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Welcome back to Rocket and Scarlet, this time the naked version by KseniaHarlequin . As the title suggests, there’s a less dry version… somewhere…

Known merely by her nom du crime of ‘Scarlet Woman’, Lady’s protégé is a strange creature, obsessed by masks and playing with the minds of others. Possessed of a cold, predatory, almost alien intelligence, Scarlet made herself forget who she was long ago, losing herself in insane, petty desires. Identifying as a victim and a submissive, fed on lust and humiliation, she quietly pulls the strings of those around her and shapes her world to her darkest fantasies.

***USUAL WARNING ABOUT CONSENSUAL SEX*** (assuming anything about Scarlet can be considered consensual!)
“All along I had to talk about it

But like a two-edged sword,

He touched you and it stabs me!

All along I knew you were a phony girl!

You sit behind the mask and you control your world

Yesterday, he had you in his arms

When I'm holding you, I feel his bitter charms

I can't judge what you do to me

Camouflage the truth, indulge your fantasy!

Who do you love?

Is it me, babe?

Well, I don't know -

Who do you love?

There is nothing in your eyes

But that's the way you cry, girl…

Was I invited to your masquerade?

Well the party's over, so now take off your face!

You say you love, but it's hard to see

When you're in his arms throwing rocks at me – “

Eric Clapton, ‘Behind the Mask’

(Originally a Ryuchi Sakamoto song, this is my favourite version from 1987, but it was also recorded by Michal Jackson from the ‘Thriller’ album. That version never made the cut but was subsequently released posthumously in 2011)

He Touched You and it Stabs Me: Lair of the Leopard Men, Scarlet's perspective

“Oh, I’m not like Shani…!

She can’t control herself, or her powers. That’s sort of the point, I think.

She’s a force of nature. I’m an artist, a surgeon. These things do not happen by mistake.

I think I like this world. Sunken deep, hidden sky, an artificial sun. They say Sutenhotep once created something like that, but I don’t believe it. The would-be Pharoah met his demise at Shani’s hands in the end. Quite literally.

What we have here is purer, elemental. A wondrous creation of ancient minds. Life is primal here. Endless wetness and verdant growth, cities built over a live volcano.

Oh, don’t get me wrong; I like civilisation. So many enchanting games to play! But sometimes, a woman wants something more primeval, yes?

Among the Leopard People, formal wear is tiny animal skin halters, more string than clothing. The waters of this place, its proteins, make one more virile and more fertile. Everyone is beautiful, or they are dead. That seems a fair compromise.

Here, I am not myself. Heavy, pendant breasts, shapely thighs. My skin is breathing, I can feel my body ovulating. Such a strange thing, to make life. I do not understand it at all. I sometimes reach out, probe its simple little mind, this thing I have birthed in flesh. Perhaps one day I will comprehend its meaning, what I am supposed to feel. Until that day, it can live and I shall observe.

Scars here accentuate one’s identity. They heal to just the point they do not disfigure, a strange magic. I am never certain what to make of mine. I was sliced open and they tore out my soul. I do not expect I shall need it, in any case, but is oddly comforting to know it is still crawling about somewhere.

The tribes here squabble and play at war. I like it. Imagined slights and women-stealing warriors. More to play with than I expected, if I am honest.

I enjoy acting. Life is but a script, penned by an inchoate and uncaring hand.

But sometimes I like to ad-lib. Change the dialogue to my liking. It is a grand thing, to rewrite another mind, changing the narrative to suit my ends. If only I knew what they were!

The tribals here understand me when they look upon me. They make for me a new mask, an animal face, unasked and of their own free will. And then they worship me with their sex.

No need for scripts or dialogue or clever words. This is something primeval, animal rutting. And I love it, I want it.

The mask in place, I am a cat-goddess, Tabasha the Bazouk, lineage of ancient feline Queens. I make myself forget the now, so I will enjoy more. That thrill of fear as I am held down by unfamiliar hands, my body penetrated over and again by unfamiliar cocks.

They tear off my minimal attire but leave my mask intact. They want to fuck the goddess, not a mere mortal. I am speaking in unknown tongues, possessed. Perhaps by myself, my future and past selves.

I give myself over to it. Their women lissom and supple, sun-kissed. Full lips on mine, wet tongues in my wetter pussy, strong hands on breasts that weigh too much to feel like mine. I lick and taste and delve and penetrate.

I am vaguely aware of another beside me, another white woman like myself. This one is fair and feels familiar, her thoughts arcane, filled with forbidden lusts and shameful desires and self-loathing for those half-recalled.

I enjoy having her here, I want to taste her too. I want her to strain against me, I want to us to be used and ravished, to be impaled again and again, our orifices filled by prodigious members.

When we are soaking wet, prepared by the women-folk, the men have their way with us. I am no longer something human, my will is not my own, hostage to primal beating rhythms in the rainforest darkness.

I am unprepared for their size and strength; how their girth stretches my tender flesh! I am familiar with copulation, but this is something new, primal mating in the heat of the night.

