Diamond in the Rough Dedicated the glorious personage known only as Lewdanon. You are an inspiration to us all. Aelath stood leaning against a rail, watching as the stands surrounding the bare stage cleared of patrons. He ran a bare hand through his long, dark hair, musing over the performance he had just witnessed. The Troupe had been, quite possibly, the best he had ever seen. Each Dance, each turn and twist, each emotion they projected had cast a net over the hearts and minds of the audience, drawing them deeper into the mystery and ambiance of the evening. It seemed the whole of the craftworld had been brought to tears at the Fall and the Birth of the Great Enemy. Aelath’s breath caught in his throat as the primal fear at seeing the Dark Prince manifest in proxy flashed across his memory. He felt honored to have witnessed the history of his people reenacted with such excellent precision. This was the third night of Games since the Troupe had arrived, and the first he had had the chance to attend a performance. Aelath sighed. As a Waywatcher, his duties kept him guiding vessels through the less traveled areas of the webway almost constantly. The Harlequins would be performing for many more days, but it was not his fate to witness anymore; not this time around. He sighed again. It was late and he would need his rest for tomorrow. Ironically, he would be guiding contingents from Ulthwe and Saim Hann so they could attend the festivities. Brrrt. Aelath looked up, the sound distracting him from his reverie. He scanned the area, but seemed to be alone. Down below, the stadium was all but clear. “Just imaging things,” he said. Brrrt. There, in the corner of his eye, a flicker of movement. Aelath turned. Seemingly mimicking his pose and leaning against the railing further down the hallway was a lithe figure. From this angle, it appeared to be clad in little more than belts and skin tight fabrics. Something about the lighting made everything unclear, like Aelath was looking through smoky glass or murky waters. The figure was wearing a blank visor that covered its whole face, save for a slit at the mouth. There was no eye, but it had a curios shape coming out of its mouth; a sort of twisted red and blue tube that curled upwards. Brrrt. The tube extended, unfurling and shooting straight ahead. The figure was looking ahead as well, not paying attention to the movements below and idly tapping a foot to a tune only it could hear. After a second, the tube curled back up. “Excuse me,” said Aelath, trying to compose himself. “You startled me.” He took a few steps forward and spread his arms wide in peaceful greeting. “Are you one of the performers? If so, I must give you my complements; your Troupe was simply perfect this evening.” Brrrt. The tube shot out again, but the figure made no further movement. “Are you lost? I have been told from travelers that our hallways are atypically complex, compared to other craftworlds,” he said. Aelath strained his neck as he walked, trying to get a better view of the figure’s face. “May I help you find your fellows? I know a shortcut to the stage from here…” Brrrt. Again, the unfurling and retraction. This time, however, the figure glanced in his direction. Where one side of its mask was completely blank, the other swam in light, oozing and pooling into different shapes every second and never standing still. Briefly it formed a smiling face, then an annoyed scowl. Aelath stopped walking and shut his mouth. The mask was suddenly all mirth, laughing with defiant quietness into the dim hallway. It started to weep. The figure’s scalp, mostly bald, had a single line of purple hair spiked up in a Mohawk running across its length. “Can I help you?” he asked, his voice unsteady. Closer now, he could see that the figure was a woman. Her leggings were red and yellow diamonds on one leg and black and white checkers on the other. A red zigzag cut across the checkers and terminated at a belt buckle in the shape of a wailing tragedy mask. As the figure turned towards him, he could see similar patterns in even more vibrant colors running up her smooth abs and over the slight ridge of her breasts. Her right side was covered in a thick leather jacket, all black, which he hadn’t seen from his earlier angle. Her left side was so bare it seemed the colors crisscrossing her arm and chest were painted on. A little smiling face of fellow and black covered where her nipple should be. Brrrt. The toy in her mouth flicked forward, but she made no other move. “Is something wrong? If I’m disturbing you I can leave…” Before his eyes the swirling mass that was the right side of her mask settled into a vaguely defined face. The visage was as delicate as it was lovely. A single eye of gold stared into him, then