Soul Mates

Day Three

::Wednesday, Twelve O' One AM::
She couldn't help herself. Her tiredness from the previous day couldn't cap this feeling she had. She just had to go deeper... just a little...

“Mmmm.... Yes! Yes, oh yes!” Talim moaned softly as Tira's fingers pushed into her wet pussy. She was so tight... so fresh. Tira had never felt another woman before, not even herself. Her days as an assassin had cost her what little precious time she may have had to herself, and her time as a servant of Soul Edge had drained any human emotion from her body. This feeling she had went well beyond the confining boundaries of 'good'. Curled next to her was the only person she had any feelings for, the one person who had any feeling for her. Finally, something she could call her own. A lover. “Tira...” Talim moaned between her barking cries of pleasure. Tira acknowledged with a soft kiss and a 'yes, dearest?' Talim took in both sensations as one before continuing. “Can I... taste you?” She asked abashedly. Tira smiled.

“Of course. You never have to ask.” Was her response. Smiling slightly, Talim's head disappeared under the covers. Tira felt Talim spread her legs gently and put her head between them. She rocked her head back and forth with her tongue out, licking Tira's vagina slowly. “Mmmm...” She chuckled. “Oh, you're such a tease.” The green-haired Tira threw the covers off her and grabbed Talim's head in her hands, running her fingers through her auburn hair. She then felt something else. In addition to Talim's tongue, two of her fingers were also inserted as well. “A kinky, dirty little tease...” She continued, feeling Talim finger her gently, an encore appearance being made by her tongue. Soon, almost as if she grew weary of licking her pussy, Talim slowly licked and kissed her way up Tira's pelvis, stomach and chest until she came to her face.

“Hello, Beautiful...” She smiled, planting two or three kisses on her lips, cheek and neck. Tira smiled, interlaced her fingers behind her lover's head and kissed her, their tongues meeting halfway and entwining themselves in an intricate, exotic dance, one which could only be described as heavenly. Their eyes were closed. True beauty needs not the eyes to behold. They eyes betray, they lie. However, the other four Guardians, touch, taste, smell and hearing can tell the body all it needs to know. Tira didn't need her eyes. She didn't need to see Talim's beauty. That, she already knew existed. Tonight was dedicated to feeling her skin, tasting her lips, breathe in her soft, velvet perfume, and hear her soft breath as she lay on top of her... a truly amazing feeling once all four came together.

Talim had one leg wrapped around Tira's and the other placed rather skillfully Tira's back as a sort of brace. She was laying breast-on-breast with her lover, pressed sensually together in a position deemed to risque for even the Karma Sutra. Tira felt Talim's hand migrate south once more and enter her wet, pulsing pussy. She loved it, the feeling of her lover inside her, feeling her touch the walls of her pussy and rub, spilling her love juices on to the mattress. She soon pulled her fingers out and drew them to her lips.

“Deliciously salty, yet satisfying...” She muttered as she pulled her fingers slowly out of her mouth. She went back down for more, pulling the same two fingers in and out of Tira's vagina. More of her juice collected on her fingers. “Want to try? You taste delicious.” Tira took hold of Talim's fingers and licked up her palm and fingers, tasting her own cum along the way. Salty, yet savory. Maybe it was the heat of the moment which made her taste something different then what she normally would, but whatever it was, she never wanted it to go away.

Tira wormed her hands under her partner's breasts and took hold of them, one in each hand. Massaging them gently, she watched as her nipples rose and froze, standing upright.

“These are just begging to be treated... aren't they?” Tira cooed, dragging her tongue slowly and lightly over her lover's left nipple, her saliva causing it to react, getting even harder. Talim's eyes shut tight, trying to keep from screaming in enjoyment. She covered her mouth with one hand and called softly, her hand muffling the noise.

“Oh my god...” She whispered, a feeling of dirty pleasure surging up her spine, striking her brain hard, then running back down, striking at every one of her extremities. Her arms shivered in glee, as her eyelashes shook. She couldn't tell how much longer she could hold everything in.

Tira, meanwhile, had moved one of her hands back to her pussy, and began rubbing the outside, her fingers slopped in Talim's wet pussy juices. It was almost too much for one woman to bear. Getting 'assaulted' from two fronts... She couldn't see herself taking all of this and giving none back, but she didn't want Tira to stop, she had to keep going.