But I want more. I want to feel pain, to taste my own blood. Their minds so simple, so easily controlled. At my bidding, they strike us across our jaws with their fists. I taste the coppery tang of blood.

Dizzy, we are lifted up. I raise my head, groggy, and I make her kiss me. Deep down, she wants this too. Our tongues entwine, I taste her swollen lip and her vitae like a vampiress. I like to think I would have made a good vampiress!

The delicious assault continues unabated. On our backs, legs lifted to our ears, pinned to the earth by their weight and strength, pounded hard, each stroke taking the air from our lungs.

We are turned over, on our hands and knees in my favourite receiving posture. We are like animals now, if animals kissed and gave breathy cries of lust. We are mounted from behind, fucked like bitches on heat. It is feral and urgent; when one has emptied himself inside of us, another takes his place.

The night becomes a blur of insistent thick dicks, devouring moist pussy. I take it from both ends; firm hands slap my backside, part my bottom cheeks and I give a savage shriek of pain and pleasure as he drills his penis deep into my ass.

My eyes water but I can take it; so masked, I can take anything.

All I hear is tribal drums, the blood thrumming inside my head as I give myself over to my primal self, surrendering to passion.

My jaw aches from the punch and the cock-sucking, my body feels like I’ve been run over by a truck. I relish every ache and bruise on my pale flesh.

My fucker slides his rough hand down my spine, slick with sweat. His hands slaps my quivering backside, not relenting in his assault until he howls like a beast and empties himself inside me.

I am both primal goddess, and receptacle for sperms, and I cherish the dichotomy.

The blonde’s eyes are heavy-lidded, her body tired. A dark hand lifts hear head by the curly hair and a cock is forced past her lips.

I need to feel vulnerable. I take control of his mind and he almost reverently removes my mask. My bare face looks up at him. The spell is broken, stripped of my armour and my identity.

With my true face removed, I am unprotected - afraid, naked, ashamed.

My heart shrinks until it is cold and hard, my stomach swims. What will become of me?"

Scarlet

Name: Unknown, calls herself 'The Scarlet Woman'
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Archetype: Masked Detective
Perk category: Pulp Powers
Clearance: Delta
Cosm: Nile Empire
Born: somewhere in America on Terra
Occupation: PlayThing, master criminal
Age in 2022: seems to be around 32
Faith: none
Friends: Shani Shalom, Casey Logan, Eve Masuyama, Maya Amandine, Deborah Maa Kheru Amun, Jeneva 'Avalon' Cerridwen
Sexuality: Bisexual
Sexual art: you're looking at it

Description

Welcome back to Rocket and Scarlet, this time the naked version by KseniaHarlequin . As the title suggests, there’s a less dry version… somewhere…

Known merely by her nom du crime of ‘Scarlet Woman’, Lady’s protégé is a strange creature, obsessed by masks and playing with the minds of others. Possessed of a cold, predatory, almost alien intelligence, Scarlet made herself forget who she was long ago, losing herself in insane, petty desires. Identifying as a victim and a submissive, fed on lust and humiliation, she quietly pulls the strings of those around her and shapes her world to her darkest fantasies.

***USUAL WARNING ABOUT CONSENSUAL SEX*** (assuming anything about Scarlet can be considered consensual!)
“All along I had to talk about it

But like a two-edged sword,

He touched you and it stabs me!

All along I knew you were a phony girl!

You sit behind the mask and you control your world

Yesterday, he had you in his arms

When I'm holding you, I feel his bitter charms

I can't judge what you do to me

Camouflage the truth, indulge your fantasy!

Who do you love?

Is it me, babe?

Well, I don't know -

Who do you love?

There is nothing in your eyes

But that's the way you cry, girl…

Was I invited to your masquerade?

Well the party's over, so now take off your face!

You say you love, but it's hard to see

When you're in his arms throwing rocks at me – “

Eric Clapton, ‘Behind the Mask’

(Originally a Ryuchi Sakamoto song, this is my favourite version from 1987, but it was also recorded by Michal Jackson from the ‘Thriller’ album. That version never made the cut but was subsequently released posthumously in 2011)

He Touched You and it Stabs Me: Lair of the Leopard Men, Scarlet's perspective

“Oh, I’m not like Shani…!

She can’t control herself, or her powers. That’s sort of the point, I think.

She’s a force of nature. I’m an artist, a surgeon. These things do not happen by mistake.

I think I like this world. Sunken deep, hidden sky, an artificial sun. They say Sutenhotep once created something like that, but I don’t believe it. The would-be Pharoah met his demise at Shani’s hands in the end. Quite literally.

What we have here is purer, elemental. A wondrous creation of ancient minds. Life is primal here. Endless wetness and verdant growth, cities built over a live volcano.

Oh, don’t get me wrong; I like civilisation. So many enchanting games to play! But sometimes, a woman wants something more primeval, yes?

Among the Leopard People, formal wear is tiny animal skin halters, more string than clothing. The waters of this place, its proteins, make one more virile and more fertile. Everyone is beautiful, or they are dead. That seems a fair compromise.

