05-10-2023, 01:41 AM
So Mik's ear and neck throbbed. Yeah. Sucked. But it wasn't really much worse than he might get subbing at Mistress Aurite's. No, what made this different was A: there was NO Dom in sight (that is, unless Rune had some surprises up her sleeve, in which case...hell yess. This could be a great night.) And 3: the cool slimy gross wet that had gone down the back of his collar and down his waist, sticking his shirt and pants and to his skin
Fuck this! He scrambled around, hands in the muck feeling for his lucky lighter while he his head swiveled this way and that watching to see if the thing came back. He needed that lighter. He did. He just wouldn't be complete without it. With it, he felt warm and cocooned. With it, he could see the Lady and share the inside jokes about the universe with her. But Spectra was gone. Yun. Oriena. Katerina. Elena. Vasiliya. A hundred different faces, but always the same Lady.
He heard noise in one direction and spun. Nothing. To Rune he answered, "Fuck if I know!!" He tried to keep his voice calm. He supposed Tenzin would have recognized it. He was pretty sure this chick was the same. "Seemed bigger than a bat. Is batman real? You recognize it from your badass chick's club?"
He kept fumbling, eyes going from where he been hit to where the thing had gone. The way things were, it was probably nowhere near there. Fucking train. Sort of like that. At least with flesh. Maybe a soccer player or something. Not that he liked soccer.
Fucking boring ass shit watching a bunch of guys sweating their balls off and getting their hearts to nearly explode for 2 hours only for the game to tied at 0 to fucking 0. American football was just as stupid. Guys all padded up six ways to Sunday, running only after the hike and then being immediately stopped. Stupid bottoms or downs or whatever they were called.
And don't even get him started on basketball, with their dumb fouls every 5 seconds because some looked at someone wrong and got their ass in a sling as a result. Fucking bitches.
Nah, he thought, trying to ignore the worry. He like contact sports. Real fighting. Real hits. Cage fighting. Jui Jitsu. Wrestling. Hell, Rugby was the best. Fucking jungle game right there. Just went and went. No padding. No stops. Just hit after hit, running and tackling.
Yeah, he'd been run over alright by batman or the hulk or ... or a flanker like Reynaldo Castaneda. Damn but he could bowl him over anytime. Guy was a beast. Hot as hell too.
He finally stood, shaking off his hands, and looked over at Rune, the panic rising. Hrr back was to him as she looked this way and that. He tried. Fuck, but he tried. Her perfect ass presented itself to him and he tried to focus on it. To get in the zone. I mean it was right there and at any other time he would have taken a moment or an hour to appreciate it. But nothin. Nothing, man. How the mighty have have fallen. The Lady was probably shaking her head with pity. Poor poor Mik. Couldn't even focus.
Fuck, he was so pissed. He swung his head around just in time to catch the batman hulk Reynaldo bowl him over again. This time his left arm went up to try and catch the little bitch that had fucked him over. Both of them went down, but the thing- sort of hairy but skin all dry and sandpaper like- spun around, long greasy hair hanging down as it tried to go at him.
Mik's left arm curled, catching or at least blocking some of the swipes. Ok. Maybe mostly protecting. His face was all smushed up in its left shoulder or whatever, trying to keep from being slashed.
He was trying for the neck. The neck was where it was at. An arm around the neck or a jab to somewhere soft and sensitive usually stunned enough to give him an advantage.
His hand touched what felt like a collar bone and his hand instinctively became a pincers, fingers strong and sharp as he desperately tried to gain some purchase around it.
He wasn't sure he could actually get a firm grip- let alone rip it out- but fuck if he wasn't gonna try. Maybe Rune had gotten out of there. Smart if she had. He was sure the Lady was watching, laughing.
Bitch. Probably wanted to see him struggle.
Fuck her. His fingers dug mercilessly as the thing thrashed at him. And he strained, feeling the thing go into a frenzy, the slashes at his arms- thankfully- all he had so far.
Fuck her to fucking hell! He felt on fire.
Fuck this! He scrambled around, hands in the muck feeling for his lucky lighter while he his head swiveled this way and that watching to see if the thing came back. He needed that lighter. He did. He just wouldn't be complete without it. With it, he felt warm and cocooned. With it, he could see the Lady and share the inside jokes about the universe with her. But Spectra was gone. Yun. Oriena. Katerina. Elena. Vasiliya. A hundred different faces, but always the same Lady.
He heard noise in one direction and spun. Nothing. To Rune he answered, "Fuck if I know!!" He tried to keep his voice calm. He supposed Tenzin would have recognized it. He was pretty sure this chick was the same. "Seemed bigger than a bat. Is batman real? You recognize it from your badass chick's club?"
He kept fumbling, eyes going from where he been hit to where the thing had gone. The way things were, it was probably nowhere near there. Fucking train. Sort of like that. At least with flesh. Maybe a soccer player or something. Not that he liked soccer.
Fucking boring ass shit watching a bunch of guys sweating their balls off and getting their hearts to nearly explode for 2 hours only for the game to tied at 0 to fucking 0. American football was just as stupid. Guys all padded up six ways to Sunday, running only after the hike and then being immediately stopped. Stupid bottoms or downs or whatever they were called.
And don't even get him started on basketball, with their dumb fouls every 5 seconds because some looked at someone wrong and got their ass in a sling as a result. Fucking bitches.
Nah, he thought, trying to ignore the worry. He like contact sports. Real fighting. Real hits. Cage fighting. Jui Jitsu. Wrestling. Hell, Rugby was the best. Fucking jungle game right there. Just went and went. No padding. No stops. Just hit after hit, running and tackling.
Yeah, he'd been run over alright by batman or the hulk or ... or a flanker like Reynaldo Castaneda. Damn but he could bowl him over anytime. Guy was a beast. Hot as hell too.
He finally stood, shaking off his hands, and looked over at Rune, the panic rising. Hrr back was to him as she looked this way and that. He tried. Fuck, but he tried. Her perfect ass presented itself to him and he tried to focus on it. To get in the zone. I mean it was right there and at any other time he would have taken a moment or an hour to appreciate it. But nothin. Nothing, man. How the mighty have have fallen. The Lady was probably shaking her head with pity. Poor poor Mik. Couldn't even focus.
Fuck, he was so pissed. He swung his head around just in time to catch the batman hulk Reynaldo bowl him over again. This time his left arm went up to try and catch the little bitch that had fucked him over. Both of them went down, but the thing- sort of hairy but skin all dry and sandpaper like- spun around, long greasy hair hanging down as it tried to go at him.
Mik's left arm curled, catching or at least blocking some of the swipes. Ok. Maybe mostly protecting. His face was all smushed up in its left shoulder or whatever, trying to keep from being slashed.
He was trying for the neck. The neck was where it was at. An arm around the neck or a jab to somewhere soft and sensitive usually stunned enough to give him an advantage.
His hand touched what felt like a collar bone and his hand instinctively became a pincers, fingers strong and sharp as he desperately tried to gain some purchase around it.
He wasn't sure he could actually get a firm grip- let alone rip it out- but fuck if he wasn't gonna try. Maybe Rune had gotten out of there. Smart if she had. He was sure the Lady was watching, laughing.
Bitch. Probably wanted to see him struggle.
Fuck her. His fingers dug mercilessly as the thing thrashed at him. And he strained, feeling the thing go into a frenzy, the slashes at his arms- thankfully- all he had so far.
Fuck her to fucking hell! He felt on fire.
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods