Post by Blackwater on Aug 26, 2013 12:22:53 GMT -5
“Mmm…that feels good,” Tang purred tenderly.
Something warm and pleasingly supple rubbed against his cheek. Tethered to the sleep world by a single thread Tang continued to enjoy the dream realm’s warm pleasantness while indulging the enticing feel of whatever object pressed against him. Afraid to open his eyes in case this tantalizing item was simply a figment of his imagination he allowed only his hands to scale its yielding surface and circumference before realizing that the soft thing also had a pulse. Crooning blissfully in his half-awake state Tang began to rub his cheek more fully into the sponginess that had become the center of his joy. Although by now all his senses had been roused he utilized only his nose and his fingers to explore this wonder, all the while praying that when he finally decided to open his eyes that the reality would be as wonderful as the expectation. Someone draped an arm over his chest, but he chose to dismiss the occurrence as happenstance while he began to shift his body closer towards the warm thing. Now he found lots of warmth meeting him. Velvety smoothness met his the caress of his hands and it seemed to wrap around him, responding to his attention as he sighed happily; where had the fabulous thing been hiding all his life?
Unable to contain his excitement anymore Tang cracked his eyes open…and found Callie laying on top of him. Perspiration poured from his every orifice as the anticipated blow to the head would render him unconscious as the athletic little girl jumped to her feet and screamed for aid against the perverted foreigner who had no shame. Please don’t smite me! I’m only a worm! he cried in his mind, but to his dismay Callie made no movements to belting him solidly in the noggin—in fact she didn’t move at all. Shifting slowly and slightly beneath her featherlike weight Tang realized that she was snoring. When their talk the previous night had ended, Tang had remembered struggling to stay awake for a time, but apparently he’d failed to keep her company. And she’d failed to make it to her room…
An evil grin crossed Tang’s face as his fingers took on a life of their own. Against his better judgment his pinky wormed its way to the waistline where a slim, yet noticeable crack revealed the frilly waist of underwear. Fangs dripping as he leaned further Tang allowed the slippery little digit to slide down a little further while sinful ecstasy spread through his being like a rolling fog. Now his other hand set to work and was about to raise Callie’s shirt over her head just enough for a gander at that well-shaped rump that he’d always thirsted to see. No, I shouldn’t do this, Tang argued internally, but his sinister hormones challenged his attempt at piety at every turn, forcing him to craftily sate the curiosity his young teenage mind had been harboring since before he’d parted ways with his family. Just a little peek won’t hurt. It’ll be educational…like a day at school. Yes, yes, that’s it. School. MUHAHAHAHAHA!
“ALL HANDS ON DECK!!” Quinlon’s voice boomed down into the cargo hold from above.
“Umu? Tang? What…”
“Ah…”
Silence prevailed in those precious heartbeats that Tang remained alive if just barely as embarrassment reddened his face to the color of a beet. His lips quivered as they sought to explain the current situation, but no words would come. Desperately seeking the calm of Bagua, Tang reached for inner peace and had almost reached it when fire blazed in a hand-shaped crater on the left side of his face, “PERVERT!!” Callie cried.
Twitching infrequently as he lay flat-backed on his bed, Tang watched as Callie disappeared up the stairs and weakly reached out towards her while darkness closed in on his vision, “For-forgive me…” he whimpered before passing out.
Minutes later he swayed uncertainly on the main deck, his exposed chest aching with black and blue bruises. His forehead housed a lump the size of an eggplant and throbbed like a veiny protrusion, but his pain was minute when placed in comparison with the vengefulness that Alice’s red-rimmed eyes glared in his direction; there would be more pummeling to come if he knew Alice as well as he believed he did. Clinging to her waist Callie’s tear-filled eyes were averted from meeting his though there was a curious smile on her face. Aside from the two women: Jack Dancer, Sam Greer, Quinlon Deveaux, and Mad-Dog all lounged on the main deck awaiting the reason for their summons. Feeling emboldened—or partially delirious from his most recent throttling Tang drifted to where the reclusive Jack was positioned and joined him in oppressive silence.
“Do…do you know what this is about—ack!—I mean, Jack-san?” Tang inquired grimly through the pain.
