In the dimly lit room, Kiki, a spectral waltz, poured deep garnet wine, each drop a promise of intoxicating secrets. Lenora, her fingers trembling like a frightened bird accepted proffered chalice, the heady aroma of the vintage permeating her senses, tingle on her lipstick.
"Lenora," Kiki's voice slithered through the silence, a sultry whisper in the gloom.
"I've been languishing, anticipation of your artistry gracing my form."
With deliberate slowness held hint of defiance Kiki began to divest herself of her attire. Each garment fell away, exposing the smooth sculpted landscape of her body. Lenora, entranced, watched as the woman transformed into a living canvas.
Kiki's gaze, smoldering embers in the twilight,
remained locked Lenora's face, silent challenge laced unspoken invitation. Lenora felt her breath hitch, her breast pounding rabbit rhythm as she absorbed the tableau before her.
Silently, she picked up her brush, her movements mirroring the trance like state that had claimed her. As she began to capture Kiki's well toned frame on canvas, brush danced across the surface, each stroke made burgeoning desire of anticipation that filled the room.
Kiki, a vision of sensuous elegance, swayed in a dance that held a mesmerizing allure. Lenora, her eyes tracing the rhythmic undulations, found brush faltering in its attempt to capture the woman's beauty.
As Kiki pirouetted, presenting her back to Lenora, diminutive artist glimpsed, pulse into a frenzied staccato. Lenora's brush paused mid stroke, her eyes dilating as a maelstrom of emotions engulfed her, at the sight of moisture.
Over her shoulder, Kiki cast a glance, cryptic smile dancing on her lips. She rotated with a languid grace. Lenora felt her mouth parch, her grip on the brush intensifying as a wave of heat surged through her. This novel sensation ignited a conflagration within her threatening to consume her very being.
The air was heavy with anticipation, a palpable tension that crackled like silk as Kiki's eyes locked onto Lenora's, her violet depths dancing with a reckless abandon. The soft rustle of her clothes, the whisper of her breathing, all combined to weave a sonic tapestry that enthralled Lenora, rendering her breathless and entranced. Her brush hand trembled, the ferrule shaking like a leaf, as Kiki's proximity proved the catalyst for a maelstrom of sensation, a cauldron of desire that boiled just beneath the surface.
"Ephemeral spark of fascination," Kiki's husky voice insinuated, her words dripping with a honeyed seduction that wrapped itself around Lenora's very soul, "do you feel the fragile bloom of desire unfurling within you? Let us tend it, tease it, and watch it unfold like a rose in bloom."
As Kiki's fingers grazed the petal-soft skin of Lenora's wrist, a shiver coursed through her, electrifying the very marrow of her bones. The world around them - the studio, the easel, even the brush still poised in Lenora's quivering hand - all receded into the shadows, leaving only the insistent thrum of Kiki's presence, a pulsing heartbeat that synchronized itself with Lenora's own pulse. In this fleeting moment, all that mattered was the unfolding dance of their mutual fascination, the whispered promise of a desire yet to be explored.
Kiki's hands were on her, fingers tangling in Lenora's hair, she pulled the smaller woman against her. Lenora gasped, her senses overwhelmed, intoxicating scent of Kiki's skin. Kiki's lips crashed against Lenora's, her kiss demanding, possessive. Lenora melted into the embrace. Kiki's touch was aggressive, her movements Lenora had never experienced before. Rough hands roamed her body, kneading and caressing, with a bruising intensity that bordered on pain. Lenora's breath came in ragged gasps.
As Kiki's lips ravished hers, Lenora's world disintegrated into a sea of sensation, her very essence surrendering to the tempest of desire that Kiki unleashed. The brush fell from her hand, forgotten, as she allowed herself to be consumed by the raw, visceral passion that coursed through her veins like liquid fire. Every nerve ending tingled, every cell screaming in delight as Kiki's fingers danced across her skin, leaving a trail of fiery sparks in their wake.
"Your skin is porcelain, snooth, and yet, it thrills beneath my touch," Kiki's ragged breath whispered against Lenora's ear, her words dripping with a husky urgency that left Lenora's pulse racing. "Crave the intensity, Lenora, let me burn you, let me shatter every expectation, every inhibition." Her hands, those ruthless, rough hands, kneaded and stroked, erasing boundaries, and shattering the timid little creatures that had held Lenora back from true pleasure.
As Kiki's kisses deepened, Lenora's rational thought careened wildly, abandoning all pretensions of sanity, her heart careening into a reckless, frothing abandon. It was as if the very gates of her soul had been flung wide, unleashing a torrent of unbridled longing, a cacophony of pleasure and exploration that defied all precedence, all decorum, and all restraint.
With a whispered plea, Lenora's hands grasped Kiki's shoulders, her fingers digging deep, holding fast as a storm of sensations swirled, tossing her this way and that, until she was nothing more than a yielding, groaning, pleading wreckage, at the mercy of Kiki's tempestuous passion.
With a deft flick of her wrist, Kiki divested Lenora of her clothing, leaving her trembling, and exposed, before the taller woman's hungry gaze. Lenora felt a surge of vulnerability, but it was quickly overshadowed. Kiki's fingers traced edges of Lenora's intimates, eliciting a strangled moan, from the smaller woman's lips. Lenora's hips bucked involuntarily, her body, craving release, that Kiki's touch promised.