twitched and cast a gaze down an adjoining hallway. Aelath followed her glance, only for the blurred outline of her body to dash in that direction, seemingly not caring to touch the floor. It was brief, but he was sure he saw a finger crook beckoningly before she dashed out of sight. He stood numb, not sure if he had imagined the figure to begin with. Brrrt. The sound was faint and echoed off the smooth walls. Brrrt. It grew faint. Compelled by he knew not what, Aelath dashed down the hall, following the sounds as best he could. The hallways were indeed mazelike, and even though he had been born in raised in the belly of the gargantuan beast that was his craftworld, he soon found himself losing his sense of direction. Each time he came to a fork in the hallway the strange honking sound would come from the least likely path, sometimes from behind him. He’d run into a dead end or reach a doorway that wouldn’t open, then see a blur of motion in his peripheral vision. Somehow, he never encountered another person, never saw or heard another soul. The chase took him far beyond the theatre and the artists’ quarter, past a boulevard of quiet gardens, and straight through to the main hanger bay. Aelath was panting by the time he reached the massive complex of docked ships and endless flights of idle fighters. Even out of breath he could not help but marvel at his peoples’ might. The mon’keigh may take pride in the shear size of their slow, ugly warships, but the eldar had created far greater marvels in their time. The room in which he stood stretched out for an eternity in every direction. Though it held more vessels than any other hanger in the craftworld, including a veritable armada of capital ships, it was as tidy and neat as a well maintained apartment. Everything had its place, everything was orderly, and there was still room to spare. Brrrt. The sound was faint this time, as if coming from far away. Aelath spun around, straining his ears to discern the origin. Brrrt. “There,” he said. The noise was flowing through an entry hatch on the side of a small ship. It was small, a short ranged affair, and jet black. His Path had given him a fairly sizeable knowledge of Eldar craft, but he couldn’t recognize the class. A yacht of some sort, it would hold perhaps two dozen passengers and crew at the most. Were it a mon’keigh vessel, it wouldn’t be considered much more than a simple dropship. He started to head for the ramp, then stopped short. The Harlequins hadn’t arrived in a ship like this, or any other. They simply came through the webway. Aelath studied the craft more carefully. He didn’t know of any craftworld that used black as its only color, not even Ulthwe. Most of the curves seemed to match existing eldar aesthetics, but a few of the lines were too jagged and blade-like. Aelath was starting to rethink his decision… Brrrt. The girl’s masked face popped out from the hatch as though appearing by magic from the void. Half the face was smiling gaily. Brrrt. Something about that sound and the innocent way she kept blowing on the toy eased his fears away. She was already retreating into the ship as it curled back up. “You only live once,” he muttered, taking the last few steps forward and pulling himself into the dark interior. Behind him, a panel eased closed. Accepting that it was too late to turn back, he groped his way in the darkness, fumbling down a hallway blindly. He crouched low, taking up the light-footed, hunched posture of a stalker. Several paths before Aelath had been a Striking Scorpion. Somehow, the thrill of the unknown and the fear of what he was getting himself into were reasserting the battle instincts that had been drilled into him for a century. He closed his eyes and let his ears and nose and hands guide him. Every footstep was slow and deliberate as he moved further into the craft. The walls were curiously cool for an eldar vessel, wraithbone having a tendency to be a degree or two warmer than the surrounding conditions. But it didn’t smell like any steel or metal he could recognize. After a few moments of skulking in the dark, his hands fell away from the wall. He groped forwards but there was nothing around him. “Finally in a real room,” he said. Aelath took a tentative step, amused at the way his foot sank into the ground slightly. “Hello?” he called, hardly expecting an answer and not getting one. “Where are you?” Shrugging at the silence, he started to move forward again. His hand grazed against something soft, and warm. He pressed against it. Brrrt. Suddenly light, dim at first but growing in intensity, filled the room. His hands shot to his eyes, trying to keep the stinging brightness away. “Ach!” he said, falling back onto his ass. Brrrt. The lights dimmed until they