Here, I am not myself. Heavy, pendant breasts, shapely thighs. My skin is breathing, I can feel my body ovulating. Such a strange thing, to make life. I do not understand it at all. I sometimes reach out, probe its simple little mind, this thing I have birthed in flesh. Perhaps one day I will comprehend its meaning, what I am supposed to feel. Until that day, it can live and I shall observe.

Scars here accentuate one’s identity. They heal to just the point they do not disfigure, a strange magic. I am never certain what to make of mine. I was sliced open and they tore out my soul. I do not expect I shall need it, in any case, but is oddly comforting to know it is still crawling about somewhere.

The tribes here squabble and play at war. I like it. Imagined slights and women-stealing warriors. More to play with than I expected, if I am honest.

I enjoy acting. Life is but a script, penned by an inchoate and uncaring hand.

But sometimes I like to ad-lib. Change the dialogue to my liking. It is a grand thing, to rewrite another mind, changing the narrative to suit my ends. If only I knew what they were!

The tribals here understand me when they look upon me. They make for me a new mask, an animal face, unasked and of their own free will. And then they worship me with their sex.

No need for scripts or dialogue or clever words. This is something primeval, animal rutting. And I love it, I want it.

The mask in place, I am a cat-goddess, Tabasha the Bazouk, lineage of ancient feline Queens. I make myself forget the now, so I will enjoy more. That thrill of fear as I am held down by unfamiliar hands, my body penetrated over and again by unfamiliar cocks.

They tear off my minimal attire but leave my mask intact. They want to fuck the goddess, not a mere mortal. I am speaking in unknown tongues, possessed. Perhaps by myself, my future and past selves.

I give myself over to it. Their women lissom and supple, sun-kissed. Full lips on mine, wet tongues in my wetter pussy, strong hands on breasts that weigh too much to feel like mine. I lick and taste and delve and penetrate.

I am vaguely aware of another beside me, another white woman like myself. This one is fair and feels familiar, her thoughts arcane, filled with forbidden lusts and shameful desires and self-loathing for those half-recalled.

I enjoy having her here, I want to taste her too. I want her to strain against me, I want to us to be used and ravished, to be impaled again and again, our orifices filled by prodigious members.

When we are soaking wet, prepared by the women-folk, the men have their way with us. I am no longer something human, my will is not my own, hostage to primal beating rhythms in the rainforest darkness.

I am unprepared for their size and strength; how their girth stretches my tender flesh! I am familiar with copulation, but this is something new, primal mating in the heat of the night.

But I want more. I want to feel pain, to taste my own blood. Their minds so simple, so easily controlled. At my bidding, they strike us across our jaws with their fists. I taste the coppery tang of blood.

Dizzy, we are lifted up. I raise my head, groggy, and I make her kiss me. Deep down, she wants this too. Our tongues entwine, I taste her swollen lip and her vitae like a vampiress. I like to think I would have made a good vampiress!

The delicious assault continues unabated. On our backs, legs lifted to our ears, pinned to the earth by their weight and strength, pounded hard, each stroke taking the air from our lungs.

We are turned over, on our hands and knees in my favourite receiving posture. We are like animals now, if animals kissed and gave breathy cries of lust. We are mounted from behind, fucked like bitches on heat. It is feral and urgent; when one has emptied himself inside of us, another takes his place.

The night becomes a blur of insistent thick dicks, devouring moist pussy. I take it from both ends; firm hands slap my backside, part my bottom cheeks and I give a savage shriek of pain and pleasure as he drills his penis deep into my ass.

My eyes water but I can take it; so masked, I can take anything.

All I hear is tribal drums, the blood thrumming inside my head as I give myself over to my primal self, surrendering to passion.

My jaw aches from the punch and the cock-sucking, my body feels like I’ve been run over by a truck. I relish every ache and bruise on my pale flesh.

My fucker slides his rough hand down my spine, slick with sweat. His hands slaps my quivering backside, not relenting in his assault until he howls like a beast and empties himself inside me.

I am both primal goddess, and receptacle for sperms, and I cherish the dichotomy.

The blonde’s eyes are heavy-lidded, her body tired. A dark hand lifts hear head by the curly hair and a cock is forced past her lips.

I need to feel vulnerable. I take control of his mind and he almost reverently removes my mask. My bare face looks up at him. The spell is broken, stripped of my armour and my identity.

With my true face removed, I am unprotected - afraid, naked, ashamed.

My heart shrinks until it is cold and hard, my stomach swims. What will become of me?"

Scarlet

Name: Unknown, calls herself 'The Scarlet Woman'
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Archetype: Masked Detective
Perk category: Pulp Powers
Clearance: Delta
Cosm: Nile Empire
Born: somewhere in America on Terra
Occupation: PlayThing, master criminal
Age in 2022: seems to be around 32
Faith: none
Friends: Shani Shalom, Casey Logan, Eve Masuyama, Maya Amandine, Deborah Maa Kheru Amun, Jeneva 'Avalon' Cerridwen
Sexuality: Bisexual
Sexual art: you're looking at it