Part 1

Tieh Tieh walked confidently and with surprising silence towards her goal; confidence because she was what she was, and surprising silence because of what she wore. Her leather jacket and several belts with the silver chains and many rivets barely clinked. Even the fact that she wore heavy silver taps on her decorous boots did not keep her from moving with strange noiseless grace towards the carefully kept silence of the morgue. Her hair was an ebony waterfall that fell across her shoulders and hung far below her knees. Only skill and long familiarity kept it from brushing the walls or tangling. Her face was an alabaster mask that would remind one of a noh mask or a heavily painted geisha - though she was no more Japanese than many of the denizens of this American hospital. 

A nurse rounded the corner, leaving one of the side rooms that were near the strange woman's goal. The dark apparition that sudden loomed before her stopped, and she gave a little shriek of surprise. Her hand covered her thrumming heart and the dark-eyed woman smiled down at her (though it was her footwear rather than native height that let her do so). 

"Oh...ah, so sorry....I'm sorry ma'am, you really shouldn't be here. Are you lost?" The nurse recovered her wits relatively quickly, but the Asian woman shook her head slowly, the dark eyes fixed upon the matronly nurse's.

Corrine - or so her name tag claimed - blushed at the strange, intense stare of the lovely woman. She found her cheeks heating more and the beautiful woman tilted her head slightly, almost invitingly. And despite being married for thirteen years without mishap - despite the occasional infidelity of her fool husband - Corrine found herself actually enjoying the strange woman's attention. "I...I am sorry, ma'am, but...b...but you really...really..."
The young woman (hardly more than a girl, despite her poise, Corrine thought fleetingly) leaned forward, lips slowly parting. The older woman, overweight, frumpy, retiring, and uninteresting, found her heart beating much faster for other reasons that had nothing to do with the fear she'd felt earlier. The deep eyes closed halfway, and she found herself leaning forward, anticipating the offering.

A soft exhalation, the only noise Tieh Tieh had made yet, wafted from between the full, darkly painted lips. Corrine's breath caught and she tasted sweetness, a heavy, floral perfume that coated her mouth and tickled her eyes. A series of thoughts flitted through the nurse's mind (Is she sick? Is she wearing that much perfume? Why didn't I smell it before?) before she wobbled unsteadily, her brain and body overwhelmed by the effluvia that Tieh Tieh poured from her lungs. 

Colors started crawling along the bland walls; sounds took on deeper, more resonant tones; the air itself tasted of sickness, blood, and drying flowers. Corrine slumped into the surprisingly powerful arms of the waiting woman, and was gently helped to the wall, where she remained sitting. Her mind overwhelmed by the impossible breath of the Asian woman, Corrine would later be subjected to a battery of drug tests the likes of which she had never dreamed of. 

Tieh Tieh silently slipped to the doors of the morgue and entered without so much as a backwards glance.
Here was the closest thing to silence that could be achieved in a hospital. Even the refrigeration units were set on the other side of the wall of drawers wherein the shells of the dead lay. Tieh Tieh took a moment to revel in the lack of sound, the unmoving cool of the air. Only a moment however; she had a task and duties to fulfill. 

After her single moment of meditation, she walked unerringly to a specific drawer. This she unlatched and slowly drew out, a very faint smile etched across her lips. Drawing the sheet away and folding it she considered the situation carefully before turning back to regard the corpse with dark eyes.

The corpse that rested here, with bruised throat and bulging, bloodshot eyes, was that of a young man, otherwise healthy in appearance. He was the victim of a rape and murder, as was appropriate; Tieh Tieh considered his handsome Chinese face and could see the appeal that might lie there for men and women alike. She herself had no such inclinations so it was more an exercise in aesthetics. She waited for several minutes, and then spoke. 

"You waste time, lying there." Her rasping, hoarse whisper sounded like it came from a throat full of jagged glass, a distinctly unbeautiful sound. The corpse sat up in response, smiling triumphantly. 

"Perhaps, but it served its purpose." Color suffused the pale skin, and the bruises faded away as if they'd never existed. The soft crunching noises of his hyloid bone being repaired and the draw of breath into his lungs made her frown minutely. "Better. It is good to see you again, mei mei. You are as lovely and cold as ever. You brought - ah, good."