reached a comfortable level. Aelath sat for a few moments rubbing his eyes. Soon he was able to open them and look around. The room was perfectly circular, save for the break at the hallway. Every three feet or so of wall was colored in a different pattern; checkers here, diamonds there, polka dots and stripes following those. The ground beneath him was a soft material, a shaggy carpet of some sort of false fur. It was pink, of course. Other than that, the room was bare. He looked up and saw the girl staring down at him, head cocked slightly to the side. The spiral-toy was bobbing up and down in her mouth and half of her face mask was chuckling at him. “What’s going on?” he asked. Her mask formed a new face, one that was rolling its eye. Brrrt. She raised her arms above her head and slowly lifted her left leg so that her foot was tucked up against her right thigh. The Harlequin twisted at the waist, lower and lower. Eventually her hands were pressing into the thick carpet and her right leg shot up towards the ceiling. She kicked out with her right and made a lazy summersault backwards, landing again on one foot. The figure eased a hand out towards him and gestured for him to join her. Rolling his own eyes, Aelath stood. He discarded his outer robe to free up his movements. Twisting an arm over his head, he began to stretch. First the arms, then his back and legs. As he raised his head from a deep stretch, he noticed the Harlequin had one of her legs spiked straight upwards and was lazily flipping through the pages of a paper book. That face of hers was giggling silently again. “Where did you even get that?” he asked. Brrrt. She tossed the tiny book at him. He snatched it out of the air and took a glance at the first few pages. “Is this in mon’keigh? I never learned their tongue.” She pantomimed flipping through and reading. The face on the mask kept changing from delight to interest, from disgust to entrancement, form bored to drooling longing that was almost comical. Shrugging again, Aelath turned the pages. Text gave way to pictures and he felt his eyes widen. Each page detailed two, and sometimes more, humans copulating in crude little drawing. Archaic in the extreme, they were still fairly imaginative. As the book progressed, the positioning became more and more complex. First was one where the female lay on her back and the male entered from the front. Another had the male leaning over a crouched female and entering from behind. Several had the female on top, or showed the male standing and holding up his partner in midair. Then the book ended and he felt his face redden and his ears tickle in embarrassment. He had become much more absorbed in the raunchy little text than dignity would allow. Besides, position-books like this were crude and vulgar, and were more limited than those produced by his own kind. Not that he paid any attention to those, of course. “Err, yes. That’s very interesting,” he said, “but what does that have to do with-“ He had pulled his eyes away from the book only to find the harlequin standing closer than before, rocking her arm up and down in front of her and forming a hole with her fingers. It took him a few seconds to realize what she was mimicking. “Now just a minute!” he said, marching towards her. Her foot shot up and her toes pressed into his stomach, halting his advance. Only then did he notice she was barefoot. Aelath stood, arms at his sides, as the harlequin inched her way up his chest, using her toes as if they were little feet of their own. She hardly seemed to need to keep her balance as her big toe flicked up to his chin and bumped the tip of his nose. As he raised a hand to swat her leg away, she suddenly spun, crouching low and striking out with a curved leg. She caught him just behind the knees and he tumbled to the ground. He landed hard, but the soft carpet cushioned the blow and he hardly felt it. Aelath tried to prop himself up on his elbows, only for the harlequin no nimbly hop up onto his chest, pressing him deep into the carpet. Her mask was showing a face, one smiling wickedly. “What are you-“ Brrrt. She pressed her toe against his lips and shook her head. Aelath struggled to shrug, then gave up and lay back, awaiting whatever was coming. Brrrt. The harlequin shot up a few inches, propelled by nothing more than a slight springing leap from her ankles, and came back down again. Aelath tensed for the blow, only for her to spread her legs out straight and horizontal and arresting her fall with her hands, letting them plop into the pink carpet on each side of his chest. She hovered there, pelvis held just above his stomach and looking down into his eyes. He was close enough to hear a wheeze of breath pass through the mouth of her mask. Slowly, she