(Draft) Orin the Red x The Dark Urge

Disciplinary Action

  The fast clicking of boots across the cavern rang out as Judith charged towards her quarters. That little wrech assassin has done it again. She burst into the dark and musty bedroom, being greeted by the sorry sight of Orin the Red. She was seated at the foot of the rickety bed, no doubt expecting Judith's arrival.

  "Ah Jude, what an unpleasant sur--" before the words finished their journey, Judith seized Orins' chin in her hand and forced her gaze unto her. Fury and something else glared back through dark, and red piercing eyes. Sweat beaded on Jude's pierced brow, glistening in the low candle light.

  "Insolent child! You crave attention to the extent of making a show of your killings?! I should take your head for such impudence!" She gripped the shapeshifters face tighter, her dark claws digging into her pale gray skin.

  Orin ripped her face away and growled "I only did what father would have wanted! All must know his glory!" A dark hand raised and swiftly came down on her slender face with a hefty smack! The shifter clasped a hand over her now reddening cheek in what could be perceived as shock.

  "You know not of what father wants! You have no tact! No guile! You disgrace Bhaal with your spontaneous blood lust." Judith proclaimed. "The child must learn her place. She must be punished." A toothy, sinister smirk spread across her face.

  Something hidden shadowed Orins' gaze for a moment. "And what shall daddy's favorite do to poor little me?" Her voice dripped with poison and something else as she gave a slight pout. "Do you intend to spill some viscera this evening? If not, I want no part in whatever you have planned."

  That plump bottom lip teased Judith in a beguiling attempt of innocence. It took everything in her not to whip Orins' head to the side and take that flesh in her teeth. She wanted to taste her blood on her tongue, rip and tear skin from her bones, but she settled for knotting her hand in the blonde braided hair of their bloodkin.

It was arousing.

  The shapeshifter whined as Judith jerked her so their faces were mere centimeters apart. "You still mock me, kin? How about I give you a taste of --"

  "You dare put me in the Iron Maiden, I swear I will take that dagger and split you in two while I drink the gore from your cadaver!" Orin growled through gritted teeth. That visual made it all too much to bear.

  Judith mashed their lips together, as if to destroy and eviscerate her mouth. Orin struggled to pull away, but the teifling held her firmly in place. Her mouth open, she hungrily forced her tongue past Orins' clenched teeth to the moist cavern within, only to be greeted by those same teeth again clamping down on her. Iron filled her mouth, but she continued swapping fluids with the woman.

  When she finally pulled away, blood and spittle dripped down her chin, a sick toothy grin glinting back at Orin. "You always make this fun. I love it when you struggle," Judith moaned into her ear, the hot breath made Orin lean into them and quiver.

  "Do your worst. You will not break me this time,  little flame," she teased and yanked Judith's collar so their lips would meet again. They visciously devoured each other's faces. The horned devil deftly made her way down Orins' neck, kissing softly and sensually. She sucked at the tender skin before promptly piercing the skin with her canine.

  The shapeshifters scarlet ichor was sweet on her tongue, but her own blood lust was not satiated. The saccharine liquid cascaded down the front of the red chitin plates as Judith guided her overclothes over her own freckled shoulders.

  Her chest exposed, she reached forward and clenched her fist around Orins' throat, limiting her airflow. A moan escaped her lips, and it took everything within her not to buck against the tiefling. She must outlive the onslaught of pleasure.

  "Come now, chosen. You have a duty to discipline your lowly assassin -- Do not hold back." She choked out around Judith's clawed fingers. That must have pinched a nerve, as a familiar curved dagger with a glowing stone at the hilt came up to carve at the exoskeleton material at Orins' navel.

  A growl rumbled from deep within Judith as she formed her next sentence "Be careful of your next words, pet. I've got tremor's of the hands, you wouldn't want a botched slice now, would you?"

  Crack! The carapace broke free of Orins' curvy figure, but the cold metal of the blade still pressed against her skin. Free hand still on her neck, the tielfing pushed her further onto the bed and closed their fanged maw over her nipple.

  The forked tongue teased the perky flesh as the dagger dragged just lightly enough to draw a few drops of ruby out to the surface. Judith sucked hard, then nipped the tip of Orins' breast before bringing the curved knife up to her throat.

  She hummed thoughtfully, then spoke snidely "Father has so much distaste for you, you know? I could take your life now, and you wouldn't even be remembered, hmm?" The hand on her throat moved to cup Orins' wet slit and began circling.

  Conflicted with her emotions, Orin spat out "You-- You lie, kin! I h-have done plenty of brutal  killings in the name of Bhaal!"

  "And yet you fail to realize the bigger stakes here!" Judith's clenched fist around the dagger raises as if to send a more immediate warning. "You've been abhorrent! Do you admit it?" She questioned, slowly withdrawing her hand from the assassin's cunt.

Orin whimpered, craving her siblings touch once more. Her hips moved on their own, kicking to find Judith's fingers again. "Please..."

  "I may provide you relief if you spare your arrogance, sister. Who is your master?" The changeling mumbled something, but continued to buck beneath Judith. "I'm sorry? Come again?" She teased.

  "You are! My kin, my blood! You are forever my better. Forever my mistress." Orin the Red sighed defeatedly.

  "Good girl," Judith grinned as she proceeded to then go down on the slip 'n' slide in front of them.