Even as he inquired Tieh Tieh was producing a set of clothing from under her jacket, reducing it's bulk significantly. He dressed without shame or concern for her presence; they were family after all.

"So, have the others been attending their duties? Silly question, I know, but better that than discovering it for myself after my sojourn. I really shall have to think of something new this time. Perhaps a spoiled socialite? Jaded artiste? No, too angst-ridden. Perhaps I will be homeless, lovelorn and half-mad. So many choices..." Tieh Tieh ignored the ramblings of the person who was her elder brother. He often rose from one of his deaths in such a manner, and the rich yang energies he had used to raise himself from his sleep were always conducive to such energetic ramblings. 

She closed the drawer and walked to the desk, slipping a thin envelope under the calender-blotter as she had done every time Tiao Quan rose from one of his many deaths. The Heavenly Guardian explored many lives, but they all ended in death - usually his own.

"Mo Ku Jen is planning a ceremony. She wishes to bind kuei and garner yang chi. The Scarlet Screen is unbroken." Her harsh whisper drew the vivacious corpse's attention and he looked at his beautiful companion curiously. 

"So verbose. Well, if it is in accordance with the Laws of Heaven, and for a righteous purpose...." Tieh Tieh nodded once, slowly, as she rejoined Tiao Quan on his way out. "What exactly does she have planned?" he asked with a smile, much to the Iron Butterfly's annoyance. She let the irritation pass.

"Scarlet Peonies - a deadly embrace of joy - white jade turning red." While not traditionally Chinese, the haiku was appropriate and saved her a lengthy - and painful - explanation. And it was an art form, though she far preferred her sculpture.

~Later, elsewhere,~

Mokujen walked slowly around the large swimming pool, looking at the smooth white stone laid bare of all concealment. She walked slowly, her pearl-and-embroidery decorated slippers silently pacing the edges of the pool. Glazed, dolorous eyes watched from a deck chair in the shade of a lawn chair; the young woman who looked only a few years older than the girl who measured the edges of the pool was clearly disapproving of her companion's activity.

As a study in contrasts there could be no more suitable pair. Mokujen, who did not separate her names, a slight, tomboyish girl wearing soft blue velor and black slacks, hair short and carnelian colored eyes alive and vibrant. Mei An She, a half naked nymph, body decorously exposed with only crimson silk guarding her against indecency; luxurious long hair, a pipe full of opium, languid and pale-eyed.

"You are a wastrel, Mo Ku," murmured the opium-dazed woman in their native Cantonese. "Every moment you spend under the Eye of Heaven you burn away what has been so carefully gained and given." The ancient brass pipe, slender and elegant, was placed to full lips and a deep breath drawn in through the potent drug. She spoke slowly, letting the drug-haze waft from her mouth as she scolded the woman-child. "Tiao Quan will be unhappy to hear of it I am sure." 

Mokujen ignored the scolding, her piercing eyes fixed at the bottom of the empty basin. As she took the last few steps she felt the sun trying to sear her flesh, felt the first stirrings of decay. 

Rather than flee she forced herself to walk slowly to the heavily shaded porch where Mei An She sat. Mokujen relaxed slowly, feeling the shade relieving her of the faint stirrings of real pain. She sighed and rested her chin on the backs of both hands, fingers interlaced as she sat coiled at Mei An She's side. Looking for all the world like an innocent boy.

Her eyes belied any such thing.

"Tonight I shall have my fill once more, as will you, greedy little snake. Tonight there will be three-and-ten, four young men, nine young women ripe with lust and need and excess. Some few will live to bear young they would rather not; most shall die for their sins and our gain." She smiled, her bright, hectic eyes sliding up the voluptuous beauty before her. "And aside, hunger makes the experience all the sweeter. Unless...."

Affronted by the epithet 'little snake', Mei An She glared at the younger girl, her milky eyes less glazed despite the drug. The topaz upon her brow glittered menacingly, but the delicate girl seemed even more interested. "Unless what, demon child?" 