eased down onto him, eventually sitting right on his stomach with both of her hands on his chest. Brrrt. She made no other move. Aelath could now feel her breathing, slow and shallow. He ignored the ever changing mask and lowered his gaze. The harlequin’s half-jacket was edged in silver. His eyes were drawn to her other side, the one not covered. It was small, but gratifyingly perky. With a start, he noticed that despite the enticing movement up and down, it was clear that some of the colors on her chest were… running together. He raised his hand, the one that had brushed against her in the dark. His fingers were lightly flecked in different colors. Aelath looked back at her. She really was wearing little more than paint. His eyes rolled down her chest and to her hips, where he noticed the colors were running where rubbed against her belt. The diamond covered leg was made of some light fabric, but the checked one with the red stripe was peeling away against his side. With a great force of will, he kept his eyes from straying between those legs. Brrrt. She had leaned in close, so close that the paper spiral struck Aelath’s nose as it extended. He grabbed her by the waist and pushed her back a little, struggling to raise his chest. “Will you stop that?” Brrrt. The mask formed a grinning visage as the harlequin rocked her pelvis forward. His body tensed as he realized how far back he had pushed her. Brrrrrrt. She began to rock forward and back, grinding against his groin. A tap on his forehead sent him gently crashing back into the carpet. He fingers curled, gathering up the cloth of his robe, as her movements ground harder and faster against him. Aelath could feel himself hardening under her onslaught and struggled to think of a reason for resisting. Finding none, he bucked up, flashing his own cruel grin as the half-face sputtered into nonsensical wavy lines before reasserting itself into a smile to match his own. He let his hands rise from her hips and glide up towards her chest. His fingers kneaded into her and he enjoyed watching as the symbols and striped melded together under his touch. Her skin was warm and smooth, it seemed to invite his touch as he rose steadily higher. When he reached her ribs, he let his hands pull inwards over her chest. The paint melted under his touch and let his hands glide as smooth as silk. His hand cupped over her painted breast. Brrrt. She lifted up his torso with both hands and then slammed him back down, ripping at his robes and pulling to either side. He felt something tear as his chest was exposed. Aelath forgot his own exploration as her hands swept across him, tracing the lines of his ribs, flicking a finger into his belly button, and tweaking his nipples seemingly all at once. Soon she was clawing at his chest and grinding her pelvis against his with even greater intensity. Brrrt. His hands scrambled down to his belt buckle, tugging at the straps to loosen them. Her hands joined his and together they did little more than get in each others’ way. As their fingers entwined and failed to get anything done, Aelath grew impatient and grabbed at her arms, pinching them together at the wrists. He knew she would be able to break out of his hold easily, but she let him draw them aside as he pulled the belt off himself. As soon as he was done, she shrugged off his grip and scooted down off of him, pulling at his trousers as she went. Aelath pressed upwards, letting her shimmy them down. In seconds his erection was springing out, freely twitching in the light. Before he could react, her right hand snatched him up and began pumping up and down vigorously. With the other, she scooped up his testicles and massaged them gently. The unexpected sensation sent his mind spiraling. For the longest time he just lay there, letting her beat at him again and again. Just when he thought he felt his body tensing, the harlequin rose from the ground. She tiptoed over him, planting a foot at each side of his head. With deliberate slowness, her fingers lowered to her belt and rubbed along its edge. Looking directly up between her legs, Aelath could now see the faint outline of some form fitting cloth covering her. He could almost make out an outline under the fabric. Easing her fingers to two studs on either side of the belt buckle, she pressed down. Almost as if in slow motion, the thin piece of cloth floated down, exposing a thin, hairless slit. A single droplet fell from between the sides of lips, catching Aelath in the eye. He squinted it closed just as the harlequin gave another… brrrt …dropped herself down onto his face. She came down fast, but caught herself just before crashing into him. Her lips brushed against his as though asking for a kiss. Needing no further invitation, he