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Title: Dem bloody bones
Fandom: X-Men
Pairing: Marrow/Shadowcat - Marrow!solo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Marrow thinks about Pretty Kitty when she's alone in the dark
Warnings: Masturbation, femslash
Pretty Kitty, got things all mixed up.
Marrow stared at the ceiling of her room, the only one she’d felt comfortable in. Down in the basement. Away from all the pretties and their lying eyes. Lying mouths. Fucking wind rider, pretending to be the Bright Lady above like she was some sort of savior. But she’d left the Morlocks to rot, like everybody always did. Liar, liar. They were more like the humans then they wanted to realize, these X-Men.
Pretty, pretty Kitty. With her normal face and her brown hair. Sweet, and innocent looking.
She grinned wickedly into the darkness, feeling a pulse of warmth run through her belly and down to her cunt. Oh yeah. Pretty Kitty with her curves and her body, not much hips but a whole lot of tits. Licking her fingers shiny wet, she trailed them down the center of her body, skimming across bone and blood. Sweet pretty Kitty. Other hand played with her nipple, bringing it to hardness and rolling it between bone claw and soft side of her finger. Little spark of pain there. Felt good, outside the normal dull ache of the bones growing, all the time growing and her holding most of them back.
Spread her knees as she slid the wet fingers down, already breathing a little heavy as she stared into the dark. Pretty Kitty, with her soft voice and softer hands. Yeah. Would she shrink away, this pretty little girl? From the bloody oblivion Marrow could offer? Sure she would. But...in the dark, people did a lot of things they wouldn’t admit to in sunlight. She’d taste like sugar, sweet and heavy. Candy mouth and soft pink tongue, she wouldn’t bite. Maybe Marrow would, just to hear her squeak and feel her pull away. Maybe she’d like it.
Rubbed the heel of her hand against the bit that needed it the most, twisting her hips a little and getting into the whole rhythm and motion of it. Cut herself on a piece of bone that had spiked next to her pubis and grunted, closing her eyes for a moment as she threw her head back against the pillow. Visualized Kitty laying down beside her, warm weight and innocent smell.
Soft sunkissed skin, and big big eyes. So wide and innocent, even with all she’d seen. Wouldn’t even have a clue to know what to do. Marrow’d have to show her, teach her, pull her along the garden path down to hell. Take her on a real wild ride. Oh yeah, pretty Kitty. She’d kiss that plush mouth and scratch her up a little with the bones, bite her neck and leave a mark. Want everyone to see what she’d done. All those sanctimonious pricks and bitches up there. Let them know that pretty Kitty had taken a monster to her bed...and enjoyed it.
Moved her fingers faster, bucking against her hand as she felt her breath coming faster. Heavier. Wet without the spit on her fingers now, and Marrow bit her lip hard. A trickle of blood ran down her chin as she tossed her head from side to side on the pillow, hips moving almost involuntarily. Down and up and back again, grinding up against her hand and back against the torn mattress.
Could she lick cunt, that prissy little pretty bitch? Probably not. Marrow could show her how it was done, make her do it. Mouth’d be warm and wet, all hesitation and vulnerability. Flickering little pink tongue, dainty and somehow revolted. Maybe she’d only do it if they sixty-nine’d. Maybe she’d stop after the first lick and complain, until Marrow made her put her mouth back to it. Fuck. Little whore. She’d like to see her crawl on her hands and knees, kiss the scars and lick the bones.
Soft moan reverberated around the almost empty room, as Marrow arched her back, claws digging into the side of her breast. Heel of her hand hard against her clit, and fingers sliding inside her wetness. Feet flat against the bed now, knees open wide and hips tilted up.
She’d - oh - she’d let Kitty lie there and detail all the places where the bones had left scars with fingers and tongue. Touch them and taste them. Grab her by that stupid pretty mop of brown, brown hair and ravage her mouth with her teeth and tongue. Eat her out, little heels drumming against her shoulder blades if the pretty Kitty was up for that amount of risk. Gasps and moans, whimpering and soft little begging noises. She’d never realize it could feel like that, with a girl. Even a monster girl like Marrow.
Bones and blood, baby. They were stronger then people realized.
Pretty Kitty with her unscarred skin and soft body.
Ah - and that rack, almost bursting out of her uniform sometimes. Bigger then she’d have thought on a girl that size. Maybe it was being well fed that did it. Soft, soft little girl. She wanted - oh yeah - she wanted to bury her teeth in the curve of her stomach, bite down and lap at the blood while she listened to pretty Kitty scream. She’d make it good - so good for her. Little bit of pain to a whole lot of pleasure. She was used to doing things in the dark. That could only make it better.