The girl slowly lowered her hands and started to crawl, sinuous and slow as the Beautiful Quiet Snake she stalked. Mei An She's heart did not throb, no, but the rush of fear was there nonetheless. Older she appeared to be, but Mokujen was by far the eldest both in mind and in how deep her roots sank into her bloody past. Mei An She dropped the brass pipe to the ground, ignoring the scatter of her smoldering drugs, unable to look away from the girl that slowly crawled up along her body, one hand upon her breast, the other reaching down, grasping forcefully the feminine and so-very-not feminine places between the young woman's legs.

Mokujen leaned into Mei An She, the shade doing little to darken the bright, vibrant hunger in her carnelian eyes. "Unless you wish to give to me what you keep for yourself. Give this to me, and I shall not be so greedy with my prizes." She smiled, a sweet, innocent seeming smile that could not hide the near-madness in her gaze. 

The firm squeeze of her sexes made Mei gasp and close her eyes, but the crack of Mokujen's hand slapping her face brought her attention back to the searing wind of those maddened eyes. "Do not turn your face from me. Answer what I have asked, and perhaps I will let you go back inside with all of what you have to offer intact." Mokujen's voice was a melodic hiss and her words were puffs of heat along the lips of the beautiful twin-sexed woman. 

"...yes....yes, you monstrous little beast. I will feed you." The rush of hatred and gratitude she felt towards Mokujen were as deeply intertwined as her compassion and contempt for the mortal lives she watched over. Her lips parted as Mokujen forced a heady, breath-stealing kiss upon her, their tongue quickly intertwined, their mouths hot and moist together....

Mokujen bit down.

~Later, elsewhere.~

Wan Bai She was a little annoyed. Not angry, no. Not even irritated. Only a touch annoyed. This was fortunate. If he ever exceeded annoyance he might do something drastic. A lot of it had to do with dealing with human children all day long. Never mind he appeared to be the same age as the other high school students he was surrounded by. Never mind that he was 'lucky' to have classes which placed him away from the Eye of Heaven at all times, even between classes. They were undisciplined, unruly, thoughtless, and inconsiderate. And that was just towards each other! 

The call from Tiao Quan had served to help; finally, he would be allowed to gather the worst of a very bad lot and turn them over to the tender mercies of the Demon Bone Nun. At least it would keep her out of trouble for a several nights as she recovered from the disgusting ordeal. 

"Hey, Shaun!" 

He wasn't even allowed his own name. It was atrocious.

Turning, the athletic Chinese youth looked seriously at the cheerleader that was waving one pom pom at him to get his attention. He forced a smile, which looked more natural than it had any right to, and offered his hand to the bouncy girl. "Hello, Lisa. I gather you have some news?" 

"Oh yeah....we're set! We'll be bringing beer and the other girls are looking forward to it. Some of the guys won't be coming, but that just means more for us, right?" Her vacuous smile and cow-like gaze sickened Wan Bai She but he maintained his dignity by not revealing his disgust at her thoughtless promiscuity and her mindless devotion to the ideal of rebellion in the pursuit of pleasure.

"That sounds perfect. My place, tonight at about seven o'clock then?" He smiled at her, and she squealed in animalistic joy at the idea of a safe haven away from adult supervision and with all the illicit drugs and alcohol she and her followers could consume. Only iron control allowed him to lean forward and kiss her as deeply as she wanted him to. His hands slid along her back and she ground her pelvis into his hips, miming the act that so fascinated her that she would give herself to brain-dead apes who thought the height of skill was running down a field and colliding into other brain-dead apes. 

She broke the kiss, breathless and excited. He could taste the slimy heat of her along his tongue and it was enough to make him want to retch. "Wow...." she said amidst the catcalls and cries to 'get a room'. "I really can't wait for tonight, Shaun..." She said biting her lower lip in anticipation. Lisa had been chasing him for almost three months now, and she finally had him right where she wanted him. 

Wan Bai She smiled, carefully hiding the desire to snarl at her, and consoled himself with the thought that Mo Ku Jen might allow him some personal time with this painted harlot.

"Neither can I, Lisa."

~Evening~

The night sky was only turning from blue to indigo, the stars struggling feebly against the horrific light pollution that reached even the isolated house on the hillside. The neighbors were sufficiently far away - and carefully selected - so that untoward noise such as that made by a dozen teenagers having a kegger would be unremarkable. The baker's dozen of highschoolers arrived in fits and spurts, small groups banding together in cars. The overabundance of girls in comparison to men guaranteed drama at the very least, and the fact there were extras meant that not only Mokujen would be able to indulge as deeply as desired - or necessary. 