thrust his head upwards and let opened his mouth wide. His lips covered hers and, as she pressed down into his mouth, he let his tongue spread wide and taste the length of her. Juice dripped down the sides of his face as he slapped his hands against her buttocks, squeezing the cheeks hard. She flinched a little, then grabbed up his hair in both hands, pulling back hard in kind. Brrrt. Wincing slightly, Aelath let his lips close together, wiping them across her labia. Under his tongue he felt her insides twitch as he took to nibbling on her lips with his. He’d scoop an entire side of her into his mouth, then press inwards only with his lips. As his tongue filled with the tangy, sour taste of her, he would draw back and pull at her flesh, stretching it firmly but gently. Brrrt, brrrt, brrrt. She seemed to like it, so he started to go fasters; swallowing her lips and pulling then outwards rapidly. Soon she was pulling at his hair so hard he could feel tears welling in his eyes, but he couldn’t stop. The gland at the end of his penis was swelling painfully. He tried to ignore it, focusing on the moist flesh between the harlequins legs and kneading her buttocks and she bucked and rocked forwards against his mouth. BRRRRRRT!!! Looking up, Aelath could just barely see the roiling mask as it twisted and turned. The red and blue twirling toy shot out from her mouth faster than he could see, impacting against the wall with a dull thud. “Aaahh!” she cried, leaning back so far he lost sight of her face. She kept going. Her back bent almost double as the spikes of her Mohawk brushed against the head of his penis, causing it to twitch wildly. Her body formed a bow shape, her hands and feet at each end and her middle sticking upward. Aelath let the fingers on his right hand brush against ring of her anus and she rolled back, almost out of his grasp. Without knowing quite what was happening, he felt a warmth encircle the tip of his penis as a silky-slick muscle began to twirl around the head. He had to lean upwards to keep his face buried between her legs as she leaned further back, forcing his shaft between her lips and down her throat. Aelath thought he felt something land next to him and roll away, but dismissed it as unimportant. It was her mask. Even with her amazing flexibility, she was unable to do more that rock her body in either direction more than an inch. The compensate, her tongue worked over time; gliding against each side of his shaft before swirling around the head and probing the opening at the tip before staring the whole thing over again. As her body became bathed in sweat, her painted coverings began to moisten and run. A few lines of purple and red dripped down to her labia and touched Aelath’s lips. Suddenly the vaguely acidic taste of her vagina gave way to one that was fruity, almost sweet. He stopped using his lips and, following the harlequin’s lead, used his tongue to brush up the entire length of her slit. It was definitely becoming sweet. After several more experimental tonguings across her wetness, he let his tongue roam outwards in a circle. Gradually, he migrated away from the fabric of the diamond-covered leg and let his tongue drag long and hard against the inner thigh of her checkered one. “Aah!” was the only sound she made. This part of her wasn’t fruity, but it was certainly much sweeter. He bit down, gently, and wriggled his tongue around, lapping up the flavored bodypaint. With the middle finger of his right hand, he started to probe her anus. She tensed, then redoubled the swirling pace of her tongue. It seemed like she was all over his shaft at the same time. Both of them were breathing heavily and she was starting to wobble a little. He could feel the strain she was under trying to hold herself upside down on her fingers and tiptoes. Sensing her vulnerability, the returned his attentions between her legs and forced his tongue to circle the stiffening nerve of her clitoris. Making certain not to touch it, he kept one hand firmly under her butt cheeks while using the other to trace the line of her spine, tickling it with the tip of his finger. Startled, she rocked forwards further than she had before. Aelath’s penis forced its way further into her mouth, pressing hard against the inner wall of her cheek. She managed to keep her teeth from closing down, but they brushed against the tip as his penis passed by. In an instant he felt his whole body tense as his shaft spasmed in her mouth. She pressed even closer against him, her lips touching the base of his penis, as her tongue wriggled around and around. She kept jerking her side to the side, keeping up the friction between his head and the inside of her cheek. His back arced as he came, bucking up into her mouth and impacting against the back of her throat. She pulled off of him and fell back against his chest. His saliva covered dick jerked around in the air until she wrapped her fingers around it, pumping up and down and milking his hot semen out in thick splurts. He couldn’t see, but her mouth was open and she was aiming him towards her tongue. The force of each spasm sent lines of goo into her mouth, across her face, and over her eye. Aelath tried to rise, but was pressed back into the carpet by her foot. Her mouth was back over his penis and she pumped up and down, forcing him to stay erect. He felt himself start to soften, but then she did something with a toe against his neck and, after a brief jolt of pain, felt himself swelling up even larger than before. By now the harlequin’s body was slick with sweat and the paint that covered her was slowly dripping away. As she rose against to straddle him, still jerking her wrist up and down on his shaft, he could see waves of soft, white flesh pocking out behind the vibrant colors. For the first time he saw her face. It was long and sharp, as most eldar faces are, but had smoothly rounded edges that gave her a faintly delicate quality. Though her cheekbones were visible, they were soft and didn’t over power her overall look as they did so many of their kind. One eye was covered in a large black diamond. He could from here that this mark was a tattoo, rather than paint. As her fingers constricted around his member and delicately rolled up and down, he wanted nothing more than to try to lick it off regardless. Her face split into a wide grin as took a seat on top of him, the lips of her vulva pressing down and over the sides of his cock. She started to grind forward, the moisture dripping out of her and the mixture of saliva and semen covering his member providing more than enough lubrication for her to slick across gently. The cum covering her face oozed down, pulled by gravity, and soon she was glistening in the dim light. Keeping up the gyrating motion between their sexes, she raised a hand to her cheek, rubbing it against the drying semen. Gathering up a mess of it, she licked it off her fingers. Aelath’s shaft began to twitch as he watched. He grabbed her by the waist and tried to lift her up so he could enter her. Giggling, she mimicked his movements and placed her hands on his hips, lifting off and spreading her legs strait out. She waited there, hovering above him like a gymnast. “For the love of Isha,” he cried, “PLEASE!” The harlequin giggled again as she lowered herself down. He deftly snatched up his penis and forced it straight up. Positioning it just right, her lips eased around his swollen head and slid down around him. Aelath closed his eyes as his member was slowly encased in hot, turgid flesh. His hands were still around her waist and he tried to push her up or down or back, but she wouldn’t budge. Brrrt. Aelath’s eyes snapped open. Another of the twisting toys was in her mouth, this one green with purple and gold dots. “Where did you?” he began. “Forget it.” Brrrt. The harlequin’s groin was now pressing against him and he was as far into her as he could get. He looked up at her pleadingly, and after a few moments another smile formed. She turned her body at a ninety degree angle so that one leg was spread past his head and the other was hovering above his. The harlequin returned her hands to his hips, placing one directly in front of her and the other all but between the crack of her tight, sporty buttocks. Wide eyed, all Aelath could do was watch as she began to rock her hips not forward and back, but side to side, using his erection as a center point. Her legs swung in one direction and then back as she kept them locked and perfectly straight. The sensation of moving in and out of a person was not new to him, far from it, but he had never before felt anything like this. His whole member stayed encased between her dripping lips as the friction came from a ceaseless twist that went on and on as she picked up speed. She upped the ante again by squeezing down on him at the peak and crest of each swing of her legs, causing him to contort and moan in pleasure each time. “That’s amazing,” he said, breathless, as she continued to build up her momentum. BRRRRT. With a showy flourish, she twisted harder and faster and pushed up with her hands. Her body raised up a fraction and she let go. With the speed she had built up she kept moving, spinning around him a full 360 degrees and catching her fall in the same place she pushed off from just before she fell off of him. “Fuck!” he cried, his eyes rolling back in his head. BRRRT! Again, she built up speed and then shot herself around, spinning over him completely. His whole body was going numb and he felt as though