Maybe in candlelight, flickering. So she could watch Kitty watch her, eyes running over the bones and the muscle and the scars. Watch her face. Kiss her, taste that candy mouth and drink up all that purity. Taste her sweetness, oh baby, baby. Fuck. Leave a little nick, make a little scar. Somewhere that she could look and think that was her mark, hers on that soft, soft skin. Somewhere visible. Somewhere everyone would see it, but nobody but her and the pretty Kitty would know what it meant. Little white edged scar. Oh yeah.
Blush, she’d blush and quiver. Hnn. Innocent baby girl, all lost and alone with the monster waiting to eat her. Spread her legs and taste that honey. Eat her all up. Make her grab at the hair and the horns as Marrow lay between her legs, squirm and be a little afraid she was going to cut herself up on the spikes from her shoulders. Spice to the mix. Pantings and moanings and oh oh oh sounds. Sounds that said gimme, gimme more. She’d drag them out of pretty Kitty’s mouth, make her - oh fuck yes - make her sound like that. Wanton and wanting.
Heavy and hot feeling running through her body as she slid her fingers in and out of clutching wetness, back arching as she left her shoulders and feet on the bed but not much else. Kitty’s smile dancing behind her closed eyelids. Licked her lips like she could taste Kitty’s mouth on them, swallow her kiss, taste what lay between her legs, heavy salt and wet musk. Lap at her pussy and swivel her tongue inside, rasp it over the girl’s clit and make her babble nonsense and prayers to her God. It’d be - fuck - it’d be so good.
Wide eyes -
Wet -
Pink candy mouthed kisses -
Brown curls at the apex of white thighs -
Soft heavy tits -
Slammed her palm over her mouth as she came, pressing up into her other hand and grinding the heel of it against her clit. The throbbing feeling that had been spiraling around her cunt and guts burst apart and kept flowing as she rotated the heel of her hand, pressing it down and drawing out the good feelings. Hips kept moving, rocking into the hardness of her hand as she keened in a muffled wail against the bite she’d taken into her own flesh. Aftershocks rippling their way across her skin as she slumped back against the mattress, smelling sex heavy on the air and wondering if the old man came down, if he’d smell it too. And wonder who she’d been thinking of while she played with herself.
He’d never guess it in a million years.
Marrow licked salt wet off her fingers, tasting herself, and stared into the dark. After all, this was all she got. Monsters didn’t get to have the pretty girl; heroes did. She wasn’t a hero, just a monster. This was what she got. Alone in the dark with nobody but herself.
Fandom: X-Men
Pairing: Marrow/Shadowcat - Marrow!solo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Marrow thinks about Pretty Kitty when she's alone in the dark
Warnings: Masturbation, femslash
Pretty Kitty, got things all mixed up.
Marrow stared at the ceiling of her room, the only one she’d felt comfortable in. Down in the basement. Away from all the pretties and their lying eyes. Lying mouths. Fucking wind rider, pretending to be the Bright Lady above like she was some sort of savior. But she’d left the Morlocks to rot, like everybody always did. Liar, liar. They were more like the humans then they wanted to realize, these X-Men.
Pretty, pretty Kitty. With her normal face and her brown hair. Sweet, and innocent looking.
She grinned wickedly into the darkness, feeling a pulse of warmth run through her belly and down to her cunt. Oh yeah. Pretty Kitty with her curves and her body, not much hips but a whole lot of tits. Licking her fingers shiny wet, she trailed them down the center of her body, skimming across bone and blood. Sweet pretty Kitty. Other hand played with her nipple, bringing it to hardness and rolling it between bone claw and soft side of her finger. Little spark of pain there. Felt good, outside the normal dull ache of the bones growing, all the time growing and her holding most of them back.
Spread her knees as she slid the wet fingers down, already breathing a little heavy as she stared into the dark. Pretty Kitty, with her soft voice and softer hands. Yeah. Would she shrink away, this pretty little girl? From the bloody oblivion Marrow could offer? Sure she would. But...in the dark, people did a lot of things they wouldn’t admit to in sunlight. She’d taste like sugar, sweet and heavy. Candy mouth and soft pink tongue, she wouldn’t bite. Maybe Marrow would, just to hear her squeak and feel her pull away. Maybe she’d like it.
Rubbed the heel of her hand against the bit that needed it the most, twisting her hips a little and getting into the whole rhythm and motion of it. Cut herself on a piece of bone that had spiked next to her pubis and grunted, closing her eyes for a moment as she threw her head back against the pillow. Visualized Kitty laying down beside her, warm weight and innocent smell.
Soft sunkissed skin, and big big eyes. So wide and innocent, even with all she’d seen. Wouldn’t even have a clue to know what to do. Marrow’d have to show her, teach her, pull her along the garden path down to hell. Take her on a real wild ride. Oh yeah, pretty Kitty. She’d kiss that plush mouth and scratch her up a little with the bones, bite her neck and leave a mark. Want everyone to see what she’d done. All those sanctimonious pricks and bitches up there. Let them know that pretty Kitty had taken a monster to her bed...and enjoyed it.
