked the meat and veggies together, putting her mouth right on shaft and letting spit and air seep through. He really did little to aid moreso a vacant voyeur to the things she did to his body, one hand drifting stolen scotch to his mouth for a sip. And then came dooooown the zipper with an audible sound. And her mumbling something with her nose wedged right into his groin, something about being so fucking big. She wasn't sure if she'd fit it in her mouth. Probably something to get a rise of the dragon, but he only grinned more in the dimly lit interior of boat's interior. <done>
Alice Clare: Honestly, it took a long time to get them. She had to go to three shops before she found one that had actual cheese sauce and not just shredded cheese to melt over them like some generic homemade shit. No bloody way, man. But to find the dragon? That didn't take long at all. Alice arrived on the Blue Mary, not by way of it's dock or even the entrance down into the cabin -- but from the shadows that crept in the corners of the boat he'd taken his chosen brown-haired girl to. Wind lifted both hair and skirt when she stepped from them, the quick travel being such a things culprit, and she was shoving a good handful into her mouth when she did so; snickering over something she wanted to tell him. "Babe, you'll never guess who I sa -- what the shit are those?!" Wide, almost horrified eyes, and a cheesy finger was pointed at the tits on the girl he'd picked. They were obnoxious and huge, and somehow light from the round window of the yacht was shining directly on them like a spotlight, even while the girl had her face buried in Abaddon's crotch. "Did she pay for those? Gross. Ought to pop 'round to your doc and get your money back, precious, they look quite fake." Whatever sort of furniture made for sitting that was closest was dropped into; an arm chair that looked a bit like an oyster shell, round and wide. She fell into it sideways, her legs draped over the arm and crossing at the ankles while all that skirt fell about her legs in a pretty display. Careful not to spill the to-go paper carton her chips were in, Alice twisted at the spine a little so she was facing the two of them with her shoulders and lifted a few drippy fries to her mouth again. "Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt. Continue," she spoke around the chewing, flicking her fingers some in a carry-on don't mind me sort of gesture to what was no doubt a startled thing and her endeavors to swallow down the dick that didn't belong to her. Was it even hard? Alice hadn't been in the room before now, after all. -d-
Abaddon: Inebriated and distracted the girl didn't recognize the words as insults, as she should have, from Alice when she showed up. Instead she struck curled tongue against yellow trousers, spit turning the exterior material to a more mustard color the damper it grew along the contour of trapped cock. Bearded monster barely moving, only flicking green eyes from the bare-chested to the newly arrived. In a long extended delay, she was so busy nuzzling mouth against his groin, the brunette twisted to look over bare shoulder and mumbled something that Alice probably wouldn't have picked up on. "No, I wasn't. She was hungry." She may have been able to guess what the brunette had said by way of his response, but the long-nailed and man-made doll stood up on heeled feet. Turning around and dropping a thick round rump right into the man's lap. He made a grunted noise and forced body to recline against sofa with one arm riding up along the top of cushions and the other drawing clinking drink to his mouth. Sip of alcoholic beverage taken while she ground down in long wide circles, smearing her rump right to get him good and rigid. She'd most likely throw an eye-glance over at Alice before swinging arm around behind her back, flatting out palm against the front of his pants, worked open trousers dove into to drag out thick shaft. <done>
Alice Clare: Alice watched a moment, the stunted movements of Abaddon's white-girl-wasted prey; a brow raising as she lifted a cluster of drippy cheesed chips up to drop them into her mouth. Vision melted it's way between her man, and this brown haired thing that didn't seem to have much real about her, other than she was a real slut. The female rose to her feet, dropped herself back down and made stripper circles in Don's lap, looking over at Alice, and a laugh bubbled out of his wicked queen. "Precious, precious, no." Swinging a foot in a bored manner from where it was draped over the arm of the chair she'd fallen into, a finger drew a line along one of the yummy potatoes to gather up some of the cheese sauce. It was pushed into her mouth, and that finger was suckled on a moment, while blue eyes shifted their way from the trash, to the yellow King for a heated look, before they were quick to flick back to the woman. "Be careful with the equipment. See you don't scratch it. You're only borrowing it, see. You might be better off putting your lips to use. Did you pay for those too?" It was almost lazy, the way she brought a few more chips up to eat; slowly chewing within the way she stared down tonight's choice. Mm. Fake as she was, she'd do much better than the others they'd passed, all those ones that Alice had dismissed. With the tits, and the ass, just how round she was, she'd make for a very filling little magic-meal. If the girl was paying much attention, it was to those tits that Alice was staring now; fixated on them, really. They were just so big. So ridiculously big. "I want to touch them," she announced to neither one of them in particular, and maybe it was just a thought stated out loud. -d-