“Please...” The brown-haired woman muttered into her lover's ear. “I... I want you inside me again... Just once more...” Tira, all to happy to oblige, sunk her fingers in, pushing all the way up to her knuckles. Once she was in, she spread her two fingers apart and moved them about, feeling the inside of Talim's vagina. “Oooh...” Talim moaned, biting her lower lip against the sensation. “Yes!” She breathed, soaking in the joy and love Tira poured into her.

Tira, on the other hand, was doing a whole different definition of soaking, with a whole different type of joy and love, which was doing its own variety of pouring. Tira's bedsheets were now, officially, saturated, and would be unusable tomorrow night, but Tira never was one to live for the tomorrow. Building for a grand finale, reached up, locked lips with her partner, but continued probing her pussy, hoping for some kind of reaction. One she got.

All the pent up sensations, the melodies of feelings, of pleasure, finally escaped in one long, drawn out scream released from Talim's mouth. Her cum now had no holds. They flowed easily and continuously from her vagina, pouring onto Tira's waist, running down her legs and up her chest. Trying to stop Talim from screaming, Tira once again pulled her head down and kissed her, keeping one hand behind the younger girl's head to stop her from pulling away.

And then, silence. A calm nothing had fallen across the house once more, and the pair of them exhausted, finally managed to drift off into a pleasurable, much deserved rest.

::Wednesday, Seven Forty Three AM::
Tira had, for once in their short stay, woken before everyone else. When the sun rays from the window fell upon her eyelids, they sprung awake nearly instantly. Her eyes bolted back and forth as she tried to adjust her eyes to the bright light. Once everything was done and she could see, her eyes fell on the empty spot next to her bed where Talim once was. Her door was open, as was Talim's across the hall. She saw the girl, stark naked, rummaging through a trunk.

“Talim...” She muttered, looking at her. Before responding, her lover dashed across the hallway clutching something in her hand.

“Good morning, love.” Talim smiled, kissing Tira on her lips. “Sleep well.” She continued, closing both doors. Tira nodded.

“After a bit, yea. You?” She asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Talim smiled.

“Like a baby. Here.” She held her hand out, a green hair band clutched inside. Tira reached her hand out.

“What is it?” She asked, taking it. When it had left Talim's hand, the headband had an added attachment on it, two green cat ears, their color matching her hair.

“I made them for my ex, but he wouldn't wear them. I kinda kept a hold of them to keep his memory alive. But now they're just... useless by themselves. I want you to have them.” She finished, smiling. Tira never was one for making herself look different. She was always the natural person. Never wore make up in her life, never dyed or artificially changed her hair color, either conventionally or magically, but she decided to try them on. She slipped the hard band over her head and adjusted it. The ears just sat perfectly on her head.

“There.” Tira smiled, looking at them in the mirror. “How do I look?” Talim walked up behind her and embraced her. She put her head on Tira's shoulder and smiled.

“I love you.” She breathed, sighing deeply.

“I love you, too, dear.” Tira replied, turning around to kiss her.

::Wednesday Eight O' Clock AM::
“Sweet Jesus...” Seong Mi-Na muttered coming out of her room. “Who in the hell died last night?” She moaned, sitting down at the table.

“Whaddaya mean?” Setsuka asked, stabbing her sausages.

“You didn't hear that loud scream last night? Sounded like someone was getting murdered.” She finished. “Oh, waffles!”

“Or raped.” Tira put her two cents in, trying to act casual. Talim's head just got closer and closer to her plate. “You okay, Talim?” Tira asked. The other girl pulled her head up.

“Yea... yea, I'm good. Rough night. Couldn't sleep.”

“Yea, I know. Neither could I. I had other things on my mind.” Tira gave a sly, subversive grin to Talim, who blushed.

“Some thing's different about you, Tira, but I can't quite put my finger on it...” Taki muttered, staring at Tira's head. “Something is definitely different about you.” Her eyes narrowed. After a while, she went back to her food. “Oh well. It'll hit me later. And now, a Ninja must feast.” She began voraciously devouring her food.

“I think it's the cat ears.” Xianghua chimed in. “They're cute. Where'd you get them?” She asked. Tira froze.