Moved her fingers faster, bucking against her hand as she felt her breath coming faster. Heavier. Wet without the spit on her fingers now, and Marrow bit her lip hard. A trickle of blood ran down her chin as she tossed her head from side to side on the pillow, hips moving almost involuntarily. Down and up and back again, grinding up against her hand and back against the torn mattress.
Could she lick cunt, that prissy little pretty bitch? Probably not. Marrow could show her how it was done, make her do it. Mouth’d be warm and wet, all hesitation and vulnerability. Flickering little pink tongue, dainty and somehow revolted. Maybe she’d only do it if they sixty-nine’d. Maybe she’d stop after the first lick and complain, until Marrow made her put her mouth back to it. Fuck. Little whore. She’d like to see her crawl on her hands and knees, kiss the scars and lick the bones.
Soft moan reverberated around the almost empty room, as Marrow arched her back, claws digging into the side of her breast. Heel of her hand hard against her clit, and fingers sliding inside her wetness. Feet flat against the bed now, knees open wide and hips tilted up.
She’d - oh - she’d let Kitty lie there and detail all the places where the bones had left scars with fingers and tongue. Touch them and taste them. Grab her by that stupid pretty mop of brown, brown hair and ravage her mouth with her teeth and tongue. Eat her out, little heels drumming against her shoulder blades if the pretty Kitty was up for that amount of risk. Gasps and moans, whimpering and soft little begging noises. She’d never realize it could feel like that, with a girl. Even a monster girl like Marrow.
Bones and blood, baby. They were stronger then people realized.
Pretty Kitty with her unscarred skin and soft body.
Ah - and that rack, almost bursting out of her uniform sometimes. Bigger then she’d have thought on a girl that size. Maybe it was being well fed that did it. Soft, soft little girl. She wanted - oh yeah - she wanted to bury her teeth in the curve of her stomach, bite down and lap at the blood while she listened to pretty Kitty scream. She’d make it good - so good for her. Little bit of pain to a whole lot of pleasure. She was used to doing things in the dark. That could only make it better.
Maybe in candlelight, flickering. So she could watch Kitty watch her, eyes running over the bones and the muscle and the scars. Watch her face. Kiss her, taste that candy mouth and drink up all that purity. Taste her sweetness, oh baby, baby. Fuck. Leave a little nick, make a little scar. Somewhere that she could look and think that was her mark, hers on that soft, soft skin. Somewhere visible. Somewhere everyone would see it, but nobody but her and the pretty Kitty would know what it meant. Little white edged scar. Oh yeah.
Blush, she’d blush and quiver. Hnn. Innocent baby girl, all lost and alone with the monster waiting to eat her. Spread her legs and taste that honey. Eat her all up. Make her grab at the hair and the horns as Marrow lay between her legs, squirm and be a little afraid she was going to cut herself up on the spikes from her shoulders. Spice to the mix. Pantings and moanings and oh oh oh sounds. Sounds that said gimme, gimme more. She’d drag them out of pretty Kitty’s mouth, make her - oh fuck yes - make her sound like that. Wanton and wanting.
Heavy and hot feeling running through her body as she slid her fingers in and out of clutching wetness, back arching as she left her shoulders and feet on the bed but not much else. Kitty’s smile dancing behind her closed eyelids. Licked her lips like she could taste Kitty’s mouth on them, swallow her kiss, taste what lay between her legs, heavy salt and wet musk. Lap at her pussy and swivel her tongue inside, rasp it over the girl’s clit and make her babble nonsense and prayers to her God. It’d be - fuck - it’d be so good.
Wide eyes -
Wet -
Pink candy mouthed kisses -
Brown curls at the apex of white thighs -
Soft heavy tits -
Slammed her palm over her mouth as she came, pressing up into her other hand and grinding the heel of it against her clit. The throbbing feeling that had been spiraling around her cunt and guts burst apart and kept flowing as she rotated the heel of her hand, pressing it down and drawing out the good feelings. Hips kept moving, rocking into the hardness of her hand as she keened in a muffled wail against the bite she’d taken into her own flesh. Aftershocks rippling their way across her skin as she slumped back against the mattress, smelling sex heavy on the air and wondering if the old man came down, if he’d smell it too. And wonder who she’d been thinking of while she played with herself.
He’d never guess it in a million years.
Marrow licked salt wet off her fingers, tasting herself, and stared into the dark. After all, this was all she got. Monsters didn’t get to have the pretty girl; heroes did. She wasn’t a hero, just a monster. This was what she got. Alone in the dark with nobody but herself.