That worthy was ensconced in her bedroom with the silent shadow that was Iron Butterfly. She was dressing appropriately for the party, while the dispassionate dark eyes of the youngest of their ~wu~ gazed without malice or approval. 

"I made a special point of arranging one of them to be suitable for you, Tieh Tieh. I would say that your refusal to participate would hurt my feelings, but why should I lie? You need not even indulge in something as base as murder or torture; I know you dislike the hot blooded nature of it." She turned, the sequined tank top revealing a delicate girl's body, clean white throat and soft curves forever frozen during the advent of blooming maturity. Mokujen smiled, a vicious, brutal smile that had no place on the face of a young girl. 

"Your concern for my participation and the lack of remorse for it is duly noted, lei lei." The hideous whisper of Tieh Tieh's ruined voice carried well despite the noise slowly rising in the household. She sat on the bed, dressed in beautiful black and silver silks, her hair carefully bound and pierced in the traditional style of ancient aristocracy.

Mokujen laughed softly and moved close to her sibling-by-fate. "Those placid eyes fool me not at all, dead thing; our center pulled words from you you did not wish to say, did he not? I shall not draw your darker heart from you tonight, but you know that your demon becomes more and more restive as you avoid doing what is right and proper.

Tieh Tieh's eyes narrowed, the closest thing to an expression she'd given all night.

The younger girl's eyes flashed, a quick, fleeting blue-green flame flickering across them. "I, for my part, will take some pleasure in showing these big strong boys that they're just as much a slave to their demons as you are, beloved." Her hand slipped along the slender wrist of the older-appearing girl, who looked more similar to the age she had died without the accouterments of the modern world. She drew the delicate, milk pale hand up to her lips and kissed softly the back of that hand, eyes closing as she savored the taste of the dead flesh beneath her lips. Golden fingernail protectors graced the fingers of that hand, lacquer and cloisonné gleaming in blue and red symbols. Mokujen smiled as she placed the hand in its owners lap, further back than was appropriate.

The silent one did not blush, only moved her hand back to its resting place on her thigh as the demon-child laughed, flitting out to join their brothers and sister-brother in the games that would only end in red.

The party was well underway as Mokujen slipped out to survey her cattle. "Shaun", beer in one hand and the other wrapped about the hips of a buxom girl who was trying not to laugh as she sampled some clear malt liquor while two other girls tried to describe some stupidity they'd witnessed involving the less popular - and ever vulnerable - geeks. She slipped past, barely getting a glance from the handsome crane she called brother. She glanced back, smiling as the attention of the other girls wandered; Wan Bai She explained his 'little sister' was perfectly trustworthy.

Which was true to a certain extent.

On the couch, the beautiful Mei An She reclined, surrounded by a gaggle of chuckling, giggling, languid teenagers. One took a potent hit from the opium-laced hashish she had deigned to share once they had expressed an interest in something a little more potent than the usual dime-bag of half crushed and desiccated marijuana. Her milky eyes, blind in life and now seeing many different worlds in her Second Breath, met Mokujen's. Her third eye glittered malevolently and she smiled, her lips showing no sign of the brutal destruction the demon-child had wracked tongue and lips with earlier that day. Feigning shyness around the more mature figure of the Beautiful Silent Snake, Mokujen wandered on. 

She passed their uncle, the center of their ~wu~, who was regaling a group of admirers about how his father was a wealthy businessman in China, and he was here visiting his not-really-all-that-poor cousin Shaun. Mokujen paused, marveling at the ease with which Tiao Quan slipped into his new life. She was much too changed to be able to play act so well as her brother and uncle. Tiao Quan leaned into one of the girls, igniting sparks of jealousy among both male and females in the small clique; Mokujen had to restrain a laugh.

"Hey, who's this cutie?" a gruff voice said from behind her. Mokujen whipped around, eyes comically wide, looking like she'd been caught with her hand in the candy jar. In a sense she had been; admiring the way Tiao Quan played on the human mind and heart made her almost envious, and what sort of devil was she if she envied another? She looked down and smiled shyly. 

Two of the football team and a cheerleader were preparing cups of beer, one opening, one pouring, and the cheerleader collecting the glasses. She looked concerned at Mokujen's presence; her darker makeup and clothing less bright than anyone else here marking her as the emotional one Mokujen had hoped would tag along. 

The tow headed jock gave his companion a quick, almost disgusted glance. "That's Shaun's little sister Jenny. She's a freshman, man." His voice carried a hint of warning in it, that the Aryan archetype clearly didn't notice. The youth glanced at the rather uncomfortable girl, and nudged her. "It's all right Vel, she's cool." Vel looked unconvinced but grabbed the double handful of glasses and carefully started carrying them into the middle of the room. "Come on, man, grab a beer. I wanna go talk to that milf on the couch. She's got some smoke too."

"Gowan, man, I'll catch up." The other shook his head and made a disgusted sound, walking off with beer in hand. Mokujen moved up to the table and leaned on it, arms folded on the table, offering the powerfully built young man a view that would have been much better if she'd managed to live a few more years before she'd died in excruciating childbirth. "So you're Jenny, huh? You're a lot cuter when you're not dressed for school." His gaze wandered just where she'd expected it to go. "How old are you, anyways?" He was already popping the top off of a beer, despite the fact he had one. 

It was an effort to make her smile shy rather than predatory. 

"Si...uh...seventeen. I'll be eighteen...um, pretty soon." The obvious lies - which would have been a falsehood no matter what she answered - gave his eyes a gleam of desire she'd expected. She looked shy and turned around, leaning back against the table as though to watch the crowded room. She noticed that Velvet - what insane parents named their child after cloth? - looked startled and then slowly walked towards the back rooms. 

Her amusement was interrupted by the large boy leaning over and offering her a cold glass of the grain liquor. She looked up, and smiled at him. "That's old enough to have a beer in my book." He waited until she'd sipped it and made a face, at which point he smiled. "Yeah, it tastes nasty at first, but you'll get used to it."

Mokujen's expression was a little twisted, but it was more an attempt not to laugh at this dull-eyed boy's stupidity than distaste. She took another, larger swallow, and then grinned, licking her lips and looking at the foam. It wasn't half bad, actually; if nothing else, Tiao Quan had taste. On occasion. Depending on his mask.

Mokujen glanced at him....then ~Looked~ at him. She felt the resonance of his souls, and found them seriously in debt. He was a potential monster looking for a place, a situation, a chance to become a real monster. He dreamed of it, wanted it, hoped for it. Now he saw his chance. Mokujen smiled up at him and moved a little closer, teasing, encouraging, making herself a tempting piece of bait that his ~p'o~ could not help but want.  "So...what's your name? I know you are the front guard....you pass the ball to the...the quarterback." 

He beamed at her. "Yeah, I'm the center. I got one of the most important jobs in the game, making sure Randy over there doesn't get sacked." Randy, it turned out, was the tow headed youth who expressed an interest in Mei An She. Mokujen idly wondered what he'd think of having ten inches of hot, firm male-flesh pushed into his body from one side or the other. He seemed to be rather interested in her, though he passed on the joint that was being passed to him by one of the more sober cheerleaders. 

She turned to her admirer, looking up at him. "You're a lot bigger than he is. You must be very strong." Her own demon squirmed at the idea, hungry, wanting, eager. Mokujen smiled in manner she hoped was shy. "You're probably a lot stronger than my brother is." She drank more of the bitter brew, making sure she looked at it rather than him, gasping a little and making a funny face. "Ugh...this is really bad!" A giggle, and he was pouring her another, right on cue.

He was so hers.

With a goofy smile, the young man lifted one arm and made a fist of his hand, causing the biceps bulge heavily, veins standing out under the skin. Licking her lips (nervous, you are nervous, not hungry) she ran tiny fingers along the rock hard flesh of his arm. She smiled shyly at him, relaxing into her role, no longer quite so concerned with playing the part.