“Guh....” She began, looking at Talim out of the corner of her eye. Something she said. “Ex boyfriend....” She spat out. “Yea, it was my ex, he gave them to me. Said that it was something to remember him by. That's a week before he went off and died on me.”

“Oh...” Xianghua muttered defeated. “I'm sorry...”

“Oh, it's okay. It was a long time ago. I brought them with me, thought I might try them on again.” She grinned. Talim let out a small sigh of relief.

“About yesterday.” Setsuka burst out, turning to Xianghua. “I'm terribly sorry about that.”

“About what...?” Xianghua asked, a nervous curiosity crossing her face.

“Ya know... falling on you like that.” Xianghua perked up and smiled. Tira and Ivy were the only other people who knew exactly what she was referring to.

“Oh, it's okay. Those steps were pretty slippery. Next time, I'll just have you go first!” She grinned, waving the whole thing away.

“Gooooood morning all!” Valeria chimed from her door, a big smile on her lips. Everyone waved and acknowledged in some way. “So... did everyone sleep well?” She continued, clasping her hands together. Everyone nodded, except Tira and Talim, who just rubbed their necks and groaned.

“These two didn't. Thinking too much.” Setsuka pointed to the two younger women.

“Ah, sorry to hear that. You know what I always say?” She asked, sitting next to Tira, who shook her head. “Bed is made for two things. Sleeping, and sex. Not thinking.” Talim about gagged on her milk at the word 'sex'. Valeria acted on the gag reflex, but took its meaning the wrong way. “Oh, sorry. Shouldn't have said that.” She walked over to Talim and covered her ears, then whispered “Virgin Ears”, then uncovered them.

“That would be the only thing left she's got that's a virgin...” Tira thought to herself, finishing her milk and eggs.

“I see you are all here, so I trust no one thought about leaving, hum?” Valeria smiled, crossing her arms.

“Ninja don't think. We just do it.” Taki muttered stuffing a whole waffle in her mouth. Valeria watched her swallow the thing whole and stab another.

“Right...” She muttered, turning to everyone else. “I see four of you went off exploring some last night. Very good. I can almost guarantee you won't have time to find all of this house's... secrets. Some of them are very well hidden. Well, I guess I'll leave you all to your food... and Taki to her inhaling.”

“Ninja don't eat. We feast.” Taki muttered, finishing her food.

“Righteo then. Good bye all.” Valeria finished, walking through the door she entered, the latch clicking and locking once it was closed.

“Right then. Who's up for some exploration after breakfast?” Tira pipped up.

“IN!” Everyone , save for Cassandra, shouted in unison.

“Well, I guess I'll clean up...” Cassandra sighed.

-Twenty Minutes Late-
“Okay, here's the deal. This house is big. If we stick together, we'll never see it all. So, we'll break off into pairs.” Sophitia droned, circling the group. “Only problem is, some of us don't work too well with the other, so we'll all draw names. I have here, everyone's name written on a little piece of paper. We draw. I, uh, took Cassandra's name out since she's not coming along. So that leaves eight. Four teams of two.” She held up a bowl with eight folder slips of parchement in it. She walked to Ivy. The eldest of everyone there pulled one out. Sophitia then went around and gave everyone a slip.

The pairings were like so. Ivy drew Seong Mi-Na, Tira drew Talim, Taki drew Sophitia and Xianghua drew Setsuka.

“Can I switch?” Xianghua asked when she saw who's name was on the parchment. “Pleeeeease?” She begged. “TIRA! Tira, buddy old pal! Be a buddy and switch with me, please.”

“Sorry, Xianghua. No switching allowed.” Sophitia muttered, turning her to face Setsuka.

“But... but... but...” Xianghua studdered, her eyes tearing up. “She's scary!”

“Of course she is. She scares everyone. Just put up with it.” Ivy muttered.

“Right, so now that we're all decided, where's everyone going?” Seong Mi-Na asked, holding her weapon on her shoulders.

“Downstairs.” Setsuka muttered.

“I think we'll go downstairs, too.” Seong Mi-Na chimed in, echoed by a nod from Ivy.

“Right, since downstairs is so big, we'll follow.” Sophitia confirmed. With everyone going downstairs, Tira thought, they could have a chance to be alone. Talim caught Tira's glance, and the pair of them echoed:

“Upstairs!” With their fingers in the air.

