Again, that woman topped the charts in terms of madness and mayhem. While Silver was oddly aroused by that, the answer to the unicorn question still plagued her mind. Shame as it was, she couldn't quite put a finger on it. But at least, a place to put a finger in just appeared on her front.
"You are one sick lady. I normally don't bend this way, but.."
Silver replied to the offering in front of her, with a grin in her lips. With a furious slap to Loyola's behind, Silver grabbed her neck, with strength, showing her who was the woman on top, and who was the food on the menu.
"Does Valdez knows you are like this?"
The name rolled off her lips, like a blade to the gut. Just like Silver aimed it to be. If nothing, always keep track of your foes and of your friends. Those in between, look harder still, because there are no unicorns alive or dead. She slid a finger up where the sun doesn't shine, eliciting a small yelp from Loyola's mouth that Silver promptly silenced with her hand.
"Darlin', t'is simple. I'm paid to kill. I'm paid to hurt. And girl, you already hurtin'."
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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
Infantile redhead girl. Bad humor. Omega-55. Images of bars and alcohol. Coronado. Omicron Delta. IMG, Colonial Remnant. Hate. Malta. Tau-23. Legion. Malta-Malta-Matla, Malta is away.
"Valdez."
"Connecticut" training simulator. Ezio Aquila, early turns and Wyrms. Defeat, defeat, She've lost again. Her mother and marriage. Gallia. Where is she? The dark room and ties.
"Valdez."
Enma is just staring at Silver, then slowly shaking her head. She starts speaking again. "Si, Valdez de Loyola. My wife." Tone of her voice sounds like she is not so sure of that statement. Following sounds a little bit more convincing. "Si, she knows me, she should know."
En is slowly moving closer, gentle kiss is falling on Silver's neck. "I accept your conditions." She's smiling and moving up to Reaver's ear. Slightly biting Silver's earlobe, En is whispering. "But not until he is here." Her finger's pointing at garbage compactor. Slowly cooling ass is still there, Enma can feel it as if it was touching her skin.
An image came to Silver's mind, as Loyola slithered her way around her, kissing her neck and biting her earlobe. Tentacles wriggling her around, creeping slowly into her mind. And the image became stronger. Very strong. Loyola was now in the Danger Zone. Hell. The Danger Zone had Loyola's name on it.
Click me
Pulling her hair back, not with that much force, Silver looked at Loyola with a grin, and licked her cheek, catching a tear that Enma didn't even knew it was there. The salty taste, so common, so good. It tasted like despair and shame.
"So much pain girl. So much.. Hmm."
Silver released Loyola's hair and moved to the garbage compactor. Calling upon the holo-pad she typed the command word to start its work and dispose of whatever was inside. Loyola looked at her fingers writing letter by letter the command.
H.
A.
I.
L.
M.
E.
P.
H.
Loyola couldn't figure it out. Much like unicorns. But there she was, the devil working. And it sounded like the compactor began its job, crushing that ass. Silver sighed as she shook her head.
"Such a waste, girl. But then again.."
She turned at Loyola and grabbed her by her behind. She bit Loyola's neck, playfully. Rising ever so slightly, her breath tickled, it was exciting and deadly. The teeth of a death dealer around her neck. And Valdez in her mind.
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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
Grabbing her by the hair twice is too much. You can do that once and hold for long, but twice is not in Enma's taste. Other than that... the guy is gone and now they are alone. They need to get out of this place, it is very comfortable, but comfort is becoming a problem.
Biting a neck huh? That's good, that's keep it on. But they are in wrong place, it would be better to move somewhere.
Silver's breath on her skin, not as warm as she would expect. Hm, this place feels somehow wrong, maybe they could move to Omegas.
En is whispering, closing her eyes, being somewhat pleased.
"Glanz und Reichtum goldener Paläste... Werden für uns Freiheit nie ersetzen."
And then, her eyes are open and expressing something like they should go.
Silver raised an eyebrow when gibberish was being spoken to her. Not that it was gibberish. One particular point in Silver that not many people knew is that her mother was Rheinlander, in fact. Not that it mattered. Philosophy wasn't her beach, not even her filled up bathtub. Now, pain, sorrow, despair and death? Now those didn't needed to be golden. Or polished. Or to actually mean freedom. Her freedom was something that many could not achieve in their minds.
