<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong>  Cheshire<br/><strong>Location: </strong> The Sewers<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>  <em>Them</em><br/><br/>The echoes were so easy to see; the flitter of emotion across a face that could be just as expansive, from a mind just as shattered but in so many different ways.  With an ease that seemed inborn, cat met the Many and loved them all the same.  Different, yes, but equally.<br/><br/>"Oh Andi," the cat purred it full of affection, soft and love-laden, a reassuring hand stroking against the soft tufts of her hair, cradling her close.  Oh so close in a hug that could crush, even if Andy got a look of near complaint for bringing her <em>there</em> of all places.  It wasn't his fault.<br/><br/>"You do well," to him on a blink, a wink for his humbleness even if she fretted over how they'd fare.  Too much cruelty here, too many hands. Hands to large, with hearts too small and never enough pussy to sate them all.  "We'll do it together."  Because it was better, so much better together.  Easier.  And Andi...<br/><br/>The sigh was soft, gentle and twisted itself to gleam in cruelty as Drew stretched, leaving Cheshire breathing deeply for a moment of her scent; tongue lapping out against her own lips in memory of the taste and a room full of people while they'd been writhing atop a table.  It'd felt like Purgatory.  This felt like Purgatory.  Always in the middle.  Stuck in transition.  Always stuck.  <br/><br/>"I'm going to take you home," it wasn't aimed at any of them in particular then, not in the beginning, "And there will be facials and tea and pedicures and Candyland."  Something for everyone that wasn't Him.  "And lots of <em>candy</em>." Something for her, too.  "And then I'm going to make you scream."  It was easy, so easy, that bouncing dance that went from one to another as if they were never One at all, but many.  Because they were and she saw them, saw them all and fit to each.  Like a puzzle for children, the kind that took five large pieces to make a whole in bright vivid colors and neon flowers.  <br/><br/>Flowers splattered in blood.<br/><br/>That smirk brought a giggle that was almost girlish, the capture of her bottom lip between her teeth while His hand ran up her body and left her arching for it.  Goose bumps proceeding the tips of those far too skilled fingers so that the pebbled nub of her nipple was hard, hard and aching before His hand ever reached it.  She loved them all.  She did.  But she liked Him best.  She did.  Because he understood.  More than Drew, more than Andi and Andy ever could.  He liked the feel.  He liked the splatter.  He liked the screams.<br/><br/>Her neck ached where his hand settled over the fresh bruises, of that make-shift imprinted collar but it didn't stop the way she responded, the way her pulse raced and her cunt ached.  So she dipped, she bent.  Like another marionette beneath his command, stretched full while lips tasted and his tongue drove her to madness.  He'd said to find someone to lick her clean and...hadn't He just?<br/><br/>It didn't stop her from chasing His tongue with her lips, from that heartfelt little suckle that was offered, the taste of copper still lingering there against her palate.  "Was I ever clean?"  The question could have been genuine, serious, for all that it was gone no sooner than He picked her up.  Up and those long legs wound around His waist, as her hips ground in, forward, rolled against the terrible terrible absence.<br/><br/>"I can always feel you," came the reply and that, more than anything else was true.  But it didn't stop the shiver that rolled through her with that look in His eyes.  That need.  Fix the problem?<br/><br/>"Oh god yes," so that she trembled with the very idea, because she knew what He meant.  What He wanted.  They'd talked about it before, considered but...but then there was nothing.  There was darkness.  There was In-Between.  That time when They Weren't.  But now, They Were.  "<em>Please</em>..."<br/><br/>Please and He made it better.  Made it More.  So that she ground against Him wet, needy and aching for what wasn't.<br/><br/>"Will they let you go?" She asked it on a whisper, fierce, dark and possessive.  Like the way those hands wound round his neck and clung for all they were worth, until those short broken nails dug in against his skin and threatened to break the blood.  They <strong>had</strong> to.  The sudden flicker of darkness in her eyes was terrifying, even to her, even knowing that she loved.  That they were loved.  There was a need in those eyes that was cruel, cruel and hungry and selfish.  They had been more than Four, once.<br/><br/>"They have to let you go..." <br/><br/>How forlorn it sounded then, how teetering on the edge of hopelessness and fear and she hated fear.  Hated it.  Except when it made her cum.  Oh dear.<br/><br/>Oh dear, oh dear.  How she shivered then, how she trembled.  Bathed in His words, drenched in them.  Quivering.  Long legs twined tighter still, the heel of her foot digging in against the cheek of His ass.  Asking for more.  Begging.  "I've missed you...oh Andrew." Blink. Frown.  Confusion.<br/><br/>"How did you find me?"<br/></span>