She drank some more of the beer - noting that he followed suit for the sake of artificial courage. She giggled and exclaimed over his immense strength. He relaxed, leaning on the table as she did and she moved closer, glancing up at him. He was a lot less than sober: Mokujen suspected Tieh Tieh was ensuring the success of the party with the Lotus Breath. She stood up and turned around, wobbling unsteadily, though there was a faint voice of mockery at how she had to play pretend. Ignoring her demon soul whispers, she looked up at him and spoke the fateful words. 

"Wanna see my room?"

From his expression she could have just announced that it was Christmas and he was receiving a full scholarship to college and graduating with honors. He managed to collect his scattered wits, and managed a nearly intelligible "Uhhuh, sure, I mean, if you want...." She laughed and drank the rest of the beer, grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the hallway. He ignored the looks of disgust and the catcalls alike. 

Mokujen noticed, however, that no one tried to stop him.

Her room was not quite spartan, and, Mokujen was pleased to note, had been vacated by the deadly shadow that was Iron Butterfly. She would consider it gauche to enjoy the delicate pleasure that Velvet represented in a space other than her own. Mokujen wondered how the idiot male she was coaxing would have reacted to that undoubtedly peculiar sight.

The one which greeted him was undoubtedly appealing, though; very little in the way of 'girly' stuff, a clean, made bed with thick satin comforter and several over sized pillows, a shelf with porcelain faced dolls, and a set of framed photos of the close knit family. Innocuous. Harmless. Safe. Quiet, as the soundproofing revealed when she shut the door behind him. And above all, private.

"You never told me your name, you know," Mokujen remarked with a carefully controlled poke at his side. He laughed and ran a hand through his hair, mussing it further. She turned around and 'tried' to hop onto the bed, slipping and sliding down the side of the bed. The act of doing so pulled her tank top up, exposing her smooth belly and turning the youth's cheeks and ears a deep red. 

Blood red.

Mokujen laughed, and the young man leaned over - too far over, peeking down the front of her shirt again - and lifted her onto the bed. With a delighted squeal Mokujen was set on top of the bed once more, but her rescuer 'overbalanced' and landed on the bed partially on top of her.

Giggling breathlessly she pushed at him and got exactly nowhere. "You ARE strong," she said, looking into his hungry blue eyes. Her wild gaze traveled across his face, studying him, and she smiled. If the youth had any inkling of what was going through the mind of the Demon Bone Nun he would have been screaming already.

He grinned stupidly at her, still blushing. "Carl. My name's Carl." He looked down at her and she squirmed under him, letting him feel her sleek young body under his, the firmness of her nipples under the thin blouse. Her leg brushed against the warm length of heat under his tight jeans and she looked knowingly up at him.

"You're really hard," she said softly, licking her lips. She gazed at him, her hectic eyes gleaming, his blue ones muddied and dazed. "Do you....you know....want..." She let his mind fill in all sorts of blanks as she paused, before finishing shyly. "....wanna kiss?"

His expression looked as though she'd just told him it that he was the first pick of the draft season of the team that won the last Superbowl. It took all her willpower not to burst out laughing. It took even more not to grab him by the face and scream at him in Mandarin to go home, get his life and his soul together, and be more of a man than a beast.

She did neither, and worked her hands under his varsity sweater, feeling the thick, corded muscle beneath. "You're really hard," she murmured as she worked his shirt off. He sat up and pulled it off quickly, exposing his powerful, toned body to her. She gazed at the expanse of pale, clean flesh, the strange curls of gold on his chest, the thudding pulse of blood under skin.

He leaned back over her and she smiled knowingly up at him, her eyes closing as he moved closer. The kiss was not unique, but it was not unpleasant. Beer, yes, but also warm musk, a warm taste that said 'male' more than anything else. He tasted of meat and life and heat, and she delved into the kiss, making soft, eager noises, exploring, needing....

"Ow!" He pulled back, licking his lip. She hadn't bloodied him, but she smiled mischievously up at him, and rubbed her body along his enticingly, feeling how excited, how eager he was for this forbidden flesh. 

He groped for her, felt her smooth, supple belly, slid his hand under her shirt as he came back for another breathtaking kiss. Mokujen shuddered as he stroked her firm, hard little breasts, teased her nipples with blunt, powerful fingers. He was large in every way, but surprisingly careful with her. She squirmed harder, brought her hands up and stripped away her own shirt, forcing him to break the kiss. She licked her lips eagerly, and tried to smile up at him in a manner that would not raise alarms in his head. "You could...you know...take off your pants. That would be okay, right?" 

