I know, I know, shoot me, but I seem unable to let these guys go! I had an idea for a short story, I told Amber about it, and well... this meant basically to compel myself to write it!

I have always had problems with sex scenes... I have difficulties in writing them, and I am never satisfied with the results. That is why, as an author, I am trying to challenge myself to improve.

So, this is my lattest shortie, about two characters of my longer story, the Dark Light Tales, it takes place before the DLT, actually.
They belong to me, Mena, so please don't steal.

This story is rated R for sex.

And, oh, the quote at the beginning is not mine, it is an extract from a famous book, and, believe me or not, nor the book or the quote were picked up at random. Yeah, let me play the educated one sometimes!

This story is not betaed, so apologies for the mistakes. Hope you'll enjoy!
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Just like the moon.

“…Gregor's serious wound, from which he suffered for over a month - the apple remained imbedded in his flesh as a visible souvenir since no one dared to remove it - seemed to have reminded even his father that Gregor was a member of the family, in spite of his present pathetic and repulsive shape, who could not be treated as an enemy; that on the contrary, it was the commandment of family duty to swallow their disgust and endure him, endure him and nothing more…”
the man paused, lifting his eyes away from the book on his lap. A light, amused smile crossed his features.

“I know, poor Gregor Samsa had it pretty rough, all together.” He said, and by his feet, the huge black wolf lifted her snout from her paws to look at him with what seemed deep interest.

The man made as to catch back his narration, when his stare lingered on the shimmering light out the window: the sky blazed orange, and the sun already looked like a flickering, ripe melon, suspended very low on the purple horizon line.
The man sighed and closed the book. When he got up from his chair, the wolf imitated him, letting go a muffled growl of protest.

“I know, Tala.” He said gently, leaning in to scratch her behind the ears. The wolf followed the movement of his hand, brushing against his leg with the full weight of her body, and the man smiled even more broadly, kneeling down before the animal to hold her head into his hands and look into her eyes.
“Don’t feel bad about it.” He said kindly, and the wolf growled again, pushing closer to nudge him.

When the man got on his feet the animal turned and moved, spontaneously, to the other room. He followed, standing on the doorway, staring pensively at the huge cage that occupied a good part of the room. The bars were thick, and the door seemed impossible to slam down. The gaps among the bars were a bit too wide, but not wide enough to escape, and that was what mattered.
He watched the wolf enter the cage on her own, and lie down on the floor, head on her pawns, quietly, waiting. When he approached to lock the barred door, he met her amber eyes, and the sorrow in them, the guilt and worry that were so human made him cringe.
“You’re a good wolf, Tala.” He whispered.
He walked out the room without turning his back on the wolf, as an act of respect: she knew he didn’t want to leave her alone, but it was more than he could handle, watching her turn. The eyes of the wolf ran to the window, where the apricot sun had just disappeared, and the sky was paling, denaturized of its reds and yellows, turning bluish and livid.

He waited some minutes before walking back inside the room. On the doorway he hesitated, taking a deep breath: he already knew what was waiting for him inside, and still, he needed any debris of courage he could gather inside himself to face the sight of her.

The woman lied on her side on the floor of the cage, her knees pulled up, an arm folded under her body and the other stretched out. She was looking at her own hand, turning it slowly upside down in the light of the room, waving fingers, studying the shape of her nails, her amber eyes wide and absorbed in concentration and stupor.

When he walked in, through, her golden stare flickered up on him, and there hardened, turning amused and mocking: her soft lips stirred into a grin, and she jerked swiftly to a sitting position, brushing her long brown hair past her shoulders.
“Hello, William.” The woman said.

“Hello, Tala.”

He moved closer to the cage, handing a small pile of folded clothes through the bars.
“Dress up, you must feel cold.”

She didn’t thank him; her long fingers grabbed the clothes quickly, and he couldn’t help but pull his hand quickly back, a sudden light of fear dashing through his green eyes. The woman smirked, getting up, the clothes carelessly dangling from her fingertips.
“Not fast enough,” she scolded him pensively, “I could have reached you if I wanted to.” She raised her index finger in the air and fiddled it, mimicking the act of scratching her own face, and the man startled, as Tala’s eyes danced on the long, thick scar on the right side of his face.

“Dress up.” He replied coolly, quickly taking back his composure. He moved to the armchair opposite the cage, grabbing the book he had left open. He sat down and lowered his stare on it, ignoring her, despite he could hear the light, brushing sounds of her limbs swaying inside her clothes, and perceive her burning, amused stare.