How had a day which had started off so well gone so wrong already?
Something warm and pleasingly supple rubbed against his cheek. Tethered to the sleep world by a single thread Tang continued to enjoy the dream realm’s warm pleasantness while indulging the enticing feel of whatever object pressed against him. Afraid to open his eyes in case this tantalizing item was simply a figment of his imagination he allowed only his hands to scale its yielding surface and circumference before realizing that the soft thing also had a pulse. Crooning blissfully in his half-awake state Tang began to rub his cheek more fully into the sponginess that had become the center of his joy. Although by now all his senses had been roused he utilized only his nose and his fingers to explore this wonder, all the while praying that when he finally decided to open his eyes that the reality would be as wonderful as the expectation. Someone draped an arm over his chest, but he chose to dismiss the occurrence as happenstance while he began to shift his body closer towards the warm thing. Now he found lots of warmth meeting him. Velvety smoothness met his the caress of his hands and it seemed to wrap around him, responding to his attention as he sighed happily; where had the fabulous thing been hiding all his life?
Unable to contain his excitement anymore Tang cracked his eyes open…and found Callie laying on top of him. Perspiration poured from his every orifice as the anticipated blow to the head would render him unconscious as the athletic little girl jumped to her feet and screamed for aid against the perverted foreigner who had no shame. Please don’t smite me! I’m only a worm! he cried in his mind, but to his dismay Callie made no movements to belting him solidly in the noggin—in fact she didn’t move at all. Shifting slowly and slightly beneath her featherlike weight Tang realized that she was snoring. When their talk the previous night had ended, Tang had remembered struggling to stay awake for a time, but apparently he’d failed to keep her company. And she’d failed to make it to her room…
An evil grin crossed Tang’s face as his fingers took on a life of their own. Against his better judgment his pinky wormed its way to the waistline where a slim, yet noticeable crack revealed the frilly waist of underwear. Fangs dripping as he leaned further Tang allowed the slippery little digit to slide down a little further while sinful ecstasy spread through his being like a rolling fog. Now his other hand set to work and was about to raise Callie’s shirt over her head just enough for a gander at that well-shaped rump that he’d always thirsted to see. No, I shouldn’t do this, Tang argued internally, but his sinister hormones challenged his attempt at piety at every turn, forcing him to craftily sate the curiosity his young teenage mind had been harboring since before he’d parted ways with his family. Just a little peek won’t hurt. It’ll be educational…like a day at school. Yes, yes, that’s it. School. MUHAHAHAHAHA!
“ALL HANDS ON DECK!!” Quinlon’s voice boomed down into the cargo hold from above.
“Umu? Tang? What…”
“Ah…”
Silence prevailed in those precious heartbeats that Tang remained alive if just barely as embarrassment reddened his face to the color of a beet. His lips quivered as they sought to explain the current situation, but no words would come. Desperately seeking the calm of Bagua, Tang reached for inner peace and had almost reached it when fire blazed in a hand-shaped crater on the left side of his face, “PERVERT!!” Callie cried.
Twitching infrequently as he lay flat-backed on his bed, Tang watched as Callie disappeared up the stairs and weakly reached out towards her while darkness closed in on his vision, “For-forgive me…” he whimpered before passing out.
Minutes later he swayed uncertainly on the main deck, his exposed chest aching with black and blue bruises. His forehead housed a lump the size of an eggplant and throbbed like a veiny protrusion, but his pain was minute when placed in comparison with the vengefulness that Alice’s red-rimmed eyes glared in his direction; there would be more pummeling to come if he knew Alice as well as he believed he did. Clinging to her waist Callie’s tear-filled eyes were averted from meeting his though there was a curious smile on her face. Aside from the two women: Jack Dancer, Sam Greer, Quinlon Deveaux, and Mad-Dog all lounged on the main deck awaiting the reason for their summons. Feeling emboldened—or partially delirious from his most recent throttling Tang drifted to where the reclusive Jack was positioned and joined him in oppressive silence.
“Do…do you know what this is about—ack!—I mean, Jack-san?” Tang inquired grimly through the pain.
How had a day which had started off so well gone so wrong already?