A Shadow’s Dance (*) 1

Jacques, a man of lean muscles and piercing blue eyes, wasted no time in stripping down to his boxers, his cock already swelling with desire. He approached Maya, who had beauty and voluptuous curves that could make any man drop to his knees, her clothes sticking to her body just a little bit after the exertions of the day.

Jacques pulled her close, his hands greedily exploring her body. Maya, tired but willing, allowed herself to be kissed, the taste of him a familiar comfort in a world gone mad. He led her to the table, the cold hard surface somewhat creaking as Jacques got on it.

Jacques' touch grew urgent, his hands squeezing and kneading her breasts, his mouth suckling her erect nipples. He slid her panties down her thighs, revealing her wet, swollen pussy. His cock, standing proud and eager, pressed against her stomach. AT that heated moment, everything was going perfectly, but something happened.

But as Maya felt his length against her, she couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that she expressed by furrowing her brows. Jacques did not notice this though.

It was smaller than she had thought it was supposed to be, or perhaps she had just grown accustomed to his uncle. It seemed some things did not run in the family. Whatever it was she could tell that she could do nothing about it. 

Maya tried to push the thought aside, focusing instead on the heat building within her as Jacques slid a finger inside her. 

"Jacques… I… I feel so dirty, can we not do this?" She said with a smirk. How could she tell him she had gotten turned off by his tiny cock? But Jacques was already too far gone. He had been waiting for this for a long time, and now was the time to make his dream a reality.

Soon enough he angled his cock to enter her, figuring she was wet enough… Maya frowned, but she let him. He had been extremely useful, especially in controlling people. She did not mind him doing whatever he wanted to do. At least for now. That was what she told herself, but when suddenly he entered her, groaning as he did, Maya's face changed as if she had just eaten shit.

But Jacques did not even see anything, his eyes closed as he groaned out Maya's name, saying some bullshit about how perfect they were for each other. He couldn't even tell that she was barely horny and now that she had seen his cock, she was thoroughly turned off. This bastard was just fucking away and it was so annoying because she was not into it at all! 

"Maya, you and I are perfect for each other! Don't even look at all these other men ever again. It's just you and me. Above everything, everyone! Forever!" Jacques said that with a look on his face, as if he was thinking about things, and he couldn't help but groan again, saying how tight she was.

Maya frowned. She was tight because she was uncomfortable, this bastard. How could he not tell something so simple?

As he truly began to pump his cock into her, the reality of his inadequacy washed over her like a cold, harsh rain. Each thrust was met with a hollowness that echoed through her body, leaving her craving more.

She bit her lip, willing herself to feel pleasure, but her mind was racing. And soon it was racing with a thought on how to get out of this. His uncle was much bigger than this. Jacques was, terribly below average. 

Jacques, oblivious to her turmoil, grunted and panted above her, his rhythm growing erratic. He was close, she could feel it in the tension of his body. But just as she was about to fake an orgasm to get it over with, he exploded inside her with a strangled cry.

"Gah!!"

What the fuck was this man doing?

It had only been a few seconds and he was already nutting and convulsing like some child having a Torrettes episode. Maya felt the last neuron holding her back snap in her brain as she practically pushed him off, her strength much bigger than his based on his low level.

"Uh... Maya, what's wrong? Sorry, you were just so hot, That ended up... nutting all over you, haha. I couldn't help it. If you get pregnant I will take responsibility I promise," Jacques said trying to reach for her.

Pulling away from him, Maya feigned exhaustion. "No, it's okay. And I can't have kids. I'm taking the pill."

"Okay then let's keep going,"

"It's fine. I'm just tired," she murmured, her voice a mix of annoyance and defeat. "Let's just get some rest."

Jacques, his chest heaving from exertion, looked at her with confusion as she practically walked away without looking at him, getting dressed as quickly as she possibly could. "What's wrong?" he managed to ask, his voice thick with lust. "Is it something I did?"

Maya sighed, her eyes avoiding his. "Nothing," she said, her voice tinged with a lie. "I'm just not in the mood anymore. Can you stop asking me?! Geez!!"