A clock chimed slowly, regularly, and the only other sound in the room was the regular, light shuffle of pages as the man read on, and the moon was already quite high on her climb up the astral staircase when the hoarse, deep voice of the woman resounded in the room.

“You know, Billy, it’s pretty sad that we never talk, you and I. I turn into a woman just for a night in a whole month, and when it happens, all you do is to sit there and guard me, acting like I wasn’t even there. I don’t like it, you know? At least we used to talk, ‘til some years ago.”

The man didn’t lift his eyes from the book. He shuffled another page before answering in an easy, almost bored tone, attentively hiding any trace of emotion.
“Fine. Talk.”

The woman jumped abruptly on her feet to clutch the iron bars and toss them. The cage shuddered with a tingling sound as she shouted:
“Let me out, you bastard! Do you like this kind of talking?” her face was pressed in the gap against the bars, and her eyes were wide, hallucinated.

The man lifted on her a cold look, cocking a brow with tired sufficiency.
“Enough, Tala?”

She moved back, smiling now kindly and charming.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t handle it, but now it’s gone.” She lowered her stare on her bare feet, hands running to grab and twitch the border of her skirt, and she pensively bit her bottom lip.
“Could you get me something to eat?” she asked kindly, almost timidly, “Please, Billy.”

The man sighed aloud, but he put his book aside and walked out the room. When he returned he hesitated before putting his hand through the bars, but Tala stretched her hand, palm up, and stood there with a reassuring smile on her lips.
“An apple!” she smiled happily, clutching the fruit with both hands to her bosom, “You always remember the food I want!” she gave a hungry bite at the red apple, and when the juice sprinkled and dropped down her chin she licked her lips dry with a satisfied moan.
“So delicious! Too bad I cannot eat fruit when I am a wolf.” She bit the apple again, slightly moaning, and out of the corner of her eye the man did a reluctant double take, before looking away.
“Thank you, Billy.” Tala said out of the blue, moving a step closer, but he held on her a still cold stare, nodding briefly.

“That’s what I am here for.” He replied briskly, and suddenly, Tala’s eyes widened and she banged a fist against the bars.

“And I hate you so much for it!” she screamed in a pitched voice, banging against the iron bars with her free hand,
“I hate you, let me go, let me out!” she hit the cage with her head, violently, letting go a muffled scream of pain when the hard iron smashed against her forehead.

She pulled back, moaning: a cut on a side of her forehead bled afresh, and the thin crimson streamlet ran down the side of her face. She reached a hand to touch it, and her eyes widened when she saw the blood on her fingers. For an instant she stared at it, mouth open.

“Here, let me take a look.” Billy said firmly, but gently. He stretched his hands through the bars to Tala’s forehead, examining the cut with delicate fingers.

“It’s nothing, it will stop bleeding on its own in a couple of minutes.” He said calmly, but right when he made as to retrieve his hands she anticipated him, grabbing his wrist with her free hand. He gasped, alarmed, but she stood his cold glare with sorrowful determination.
“Thanks.” She said slowly. He pulled his hand back, but her hold was too tight.

“Let me go, Tala.” He hissed warningly, eyes dancing on her face. He pulled again.
“Just let go!” he screamed, finally loosing control, tossing in her hold in the cage, but all she did was to stand still, holding his hand as he shook in her grip, the other one still clutching the bitten apple now limp at her side.

“I hate to see you so afraid of me.” She whispered sadly. He froze, widening his eyes when right in front of him the amber ones of the woman filled with transparent, burning tears, that rolled down her cheeks without her doing anything to dry them. She stood there, crying, holding her apple and his hand, eyes inside his eyes, and Billy moved an unconscious step further, so now he was pressing with all his body against the cold bars of the cage.
His hand twitched in her hold to pull her closer, and her eyes were enormous and wide, spiraling shells of gold and bronze layers. Behind him the window was open, and he saw the moon, white, nude and glowing, shine like a pearl, reflected inside Tala’s eyes.

“I am not afraid of you.” He whispered, and before he could stop himself he ran his free hand to her nape and pulled her closer, pressing his lips against hers with all his strength.

There was a soft thud, and the apple rolled on the floor. He sensed Tala’s hand grab his head, pull his hair, and then her lips parted and her tongue sneaked inside his mouth, as a growl erupted her lips.

“No…” he protested, breaking the kiss, trying in vane to hold a moan when she sunk her face in the hollow of his neck and bit his skin,
“Not again…”

“Yes, Billy!” she breathed instead, moving up to lick the line of his neck, then his earlobe, “I want you, it has been so long…” she kissed him again, forcefully, grabbing his shoulders with both her hands, pulling him impolitely against the iron bars, sinking her fingers under his shirt. When she reached the hems of it she pulled it up, above his head, and ran her hands down his bare back, sensing the scars of old fights on his skin, tracing it like cracks on the dry soil of summer.
The thought of the dry land, of the beating sun hammering on her head and claiming the fluids out her body made her feel suddenly thirsty, and she urged for his mouth with renovated force.

He kissed her back, pulling her closer despite the cold hardness of the iron, hands running down her sides to grab her hips; he squeezed them, pinching her skin, moving impatiently down her skirt until he found her underwear and pulled it down. She moaned when his fingers brushed her inner thigh, and her hands quit roaming on his bare back to squeeze the iron bars of the cage, and she squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth to breathe, when one of Billy’s hands ran up to stroke her breast through the clothes, while the other… the other ran up the length of her tight, without stopping or hesitating for her to get ready for it, just like he knew she was already: his fingers sunk inside her body without hesitation, strong and firm, and he started so slid them in and out of her in a powerful, rhythmic motion, as Tala’s hips began to follow their pace and she arched her back to let him touch her deeper, pressing against the cage, holding its bars tight.

“Tala.” He called her firmly, and when she opened her eyes he bounced inside her blurred vision, eyes staring at her so firmly that they almost burnt, and nothing on his face betrayed the intensity of his feelings, but pressing her body against his own Tala sensed the hardness of him, and when she moved a hand down to graze it at first, and then to open his pants and slide in to touch him, she finally saw the icy wall inside Billy’s stare crash down, leaving him exposed, so close that all she saw was her reflection, morphed emerald and brilliant inside his green eyes.

She stroke him fast like he was still stroking her, and soon, too soon, she realized his willing to hold back was on the brink, and she slowed down her pace just for the time he needed to clutch her by the hip. She slid a leg through the bars of the cage, running it around his body, and a powerful hot shiver ran down the length of her spine when Billy moved closer and entered her.

“Oh, Billy…” she moaned, stretching up against him, squeezing the iron bars so tight that her nails sunk into her palms, as he moved in and out of her, pushing hard, holding her by her hips, cruel and delicious stabs that echoed throughout her whole body, down to her weak knees and up to her dazzling head, and right when she sensed she couldn’t take it anymore, she felt it come, the last, thundering hit, and her eyes widened and the moon exploded inside her stare right when Billy exploded inside her body.

“Tala… Tala…” he moaned her name heavily, exhaustedly. He was still inside her and when he made as to pull back she tightened the muscles of her bent leg to prevent him from doing it.

Billy sighed, hiding his damp face in the hollow of her neck, and for an instant she savored the feelings that moment brought along, his hot, wet breath on her skin and the drops of sweat running down her back, the taste of him in her mouth, together with the freshness of the apple, his weight still inside her body and the irony smell of the iron bars, and of the dried blood on the side of her face, and most of all, the moon, that moon that shone like a giant round shield of ivory, perfectly suspended in the velvet blue sky, glowing white and perfect, orbiting with intelligible slowness, dotted with darker scars on her smooth surface, just like Billy’s face.

“You said you are not afraid of me…” Tala’s voice resounded low in his ears, slow, pensive, almost melancholic,
“… but you know you should be, William.”

He didn’t react fast enough. He jerked away from her, out of her body, out of her embrace, but he was too close and too caught up in her, too unprepared, and he couldn’t duck when Tala’s hand rushed in, aiming for his face, and he screamed when she scratched him, a sore pain that seared itself in a burning line just under his left eye.

He stumbled a step away, holding his face and looking at her dumbstruck.
Tala laughed, crossing her arms on her chest. At her feet lied the bitten apple.

“You never learn, William.” She raised her index finger again, and Billy saw his blood under her long nail,
“Scratch, scratch. I think you just got another scar.”

She burst into laughter, a shrieking laughter full of vicious glee, winking proudly at him.

Billy collapsed into his armchair. The cut on his face burned, but the humiliation inside his soul was twice as burning.

“Poor Billy!” Tala knelt in to grab the bitten apple from the floor of her cage, and she pointed it at him with a conspiratorial air,
“After all these years, after all of your scars, you didn’t learn, yet? I never change.” She gave a satisfied bite at the apple, tearing it with her shining teeth.
“I cannot change. I’m just like the moon.”


the end.

*howls at the moon*

Oh my....

This is precisely the type of naughty thinking I had for days after first reading about Tala and Billy. See, there was just something there...of course, he is her guardian, he must control her...but, he is a man. And, all men fall for tits and ass eventually. :laugh: I love her seduction! Poor Billy, indeed. He couldn't help himself, how could he resist her in all her evil glory?

I lovvveed this! It was so deliciously naughty and evil but with an air of pure seduction and awesomeness. The descriptions of the moon were so good! *is perpetually jealous*

I LOVE the crazed and schizophrenic outbursts! The way she loses control at the drop of a hat, her volatile nature...it is so kick ass!

Something about this line was the perfect touch. Utter abandonment!

boehaha! Oh, I knew she had her wicked way with him before. He's just a wee bit too tied to her for it to be otherwise.

Uh, how much do I love that they got dirty between the bars of the cage? With my whole soul!

I love her!

*squirms* I love it so much I want it to be a real movie with Charisma and Billy and her taunting him with 'scratch scratch'. I'm insane!

*squees for infinite years*

Perfect ending to naughty and evil and wickedly cool and sexy shortie. Gosh, I can tell you what I will be thinking about for the rest of the night and all day tomorrow! I wanna be Tala sometimes....but not during kitten times, okay?

Thank you, my dearest!

*drops dead*
Gosh and here you are saying you are bad at writing hot steamy scenes. Well I don't think anyone could tell that!!
Ah but I do love it so much that you cannot let go yet of this brilliant work of yours.
It is to brilliant and haunting to be ever really left behind. So by all means feel free to indulge some more *winks*

Now like the bad girl I am...I of course had to look up what book you quoted from. And I found out; weeee for Kafka....and I must say that it fits so very well. Metamorphosis indeed (I still need to read the bloody book) How very fitting to the story. The man turns into a bug and becomes the horror to his family while here the animal turns into the human...and though most would say that wolves are the horror (think on all the fairytales with bad wolves and the horror tales a about wolves eating people) and would prefer the woman to the animal we all know that it is a silly thing to wish for.

The wolf is much more reliable and trusthworthy as the woman. Which I still find such a brilliant thing. And it shows (and this is according to psycho-analysis) that men always deep down have been afraid for female sexuality. It is not the animal who is dangerous but the woman. She uses her own sexuality to get what she wants, to lure Billy and to take revenge on him for keeping her captive. She is a femme fatale and a femme fatale is always a castrating woman. Though she does not literally castrates him she does screw with his mind and probably will make it very hard for him to be ever intimate with a woman again. She has him trapped and only when the woman disapears and the animal reappeares he can control her again and is the danger gone...but only for a month. Then it starts again. Cyclic time, women and the moon....it all falls back on all those old myths that people have written since the beginning of times.

I also can say that feminist essayists and writers would find your story very telling and helpful to their cause. The caged women. The obediant women who turns into a dangerous thing once her cycle starts....yes they would lik ti very much!!

I enjoyed reading your shortie very much and you can believe me when I say that I did not only enjoy it because oif all the clever things hidden in it but also because if the awesom writing and the things your cunning mind comes up with when it comes to telling a story. The use of language and methapor is exceptional and I love it that there is something biased in this.

Brilliant sweetie!!
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Oh my girls, you're the best!! If I am ever going o meet a depressed, self conscious superstar, I'll ive him/her your number, because nobody can boost somebody's confidence like you do!

Am: *grins* it's dirty twintuition connection, because I toyed around the idea of slipping some more info about Tala and Billy's 'privacy' even inside the DLT. Boeahaha, of course he couldn't resist her! I wasn't very sure about her bursting out like that, I feared it wasn't that believable, but then i stopped and thought: heck, it's not going to be believable anyway, she's a frigging werewolf, i should not care about it! :lol:

I think this is the shortie where I can best see Charisma. I don't know why, but I can see her clearly in my mind in all shots like I were a director... and I am sure that Billy would not mind shooting it! :tsk:

Dana: weeee! You picked up the Metamorphosis line, Im so flattered and proud! i thought it fit prefectly... still, that book is effing boring, trust me. I read it in Spanish a couple of years ago (uhhh, maybe that's why I had troubles with it)... definitely interesting, but a bit dull if you ask me.

And thans for your analysis, you know they left me gaping at the screen every time!

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