Shia: the Hunt

Cold, steady rain hissed against the mantle of the gas lamp, the dim light casting more shadows than illumination in the gloomy afternoon as people hurried past. Strangers made faceless by wide brimmed hats pulled low and collars of oilskins and peacoats flipped up, great sheets of muddy water cast into the air with by leather boots in their haste.

Shia stood motionless, the rain falling on her long, red gold hair to cascade down her chill cheeks and bare chest, nothing more than a half seen ghostly shape in the inky depts of the alley.

A man, tall and wide shouldered glanced into the alley as he passed before taking a stumbling half step away into the muddy cobblestone street. She could taste his sudden surge of fear, savor the spike of his emotions before he convinced himself that it was only a scrap of laundry hanging forgotten from a line seen in the depths of the alley. He turned and hurried away at almost a run, Shia amused at his reaction without a smile ever touching her pale lips.

The crowd continued to flow past, calloused hand and hunch shouldered stevedores next to the finer dressed chandlers and apprentices passing the alley oblivious the predator that lurked within.

Shia cocked her head slightly as a man paused, lean, long armed and spidery, a topman from one of the many ships tied up to the quays.

'Are yea seekin' a l'lle company, a warm lass ta help pass this cold night?' Shia asked without making a sound, her lips never moving.

The man took a step towards the alley, his heart surging with adrenaline at Shia's suggestion, his eyes transforming the limp, torn shreds of the wet linen camisole into a sheer silk gown, Shia's alabaster skin into the pink glow of youth.

"Aye, I might be at that," the sailor said causing a passing man to glance sharply in his direction and hastily move away.

'Two shillings an I'll be keepin' yea warm all night,' Shia replied and took a gliding step backward deeper into the alley.

The sailor licked his lips and took a step forward, his eyes drawn to the sight that he saw, Shia's dark areolas beneath the sheer white cloth tented out by her hard nipples. His eyes darted lower at the darker hint between Shia's thighs. The sailor nodded and stepped into the alley, Shia reaching out a hand to take his before leading him on.

The man suddenly flinched at the sudden cold of Shia's hand in his own before his mind's eye changed her cold, clammy gasp into the long, slim handsome pink fingers of a young maid.

"I be Jacob of the Iona, and you?" the sailor asked.

Shia turned back with an actual smile playing across her lips, the taste of the sailor's emotions quickening her so that her alabaster skin took on the slightest hint of a blush.

"Shia," Shia replied, her voice a silken purr barely heard over the patter of the rain.

Shia reached behind her and opened a door, the tenement only three tiny rooms for a family of five. A coal fire sputtered and seethed in a potbelly stove, the room warm with a dozen candles already lit to cast a yellow glow. The extravagance of so much coal wasted, so many candles set to waste would have caused untold anguish to the family who had called the hovel their home only yesterday. But yesterdays were worlds away, the family no longer needing to worry of such extravagance from where they slept eternal in what had been the children's room.

"Shia," Jacob said breathlessly as he closed the door behind him, "Name the port, yer a fine a whore as I've ever I seen!"

Shia smiled again and let the tattered and ripped remains of the linen camisole slip from her shoulders to fall to the floor. Jacob's eyes crawled over her naked body, Shia tilting her head back to savor his thoughts and emotions.

Instead of Shia's cold pale white flesh he saw her rosy and pink, her flat and flaccid chest full with plunging cleavage between large, full breasts. His eyes lingered at the thick, curly mass of hair between her legs and she could feel his erection swelling with his excitement.

"Such a gent," Shia replied with a grin and then gestured towards what had so recently been the parent's room, "Mayap ye'll be showin' me yer appreciation afore we ha' a nip a som'thin ta drink?"

Jacob quickly unbuttoned the heavy oilskin coat he was wearing to toss it over the back of a chair, his fingers fumbling at the cloth rope holding up his breeches while he stumbled after Shia. Shia could feel her body heating, the taste of Jacob's emotions igniting her own as her skin began to truly change from cold white alabaster to just the faintest blush of pink.

"I aint a gent nor want a be one!" Jacob said as he yanked his shirt over his head.

Jacob's hand suddenly lashed out, Shia knowing the blow was coming let him strike her face before he shoved her roughly backward. Her head barely moved, but Jacob saw her head snap backward, a thin line of bright red blood at the corner of her mouth. Shia glided backward to lay back across the bed, Jacob seeing her stumbling back until the back of her knees struck the mattress for her to fall sprawling with her legs wide.

"I'll have me two shillings now afore aught else!" Shia demanded while tasting Jacob's gloating glee at not having two pence let along two shillings.

"I'll give ye yer two shillings worth!" Jacob cursed and finished untying his breeches to push them down over his hips.

Shia smiled at the sight of Jacob standing naked, his lean, muscled body scared from the ships rigging as well as the bosun's lash, his erection protruding through a nest of black pubic hair. He wasn't as large as some, but was more than respectable, and length had stopped mattering so many centuries in the past that it was impossible for Shia to count.

Jacob climbed up onto the bed while his mind saw Shia cowering on the straw filled mattress. Shia closed her legs tight, Jacob wanting and desiring the fight as much as what was to come

"Open yer legs bitch or I'll give ye another!" Jacob swore and grabbed Shia's legs to wrench them apart.

Shia fought playfully for a few moments, Jacob's forceful attempts no more than a kitten batting at her legs before finally desire drover her to submit. Shia spread her legs wide in anticipation, Jacob laying on top of her with the stink of his body heavy in the air, the stink of ale and tobacco heavy on his breath before he thrust into her.