Jacques, his pride stinging, rolled over onto his back, his cock already shrinking from the sudden rejection. When she saw it, her face turned weirder than ever and she couldn't help but get the urge to gag. But she held herself back, looking out into the darkness outside. That black... it was just like his hair.

"Fine," Jacques grumbled, his voice a blend of frustration and embarrassment. It was just because he had nutted prematurely right? Pssh. What a bitch. Anyway, he had finally managed to fuck. Now she did not need to do anything. he could finally move on. 

Zimo lingered right outside, caught between the decision to leave and the repulsive sight unfolding before him. He hadn't meant to stumble upon the sight, but seriously… Jacques and that woman. Their naked bodies tangled in a grotesque parody of intimacy. The moans were hollow, the movements mechanical, devoid of anything real. And yet there was also something so... funny about the way it ended. and something disgusting about how they were enjoying life after doing everything they did to him.

For a moment, disgust churned in his stomach like bile.

He used to like that woman. Zimo felt like he had good taste. She was really not bad. Actually not bad was a lie. She was stunning. But what was also clear now, after watching that was that she was extremely disappointed in him, and his performance. She had had a sour face for a long time during the entire ordeal. And this idiot Jacques didn't even notice it.

Jacques' pitiful frame was illuminated in the dim, flickering light. Zimo's lip curled into a smirk. "Tiny," he muttered under his breath, suppressing a dry laugh. "She must find you tiny..."

Of course, it fits. The bastard's inadequacies extended to every part of his being. What a bastard. The universe was a giver, but it also was a taker. And it seemed it had taken much from that bastard. As expected. As it should.

Luckily it had given a lot to Zimo. He had no worries about the thing in his pants. And neither did he have any worries about his ability to use it. Not that he would ever use it on Maya, no matter how pretty she was. She was crazy, and she was never going to be anything or anyone he too seriously.

Shaking his head, Zimo turned away. Now that they were done, it would not take long for her to find her way back to the Beasts that they had sent away to have their little sexy time moment. This naked scene of disgust wasn't worth his time.

He had bigger things to worry about… things with claws, fangs, and the promise of bloodshed.

The beasts were out in the shadows of the outside of the Buildings, standing and guarding everything. Zimo was watching them now, with Kivu, who stood by his side, her body tense, her silence a language all its own. Her green eyes flickered toward him, a slight tilt of her head conveying readiness. She radiated raw power, her dark hair catching the faint light. And there was this excitement about her. She was ready to rip them apart.

Zimo nodded. "We have to move fast," he said. His voice was steady, but his pulse quickened. Somewhere out there, Phoebe was lurking. And he was going to make sure to destroy her. They couldn't afford hesitation, not with Maya, her bonded master, nearby.

After all, since ZImo could get images of Kiv's circumstances, then did that not mean that she too could receive information? Although he had surmised that was all due to the Resonance between them, he was still convinced that it was happening. I Maya got news of their attack, she might be able to come over and affect the situation.

Phoebe's guttural growl echoed, low and threatening. It seemed she had sensed something. Damn it, what level was she? ZImo was still too far away to use [Beast Eye] though. Kivu stiffened, her gaze darting toward the shadows. Zimo mirrored her unease. If Phoebe had sensed them, Maya wouldn't be far behind. 

"Let's go," Zimo murmured, his hand tightening around the knife he'd scavenged. It was small, barely more than a shiv, but it would have to do. This was going to be his weapon. He would use it to land blows in the most critical places.

The funny thing about Zimo's situation was that it had only been an hour since he got back his legs. He was a cripple a few hours before. And now there he was, running around like some man with a massive Beast in his surroundings. And he was heading into Battel now, looking to destroy another Beast on the other side.

That was way too funny to him. ZImo turned to Kivu, only to see her grinning.

Kivu's grin was faint but chilling, her sharp teeth glinting in the faint light. She dropped into a crouch, her muscles coiling like a predator ready to strike. She seemed... hungry?

Okay, partner... let's go.

Together, they moved, slipping deeper into the gloom. It was dark everywhere at that moment, and these kinds of situations were perfect for her type of fighting style. To strike from the shadows and overwhelm the world with darkness.