Erotic 04: Lamentations Of A Faceless Girl

Dreams of darkness. Of ruby lips, of teasing flips and flicks. A grin below sharp stop lights, you found your heart pounding hard. Harder as that face grew nearer. Yes... yes... you opened your mouth, saliva bridging the top and bottom of your mouth in a lewd display of neediness. Rolling your hot pink tongue out, you begged the face to deep throat you with that wonderfully long tongue. Yes... yes...

You jolted.

Hot lips pressing against your neck, a hotter wet thing sliding up and down the flesh. Handfuls of flesh were groped by her skilled talons, tiny cuts beading with blood washing over you. She raked you with their tips, marking you as her toy through violence. Anyone who saw those cuts would know that -

You jolted.

A leg jerking woke you up. It was a shock back to the real world, your heart echoing the phantom heart in the dream. Sweat rolled down your sides onto the flat plane. Catching your breath with deep inhales of air, you tried to move, only to find yourself pinned tightly. Rather, you were bound by expertly cinched leather bracers, which allow for very little freedom. Concerned by this, you opened your eyes... only to find darkness. An old fact rippled in the shadow of your brain.

You were a faceless girl.

Born from pixie dust, you were blessed with sensitivity and awareness, but cursed with a lack of a face - no eyes, no nose - and a sinister hunger that more or less never lets up on you. Only your instincts know what you wanted. Your instincts, and a certain someone...

The air was cold to your sweating body, which burned like an inferno. Defying your restraints, you garnered the attention of others.

"Ah, you're back to us, da?" A heavily accented voice asked not from far away.

"Lifesigns are weak but growing stronger. Maybe we should let it recover." A slightly nasal voice.

"Nyet, nyet. She's made from strong stuff. Allow me to get her on her feet."

Clip clip clip. That voice came nearer, until, after a moment of apprehension, a woman's face appeared.

Your facial muscles relaxed, your mouth gaping at the spectacle. You couldn't see anything at all, save for this one woman. Your 'eyes' drank in her details, memorizing them all once again.

Clear black cornea. Bright red irises. A pale, smooth face framed by her silky hair. Her hair looked long. It was possible that it was longer than yours. You had a feeling that it was. There were a few lines on her face, surrounding her eyes, mouth, and eyebrows. Signs of her facial expressions over the years of her life. Your imagination filled in the gap, and what it displayed made you want to weep.

This woman was a beautiful thing to you.

She looked at you with an inquisitive look, peering at where your eyes should have been. A smile formed on her lips, eyes crinkling at the edges.

"Come now, a little thing like death can't keep you down, da? Get better now, for me. Shake off death." With something brutally cold she stroked your cheek, like a lover would. It felt so good. Your heart pressed itself against your ribcage, giddy. You continued to stare at her face, admiring it, memorizing it.

"... Interesting. Lifesigns are getting stronger. She... it has a lot of potential magic laying dormant inside."

The woman cooed a few words to you, her delicious voice filling your ears. She caressed your face with even more cold things, as if her hands were those of a skeleton. They felt sharp, cold, like a surgeon's scalpel. The woman giggled, face turning away.

"See? I told you she's made from strong stuff. We've put her through far worse than this. Now..." She looked down at you again, showing a rather nice smile. "I'll make you whole again."

Instincts took over. In a lewd display of neediness, you opened your mouth, saliva bridges connecting top to bottom. Your tongue rolled out, flopping onto your lower lip. Heat rose to your face, tinting your cheeks a red.

The woman giggled again, showing her teeth in her grin. "Always dependent." Spoken with fondness, she lowered herself over you, her face dominating your noir filled vision. Electricity sparked at your lips, the woman's own brushing, then locking on. She massaged them, sliding her saliva slickness across your drier surface. Without warning, a wet slug invaded your mouth. Your mouth came to life, tongue accepting the slug with gusto.

In the tango you were trying to create, the slug grew longer, and longer, and longer; until it reached your throat. This woman had an exceptionally long tongue, and she knew how to use every bit of it. She made every inch of your tongue feel imbued with sensuality's shock, easily dominating it. Not that you mind. To you, this was the outskirts of heaven.

She broke the kiss, the assault spilling out to elsewhere. Her tongue slithered across your skin, tasting your drying sweat and rising lust. She knew exactly what your body hungered for; which touched your heart. She knew you, what drove you, and was willing to fulfill that.

Excitement displaying itself prominently, that tongue wrapped itself around a pink stub, massaging it. Breathing came to you in ragged bouts, chest heaving in synch to the rise and fall of your lungs. Her mouth soon had that tiny mound of flesh in it, suckling away, something cold and sharp touching the other side of your chest. Sharp thrills screamed for a second as she drug that sharpness down, causing your heart to beat even harder. They hurt, yes, but for only a second, their echoes balancing out into pleasure. It felt good, whatever she was doing.

"... You sure are rough with her." That nasal voice rose from your unexpectation, as far away as last time. The sole thing you could see in this world didn't reply, too busy with you. That alone was precious to you, a secret smile in your head. The coldness wandered further down your burning body, chilling it wherever it touched. Your midsection became giddy with her playful tips, tickling you here, scratching you there.  A gasp, a moan, escaped your lips. She suckled your other breast, putting more intense pressure on this one than the other one.

A groan. You wanted more, and she wasn't giving it to you so handedly. Sensing your subtle impatience, her hand, as if on cue, reached the hottest spot of your body, and sent an icicle deep into it. A sharp intake of breathe, a moan, came out of you, feeling something wonderful inside. Inside you. She was inside you, with just one finger. She wiggled that finger with lethargical grander, teasing you to her heart's content.

She wanted to make you whole again, stronger than before. Yes, you could do that. All for her, you would get stronger. Even now you felt her strength being absorbed into you, your body handling more vigor. All for her, you would be the strongest you could ever be,

You wanted to buck your hips, but the restraints made that impossible to do. She had you at her mercy, having her fun. She wasn't without mercy, however, building more power into her wiggling finger and hand. The other scrapped away at your side, causing only flesh wounds. Layer by layer, scrap, scrap, scrap. Your eyeless vision went down, seeing a jagged look in her eyes. Ceasing her suckles, she flashed a lopsided grin, the long tongue twirling down to and around your naval like a tornado.

You fed on the attention and pleasure she gave you. Your sounds of pleasure spurred her on, which caused her to intensify your pleasure. It was a great cycle, never ending until one of you break. You were breaking, breaking into something sturdier, you could feel in your gut. Something was about to be fulfilled.

Her tongue dipped in your belly button, excitement exploding there. A force built inside you, and soon broke free. The one that made you gush backed off, a juicy, fleshmetal finger pointing to someone.

"She's at her strongest - flip the switch, Souji!"

She received no reply, only a loud clicking. Then a mule kicked you in the chest, with your body stretching out one second, then crushing in itself the next. Your grasp on your consciousness slipped, control fading away.

The image of her disappeared. You felt sad over it, as the cushy darker darkness cradled you. You wondered if you were strong enough this time, if you succeeded this time. You wouldn't ever find out, but one thing you did know:

That woman was a beautiful thing to you.