Shia gasped in the first real, true pleasure she had felt that night. No matter how cold, how bleached of color and heat her skin became, there was one part of her body that always remained blisteringly hot. Shia savored both the feel of Jacob's length entering her, stretching her open as well as the raging burst of pleasure Jacob felt as his length was wrapped tightly by her hot, wet sheath.

"Ahhh, yer a tight little bitch, aint'cha," Jacob gasped.

Shia's legs wrapped around Jacob's waist, her hips rising up to meet each one of his thrusts with her ankles locked behind his back. Shia moaned, the sound one of pleasure and longing and above all hunger as Jacob thrust into her. She could feel his pleasure building, could feel him simultaneously moving inside of her body and at the exact same time she could feel what he felt with her sheath squeezing down on his length, the silky smooth skin inside of her caressing his glans each time he thrust into her.

"Yer a whore fine an fit fer a king, ye be!" Jacob gasped.

Shia reached up to cup the back of Jacob's head to pull him inexorably down for a slow kiss. After several moments Jacob managed to break away with a gasp, Shia pulling his head closer so that she could begin to kiss and suckle at his throat.

Jacob began to grunt with his efforts, each thrust rocking Shia's body forward slightly as his stomach slapped against hers. Shia moaned again, sucking hard at Jacob's throat, the feel of blood coursing through the thick vein in his neck. Jacob barely cried out, his body only giving a slight shiver as her teeth pierced his skin.

"Lord, I aint ne'er had finer quim!" Jacob swore without ever noticing the prick at his neck, his thrusts never slowing.

Shia's ecstasy soared, the sensation of feeling Jacob's thoughts and pleasure thrusting into her tight body while also felt herself being filled redoubled with the sharp, coppery taste of blood in her mouth. She only partook a tiny amount, only enough to intensify the bond between her mind and Jacob's while she let him thrust his way towards climax.

Shia's hips rocked in time with Jacob's thrusts, the sensation of his glans striking the firm dome of her cervix causing a grunt of pleasure to escape her without her ever withdrawing the needle sharp daggers of her teeth sank into Jacob's neck.

Jacob gave his own grunt of pleasure, his hot, stinking breath brushing against Shia's hair as the crude headboard of the bed began to slam against the wall of the room quickly followed by thumping from an unknown stranger on the other side of the tenements thin walls.

"Ohhh, Lord!" Jacob cried out, Shia's mind locked with his as they both spiraled up and up until they burst simultaneously together in their shared pleasure.

Shia's teeth bit down cruelly at the exact moment she felt Jacob's pleasure spilling from his body in spurt after spurt, her mouth filling with his thick, hot blood while her womb filled with his tick, hot seed. Jacob threw his head back, his entire body shuddering while Shia remained latched to his throat, his length still embedded deep inside her body with her legs wrapped around his waist to hold him tight. Second after blissful second washed over Shia as the contractions of her orgasm rippled across her stomach and squeezed down on Jacob's length, her mouth filled to the brim with warm blood, her womb filled to the brim with warm seed.

Jacob gave a long, gurgling gasp and then finally collapsed down on top of Shia, her legs still wrapped tightly around his hips and her arms holding his torso gently. The weight pressing down on her felt delicious and she reached up to run fingers, now truly pink with the blush of youth through his long, greasy lank hair before slowly pulling her teeth from the flesh of his neck.

Shia could feel life spreading through her body, warmth spreading from Jacob's lifeblood, lifeblood she had drank in with both greedy, demanding mouths.

"A fine, fine lover," Shia purred and savored the feel of Jacob's length still inside of her.

She would have to move on tonight.

With so many ships in port it was always possible to take another lover for the evening, possibly in Erith or Grays. Another strapping, fine sailor kept fit by their labors, or maybe the rough, calloused hands of a day laborer, always so demanding and quick to resort to blows to add spice to the kill.

Shia shoved the dead, gray husk off her and to the side, a flaccid dick slipping from her woman's mouth before the body tumbled to the floor with a loud thump and.

Shia sat up, dull pounding sounded on the thin tenement wall followed by a muffled oath. Shia ignored the sound as if it were no more than a gnat while she ran her hands up and down her naked sweat slick skin. Her body was now a rosy pink, her C cup breasts now truly full and pert and not just the reflections of a bewitched mind. A fingertip stroked her dark red areola, tweaked at the hard nipple so prominent and then padded barefoot into the kitchen.

Shia had no need of cloths for the men, their minds a simple playthings to reflect what she desired, but the women...

Shia shoved a pile of dirty and torn linen cloths off a chair she had placed there earlier to reveal a satin camisole, knee high riding boots and a deep red velvet riding habit trimmed in ermine.

The women, now, the women could pierce her veil, see through her illusions, but her pink, rosy skin and fine clothes would be no illusion. In a few minutes Shia had dressed with a cloak thrown over her shoulders to keep the rain at bay. She took a moment to peer at her reflection cast in the wavy, distorted glass of a mirror and then without a look back walked out of the tenement.

As Shia stepped out the door she reached out a hand, a fingertip brushing against one of the many lit candles to send it toppling into the pile of discarded clothes she had pushed off the chair and onto the floor. The flicker of flames lit the room as Shia closed the door and walked back down the dimly lit alley, the carcasses of her hunts soon to be consumed and hidden from any unwanted eye.