Without preamble, Kiki sank to her knees, her lips parting, Lenora cried out, her body arching in ecstasy, as Kiki's warm breath danced across the sensitive skin of her pelvic area. The fingers that had been playing with the edges of her clothes now delved deeper, their teeth-silk touch sending shivers coursing through Lenora's entire frame. The air was heavy with anticipation, every whisper of a sound, every tremble of her muscles, seemed to reverberate through her very being, as Kiki's eyes locked onto hers, their piercing gaze holding her captive, transfixed.
As the first tentative licks ran smooth and wet along the divided cleft, Lenora's world unraveled, her thoughts dissolving into a froth of sensation. She had never known such a pleasurable, agonizing, yet sublime torture. Every cell in her body seemed to be speaking to Kiki, urging her on, yearning for more. Lenora's gaze fell into Kiki's, drinking in the husky, bedroom-weight tone, even the dots that swam in the bedazzling air sparkling off the tantalizing scenarios that only Kiki's flaming lips and imploring glances commanded from such unknown states to indescribable derelictions –every whisper of a sound, every tremble of her muscles, seemed to reverberate through her very being, as Kiki's eyes locked onto hers, their piercing gaze holding her captive, transfixed. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two women, lost in a sea of sensation, as Kiki's tongue teased and tantalized, leaving Lenora gasping for breath.
With each passing moment, Lenora's control slipped further, her inhibitions shattered, her body surrendering to the primal, hedonistic pleasure that Kiki unleashed. She was a shipwrecked sailor, torn from the safety of her moorings, drifting on the waves of Kiki's passion, helpless to resist the tide.
The intensity of the sensations, was unlike anything, Lenora had ever experienced before. Kiki's touch was rough, demanding, and she liked it. As Kiki's tongue grew more aggressive, Lenora felt herself teetering, on the edge of ecstasy. She begged, her voice a desperate whimper, pleading for release.
But Kiki was relentless, her movements fueled by a desire to dominate, to push Lenora, to the very limits of her endurance when the inevitable climax finally came, was with a force that left Lenoragasping, her body convulsing in a riot of pent-up pleasure. The world around her imploded, her senses dissolving into a kaleidoscope of colors, sounds, and sensations that defied comprehension. It was as if every nerve ending, every cell, and every whisper of her being had been simultaneously ignited, leaving her a smoldering, quivering ruin.
In the aftermath, as Lenora lay spent and trembling, she felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over her. Exhilaration, yes, but also a deep sense of guilt and confusion. Her gaze moved to thank her confidant, and what lay between her thighs was a creature of horror, jagged maw and shark teeth had devoured her and tore flesh from bone. Kiki’s eye now red and skin rictus, a remnant zombified grotesque creature still tearing away her lips from her folds.
She shrieked but Kiki stood shoveling the soft, pulpy flesh back in, as if salvaging it from a catastrophic accident. Lenora's mind recoiled from the abyssal depths of Kiki's enthrallingly moronic beauty, how couldn't she ever truly comprehend the unfathomable, eerie hellish hell insight of Kiki's opaque, murmurous conversion mind answering feminine matters devastatingly — weren't her legs freighted across the profound ripped far with trench arteries poking this… scream
Lenora, frozen in a tableau of terror, as the unspeakable realization dawned on her: she had crossed a threshold, entered a realm where the laws of reality no longer applied, and Kiki was the monster of this forsaken domain.
Kiki straddled her and started to choke her as her gangrene flesh, ripped, pour, and spread crimson between the two’s bodies, tears streaming from Lenora’s eyes in rivers as she peered into the monstrosity dominating her, Kiki returned the gaze with a horrifying snarling grin, pus pouring out her cracked blackened gum velvet lips, a lime green spew oozing crom cracks in her visage. Her eyeball unhitched and dangled, bobbling off her face as if she was unaware of it.
Kiki with a voice of gravel as she wrapped her hands around Lenora’s throat, squeezing, sending Lenora into a flail, “You don’t like that baby, I do, I love it,” her second hand slid along the welted levees on her face as Lenora fought to break free. Kiki hips sped up in undulation, she drank in Lenora’s pain, then releases a moan from the bowels of hell itself. Lenora’s veins permeated across her reddened face - mouth trying to bite at the air - eyes bloodshot and begging to get some inside her lungs.
Then with horrific laughter Kiki stopped moving her hips, her own climax complete, she stopped Lenora’s asphyxiation, and started scanning Lenora’s face as she frantically caught her breath. Kiki leaned in, Lenora completely in shock, struggled to do anything, anything to make this stop.
Kiki peck kissed and sunk her teeth into Lenora’s flesh on her cheekbone and slowly pulled back, the sound of Lenora’s wails and tearing tendon consumed the room bouncing out into the hall, and through the front door, casting a sound wave across the pale moonlit night, Lenora’s wails echoing through the isolated forest that surrounds the small cabin.
Kiki pulled a kris knife and slit Lenora’s throat, as she choked, Kiki covered her mouth and nose spewing her lifeblood unto her, basking in the iron red hue, rubbing her flowing essence all over her own undead body. She let out a cackle licking the blade, as Lenora’s cadaver bubbled, waxened, began oozing and liquifying, slithering around Kiki’s frame like eels. Covering her skin, then sunk in as if absorbed, Kiki revitalized and fully recovered to beautiful. She lets out a husky giggle and coo, transformation complete.
"Thank you for painting me so beautiful, little sparrow."