Carl grinned stupidly down at her again, sure he was going to score. Mokujen couldn't really say that he wasn't actually. She could almost like him, if he weren't such a wannabe monster. If he were an actual threat.

He stood up and looked at her. To his somewhat already dubious credit, he didn't simply strip them off instantly and jump on her. He did it slowly, letting her watch as she propped herself up on her elbows her gaze sliding over the powerfully built body he revealed. He was good sized under his boxers. He was also poking out of them already and she struggled not to giggle manically. "You know...you might as well...um...just take those off too. They aren't...you know, hiding anything." 

It took real effort to maintain the facade of stained innocence; her demon was urging her to laugh at him, drive him off, humiliate him into a murderous, embarrassed rage. Her higher soul wanted to scream obscenities at him and beat him senseless and tell him to save himself from utter damnation. She took neither road, and licked her lips. looking at his completely naked body she held up a hand as he started towards her. "No, um...wait...wait just...uh...just a second." She looked up at him, striving to put the properly fearful, half eager look in her eyes that would soothe his anger at being thwarted. It made not laughing so much harder. 

Then Mokujen slowly unfastened her pants and shimmied out of them, baring her slender, lithe body to him, save for the pearlescent satin panties that protected her modesty. "You think...this would be okay? I mean, you took yours off, right?" Her ingenuous look seemed to pay off, but then, poor Carl was not thinking with his softened brains in any case. 

"Uh huh...." was all that slipped from his slack lips.

She slid back on the bed, giving him every chance to view her nearly naked body, the sleek, delicate curves, the golden glow of Oriental skin. As she settled against the pillows and spread her legs and placed her arms at her sides, clearly offering herself to him. It broke the paralysis - which was fortunate, because if he had hesitated any longer she would have started shrieking at him. She smiled and lifted her arms as he slid over her body, staining her satin bedding with droplets of his masculinity, his manhood not quite reaching the treasure hidden behind satin and silk as his mouth met hers greedily. 

The kiss was far more involved, tongues battling, tasting, seeking. Mokujen tasted his youth, his desperate, unholy need, the warmth of blood and flesh pressed hard and passionately against her mouth. The soft curls of his chest hair tickled her breasts but she pushed up, more firmly against him, her legs wrapping about his, trapping him against her. She rolled her body under his, made him groan with desire as he started to press against her bedding in a rhythmic, desperate motion. 

The kiss broke quickly, and she looked into his eyes. "Can....can I suck on it?" Her boyish innocence made the childlike request even more ludicrous, but it was what he wanted - what he NEEDED. He rolled off of her, and stroked himself, thick and hard, a mass of golden curls with a monolith of flesh and blood jutting from it. He was cut - strange sight despite her centuries - and the bulbous head of his prick throbbed as she slowly wrapped her fingers about his shaft. she wriggled down, making sure her body was entirely accessible to him before she ran the first strokes of her own hot tongue along his manhood.

He didn't wait long to start exploring as she tasted the most delicate of his flesh, the most vulnerable part of him. Mokujen concentrated very hard on applying her mouth to his warm, salty sex, because if she didn't she would burst out laughing at the supreme irony of letting her mouth near such tender flesh. His fingers stroked her smooth back slowly, traced with some surprise the strange butterfly tattoo on her left shoulder blade, slowly working his way lower and lower.

She squirmed, deliberately hinting that she was excited - which she was, but not in the way he imagined her to be, for the reasons he imagined her to be. She felt the first tentative touches along her derrière, the soft satin and silk cushioning his blunt, calloused fingertips as she stroked her rear. Mo Ku Jen moaned and slowly began working her lips over his shaft, introducing his manhood into her mouth. The deep seated urge to bite was strong but she resisted, savoring his corruption and downfall as it occurred. The delicate creature jerked as his fingers slid along the line of her sex, teased her through the soft fabric. She rewarded him by taking more of him into her mouth, suckling at the droplets of his eager seed. 