::Downstairs; Basement::
“Good god! The basement is huge!” Taki smiled. “I'm a Ninja in heaven. I could do so much damage in a place this big.” Taki's face portrayed a smile that could reflect the rays of the sun. The Ninja heard the door click behind her. It took her a second to react.

“I thought Ninja were supposed to be perceptive...” Sophitia spoke.

“Well, yea. We are. Did you lock the door?” Taki asked, moving to it. “Maybe I can will it open.”

“Why bother willing something to open... when you can have the key?” Sophitia grinned, a sly look about her. She produced the key and began dangling it in front of her.

“Give me the key.” Taki stated, moving towards her. Sophitia had moved the key into the palm of her extended hand. When Taki reached for it, Sophitia drew her hand closed and back. “Too slow.”

“You forget. I'm a Ninja. Toying with me is like toying with death. You're bound to mess up.” She made another attempt at the key, which was thwarted. “Okay, seriously, gimme the key.” Sophitia chuckled at her attempt and popped the silver key in her mouth. “You better damn well NOT swallow that.” The Ninja pointed threatingly at her.

“Wouldn't dream of it.” Sophitia responded. She had tucked the small silver key under her tongue, which didn't inhibit her speech. “Want it?” She asked. Taki sighed, then nodded. “Then come get it.” Taki groaned, and motioned to pry her mouth open. “Not with your hand. You do, and I'll bite them off.” Sophitia responded, grabbing her hand.

“If I can't use my fingers, what in the hell DO I use to get it o-h my god you want me to get it out with my tongue?!” Sophitia didn't respond, just smiled. “Well, if that's the case, we'll rot in here.”

“Oh, come now. Don't do me like that. All you have to do is... fish around for it. You'll find it eventually.” Taki growled loudly and crossed her arms. What was worse? Rotting in a basement, or getting out of said basement, and being forced to kiss another woman for the key? She just couldn't bear to think of the consequences. “Besides...” Sophitia responded. “You may find you prefer other women to men. You never know.” She grasped her hands behind her back. “Cassandra does.” Taki took a moment to dislodge the incest image from her head before continuing.

“I hate you so much right now, it's unreal.”

“Make love, not war.” Sophitia responded. Taki turned her back to think.

“To hell with it.” She finally drew her conclusion. Moving very swiftly, she closed the gap between her and Sophitia, grabbed the other woman's face with her hands, placing them gently on either side, and before she had time to become sane again, pressed her open mouth to Sophitia's. Wasting no time, she forced her tongue inside and began searching for the key. Sophitia, enjoying every minute of Taki's kiss, slipped into it as well. She laid her hands on the Ninja's shoulders and closed her eyes. “Where in the hell is it?” Taki thought to herself, searching for that little twinge of metal. Shopitia giggled and sighed, all keeping close to her friend. Enjoying every bit of what she was forcing the Ninja to go through, Sophitia migrated one of her hands, more specifically her right, behind Taki's neck, while the other wrapped around her waist. After a bit, Taki pulled away. “Where is that damn key?!” She muttered. Sophitia smiled, reached into her pocket and pulled it out.

“Right here.” She teased, bouncing it around. “Want it?”

“Oh, holy shit.” Taki shouted, pulling away instantly. “You made me do that for nothing? What the hell is your problem, Sophitia?” Sophitia's eyes began to tear up as she said this.

“What do you mean? I don't have a problem.”

“You lock the door, you put the key in your mouth, you force me to kiss you to get the key out, and when I'm not looking, you put the key in your pocket! What. Is. Your. Problem girl?! You're not right in the head!”

“I know...” Sophitia's voice was low, almost sad. “I get stupid when I see a beautiful woman...” She looked up, her eyes filled with tears. “It's a character flaw...”

“Well, it doesn't matter. The damage is done. The best I can do is run damage control now.” Taki inhaled, trying to recollect her thoughts. “Okay... think damage control... think damage...” She trailed off, turned around and kissed Sophitia again, this time, with more feeling. Quite honestly, it caught Sophitia off guard. Her knees gave out and she almost fell over. Quickly, Taki maneuvered her arm around to catch her.

“What happened to damage control?” The stunned Greek asked, looking Taki in the eyes.