Her freedom only needed a word to be. And that word was Kill.
"Liebling, ich brauche keine Freiheit. Alles was ich brauche ist töten."
She replied, with a smirk in her lips. Those luscious lips, that awaited despair once again. Her hand caressed Enma's hair, like a mother arranging the unkempt hair of her child. Finally ending that particular work, Silver's hand slid down to Enma's neck, and pulled Enma's face to her own, stopping a mere inch before contact.
"You want out, darlin', you need a new contract. 'Cause mine ends the moment you step through that door."
The Reaver talked. And the Reaver waited. And when an answer was presented, the Reaver would reave.
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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
And this moment she thought about Valdez again. Thought with a bit of sadness. Now Enma thinks that she probably does something that isn't right. Is it good to cheat on such a naive girl as Eliza?.. Well, it is good, she concluded, since Eliza right now is probably banging some Bretonians. Bretonians that she loves so much.
And in fact, she is in trap. If she would try to walk away right now, she would be gunned down right here. Silver is likely the one that doesn't like to be denied. That would be a way too high of a risk to take. Besides, she's kinda hot. En loves redheads, that's why Eliza in the first place.
"Komm, Süsser Tod."
She's only whispering, before moving her lips closer.
Her finger stopped Enma's lips. And Silver laughed. Oh, how she laughed. Was is it fate or mere coincidence that Enma said that? The very thing her mother called her? Oh dear. Point of breakage. Oh sweet hell in Houston. Oh sweet hell in Jiangxi. Oh sweet hell of deliverance.
"Now now squidface. I didn't said you could read my mind."
Her finger turned into a hand that turned into a slap. Silver's grin was devilish. Like a gate was opened and the devils came out pouring, filled with hunger and rage. Ready to maul, to rip and to tear. Silver style.
"For that yearnin', love, you made me mad. You made dear ol' Kall mad. And a mad Kall is a fun girl."
Enma massaged her abused cheek, and Silver walked towards the door, grabbing the blood red leathery bag. Her hand went within, the sickly noise of something eerie being grabbed. A head appeared, a man, with its eyes bulged and a hole in the middle of the eyebrows. Silver whistled while she placed it on the floor, right at the entrance. Mushing sounds, the remains touching the floor and releasing a little more blood. She tapped it, making sure it could stay upright and looked at Enma, throwing the bag towards her, heads being released from its prison, veering of course and missing Enma by mere inches, hitting the floor finally behind her, making noises that could come from the innards of a Libertonian after too many ales.
"One head for your penalty. Two more and I might make take another today for the poker hand, squidface. How does that feel?"
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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
Silver laughed again. A fake laugh. One that could send down shivers to the spine of ordinary men and put on alert uncommon ones. Pulling a cigarette from her pack, she lit it up and enjoyed the sweet silence that came with it. Only her breathing. Only her mind. And finally, after taking one deep breath she looked at Enma again.
"There she is, out of the orange filled trap. That addled mind of yours can't really show up on its own can't it?"
Silver slowly walked towards Enma and breathed in the cigarette, leaving a smokey trail on her behind.
"And as for all the worlds you know, squidface, you haven't met mine. Death, despair and sorrow. All the three top elements in the Silver's food pyramid. The right things to make ya strong. To make ya walk without doubt. To make ya.. well.. You. And if I gotta slap that pretty little face of yours again, I will. Behave, you get a shinny present. Don't, I get a shinny one from you."
She stopped in front of Enma, and exhaled the smoke to her face.
"Either way, bub.. I get to see somethin' shinny. Maybe after you, I'll get to squirm Valdez. I bet she screams nicely. I bet she.. moans really well."
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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
Death, despair and sorrow? God, Enma would expect to hear that from Gothic Lolita Character of Kusarian Animation Studios. It does look sexually and all, but Holy Spirits... But most importantly, she got a gun. Her life sucks recently, but having her brains replaced to the nearest wall suck even more.
Wait... a gun, that's the idea. Gun is her weakest place. Probably have some Tal Ravis level of fetish. Long and powerful, a phallic symbols. Most likely they have them and dreams and all. Now Enma hates herself for figuring it out just now, after living with Silver for all this time.
Not saying anything, Enma would come close and kneel. Slightly licking Reaver's holster, Enma would look up at Silver's eyes. It is dumb in fact, but she have to show something sexual in her eyes... otherwise.