the warp was overtaking him. “How, ah, h-how is, aaaaah, that, eh, aaaah, e-even,” he couldn’t finish and simply jittered to himself. Two more spins and he was past his limit. Grasping his own hair and pulling hard, his back arced and he pressed upwards with all his might. Mid spin, he caught her with his back to him. As he came, she pushed down with her hands and launched off of him. Droplets of semen rained over the area, dribbling over both of their bodies and probably doing a hell of a lot of damage to the carpet. The harlequin landed on all fours like a cat, each droplet of cum rolling down her back and exposing more the pearly white skin underneath. All over her body the paint had pooled and mixed so that, where it remained, she was stained dark purple. Still invigorated by whatever she had done to his neck, Aelath’s erection was as prominent and aching as ever before. He rolled forward, catching himself in a crouched position behind her. Striking out with both hands he caught her by the waist and drew her, clawing at the carpet, closer to him. He knew she could have dodged or escaped if she had wanted too, but the thrill of finally taking control was intoxicating. Aelath pulled her rump towards his groin, then readjusted his grip and pushed her back down into the carpet. Her head lolled to the side, splaying out her Mohawk like a vivid fan. Her one eye stared back up to him, daring him to continue. Brrrt. “I’m getting awfully tired of that,” he said as he rubbed his shaft between her cheeks. Swollen to the point of turning purple, it was painful to even as little as that. Smiling wickedly, he took the shaft in his free hand and aimed it between her turgid lips. Brrrt. Her eyes flashed mockingly. “Fine,” he said, pulling up and rocking forward. The large, swollen head of his dick bulged against the tight round hole of her anus, briefly refusing to go any further. Gasping quietly, the harlequin relaxed and his body weight pushed him through. With a wet pop and a meaty slap, his body crashed against her buttocks, grinding her face deeper into the thick carpet. Without waiting for either of them to catch their breath, he found his footing and began to rock in and out as fast as he could go. If it was possible, her ass was even hotter than her vagina. Aelath felt himself melting inside of her as his whole body went numb, hid mind overloading. He kept one hand on her back, pressing her down hard, while keeping a firm grasp of her hip with the other. Each time he pumped forward there would be a loud slap of flesh on flesh, followed almost instantly by a bleating brrrt form her twisty-toy. Slap. Brrrt. Slap. Brrrt. Slap! Brrrt! Slap! BRRRT. SLAP. BRRRT! SLAP!! BRRRRRT!! They rocked together so hard and so fast he almost thought the carpet would burn off her diamond tattoo. The toy fell out of her mouth as her tongue slid through her lips. It hung there, vibrating with each of his thrusts. Her eye was open and tears were pouring out freely, but even by the gasping breaths that shook her he knew she loved ever moment of it. After what felt like hours, he felt her insides begin to twitch and clench over his swollen shaft. He lifted his hand from her back and grasped her hips with both of them, forcing her ass out as he pulled back and pulling her into him each time he banged forward. The slapping changed to a loud crack each time they collided. “AAAAAAHHHHH!” she cried, pulling handfuls of carpet between her fingers and clenching her eyes shut almost as hard as she clenched down on his dick. “FFFFFUUUUCK!” he roared. Her spasming anus melted his resistance and with a final, deafening crack, he rocking forward and came inside her. The force of his ejaculation shot globs of semen deep inside her, then forced it back out even with his shaft still in the way. White globs pooled under her legs and both of them started to shack with pent up exhaustion. Aelath fell forwards as she slipped out from under him. She rolled to the side, and he landed facing her. They stared into each other’s eyes as their breathing calmed down and the juices covering their bodies started to dry. She looked to him like a purple creature with white striped or spots. Looking down, he could see that he was just the opposite, a white figure with purple splotches and lines stripping all over him. Laughing, he snatched up the discarded toy. He placed it in his mouth and leaned forward, blowing hard. Brrrt. The tip bounced against her nose and they both started giggling like children. Aelath sighed and closed his eyes. “What is your name?” he asked, not expecting an answer. Her voice was smooth and crisp like a morning breeze, it was barely above a whisper. “Solitaire.” Aelath opened his eyes in shock. She hit him in the face with a pie.