“This is damage control. I'm controlling the damage done to your heart.” She replied, stroking her hair. “Is it working?”

“Oh, you bet.” Was the response. They had a good laugh, Taki holding Sophitia around the waist and grasping her hand.

“You know...” Sophitia grinned evilly. “I remember putting the key to the house somewhere... But I just can't remember where...”

“Well, let's see if we can't find it, hum?” Taki pulled at the knot on her toga.

::Guest Bedroom, Wednesday, Nine Fifteen AM::
“How many bedrooms are in this place anyhow?!” Setsuka asked upon stepping into the fourth guest bedroom on the ground floor. Xianghua entered rather timidly behind her, one hand placed tightly on the hilt of her sword.

“Enough to keep the entire Chinese army prisoner...” The scared woman responded. Setsuka laughed, turning rather roughly around. The action scared Xianghua. “AUGH! STAY BACK!” She shouted, drawing her sword.

“Xianghua, calm down, you act like we can't trust each other...”

“I don't trust you. Not since you tried to take advantage of me yesterday!”

“I trust you enough for you not to run me through when I'm not looking. Try to trust me a little, hum?” Was Setsuka reply. Xianghua, nodding at this tidbit of wisdom, loosened her grip on her sword. Setsuka yawned.

“Wow. I'm tired. Hey, listen.” Setsuka muttered turning to her partner. “I'm gonna lay down right here, continue on if you want, okay?” She threw herself down on the bed and crossed her arms, closing her eyes and yawning. Setsuka heard the door shut. “Mmm...” She muttered, stretching her legs and resting her feet. She laid there for around a minute before her rest was disturbed. She felt the left side of the bed dip, and then the right side of the bed dip equally, and then felt something land softly on her waist. She cracked an eye open.

On the bed, sitting on her was Xianghua, who was stark naked. Setsuka laid there and stared at the goofy look on Xianghua's face.

“What are you smiling about?” She asked.

“Oh... I was just thinking...” Xianghua replied, rubbing Setsuka's legs.

“About?”

“You... and me... and this bed...” She smiled, touching her thighs and rubbing gently.

“What happened to 'help, help, rape'?” Setsuka asked, folding her hands on her chest. Xianghua placed her hands on Setsuka's stomach and began to lay down, rubbing her hands up her stomach, up her chest, and eventually touched her hair.

“Just kidding...” She mused in her school girl tone. She stroked her head and moved her hair out of her way of her eyes. “You've got beautiful eyes, Setsuka...” Xianghua licked her lips and laughed in her unique tone.

“You know, I'm never going to understand you.” Xianghua played at Setsuka's Obo around her waist and eventually managed to untie it. With her belt undone, Setsuka's kimono just fell off her body, exposing her pale skin. “But I don't mind not understanding you... I like you...” Setsuka mused, pulling the other woman into a kiss.

-Cellar-
The door to the cellar opened with a long, drawn out creaking sound. Dust was thick on the floor and stairs. Ivy went down first. She held the torch and ams length, hoping not to fall down.

“Whoa...” Seong Mi-Na breathed behind her. “It's dark down here...” She tried not to breath in the dust. “What do you suppose they keep down here... Bodies?”

“Surely not.” Ivy responded, touching the flame to another torch. The dust burned off and the rag lit. Almost by magic, the other torches in the room caught on fire, illuminating the room with a soft yellow light. Ivy placed the torch in her hand into the empty holder on the wall.

“Wow. It's not so dark anymore.” Mi-Na smiled, taking a step away from Ivy, whom she had gotten close behind to stay safe. The Cellar was lined wall-to-wall with racks upon racks of crates, each with bottles in them. “Whoa...” Was Mi-Na's response. “Twisted!” They walked up and down the racks, studying them, trying to find what was in the bottles.

“What is this?” Ivy took one of the bottles and dusted the label off. The words were too faded to see. “Could be water, could be turpentine, could be blood. You never know.” She smiled and popped the cork off the bottle. “Only one true way to find out!” She took a long drink from the bottle. “Whoa! That's a kick in the pants.” She smiled, taking another.

“What is it?” Seong asked, looking at another bottle.

“Booze. Strong booze at that. Come on, grab a crate or two. Let's bring this crap up. We'll be in for one hell of a night...”