He groaned and she felt his body tightening rhythmically, eager to thrust and release. She pulled her mouth away and sat up, looking at him. Carl's bewildered expression became astonishment when she slowly pulled off her panties, revealing her bare, smooth slit and the wetness of her femininity to him. The jock started to get up but she laid her hand on his chest (do not push, do not show him how strong you are!) and shook her head, looking serious. "I'll do it right."

He looked like a man about to ascend into heaven as she straddled him, slowly lowering her virginal appearing sex along his slick, hard length. Mokujen moaned, involuntarily, as she slid her moist slit along his manhood. She tended to forget how warm living men were

The golden skinned devil-child stared at him as he arched into her body, eager to penetrate, to thrust, to take her perceived innocence for his own. The demon-child moved her hips, making herself more wet, the pleasure sparking along her body, the act of yin and yang uniting a primal force even the dead could not entirely forget. She reached down, and positioned him at her entrance, a soft, hot kiss of her nether lips to his eager, ready prick. "Don't move too fast, okay?" Mokujen asked in a small, little girl voice. 

"I'll be careful," he promised, which made her want to rip his chest open and bare all his ribs to demonstrate how careless he was being. The thought was strong and she shuddered; then his hands covered her small breasts, teased her nipples. "It's okay, I'll be real careful." Her eyes opened and she smiled, a knowing, diabolic smile that he mistook for something far more ingenuous. 

Sex and drug addled as he was, he couldn't have cared less, and Mokujen knew it. 

She eased down, opening herself with him. It hurt a little - he was very big, she had not indulged in such things in some time. Of course, he wasn't Mei An She's size, but few men were. Fewer women were, for that matter. Carl groaned as she clasped his sex within her body, well oiled despite her seeming timidity. Mokujen had to admit he was a good lover, so far. 

If only he hadn't been interested in her, he might have even lived through the night.

She cried out as he filled her, then again as the tip of him bumped her Jade Gate, and she still hadn't taken his full length. Mokujen reminded herself to practice before ever joining Mei An She in her bedroom games. She pulled back, her tightness pulling his shaft, his hands sliding down to hold her hips, help support her, draw her back down. 

He was fucking her. She let him. She rode him slowly, letting her body get used to the size of him, letting him have his way with her young body. Mokujen felt the slow build of pleasure amidst the pain of his size and length. Each thrust started to become brutal, started to batter her inner gate repeatedly and she started to cry out, the pain and the pleasure becoming that weird amalgam of necessary sensations in her twisted, split soul. 

She felt the sparks of pleasure colliding and looked down at him, her hands on his chest, as he used her for his pleasure, gentleness and concern for her gone. He thrust brutally, drove her onto his manhood. She gasped, each thrust driving her breath from her until she panted. Finally hot liquid boiled up from him, spilled into her, filled her and overfilled her. Mokujen smiled and sat back, her hips rocking slowly as he groaned, his sex pulsing inside her tightness as he was buried in her. 

"How does it feel to fuck a child?" 

His eyes shot open, disbelief. For a moment Carl was certain someone had walked in on them, the voice was that different.

Mokujen grinned, not the childlike smile of before, not the mischievous grin of later, not the sultry smile of during, but a malevolent snarl that was purely diabolic. "You wanted me so very badly. You had to drug me, had to encourage me. And then you fucked me. Spilled your worthless seed in me. You are very fortunate I cannot get pregnant, Carl." Her eyes were bright, hot shards of golden glass, mirrors of sunrise clouds. "I wonder what would have happened if it was another, younger girl-child. I can see there are no others. Your diseased, filthy soul is content, but at what cost?" 

She slowly rose up, and sank back down on his still hard member, making him groan. She started to rise, but her hand grabbed his chest and shoved him into the bed, impossibly. He tried to rise with her but she clapped a hand over his mouth, and stared into his bright, baby blue eyes. He stopped struggling, mesmerized by the pure, unadulterated evil. "You are such a monster, Carl. You could only give birth to monsters, victims of rape turned dark and twisted by your lies and lust."

Mokujen slowly rolled her hips, making him moan into her hand as she stroked his still hard member with her slick, warm sex. "That is all right Carl. I can help you father monsters." She slid up his length, then down, seating him deep inside her with a low, sultry moan of pleasure before she looked down at him. "I just need somewhere to put them in you." 

Mokujen bit down. But not with her mouth.

~End part 1~