Catching the Taste cont. (Lobos) - Mina's Home and Studio

he smiled thinking about her.

"in ways she doesnt understand. She is getting there. Not her fault that she was raised by white people."

She nodded.

"Si. I was born and raised in Cuba, then came here after I became Satyr."

He looked at her.

"Thats a strange sentance. After you got made a Satyr. How did that happen, or can you tell me?"

"It is complicated. A fae soul is much like a catapillar."

She nipped at his jawline again.

"Some never make it out of the caccoon. I did."

He shivered as she nipped at him and played idily with her skin.

"This happens to everyone? Or just certain people? How or why did it pick you."

She chuckled.

"My soul is that of a Satyr. It simply had to realize it."

The tub was filled, and she moved away from him, holding his hand to draw him to the water. She turened off the water and kissed him.

"Now, we shall become clean. And then we may sweat again."

He went with her into the water and returned the kiss.

"Being cleansed is good especially after sacrifice and worship."

She smiled and began to wash the blood off him with her hands.

"So, what brings you to my neck of the woods for me to find?"

He moved his back as he felt her touch, reacting to it.

"I live with my sister in the cam part of the city. I came up here at the request of Grant. I am scoping out the gangs, seeing if I feel like working around here or not."

She scratched his back with her nails, gently, only trying to get the caked on blood off. If it gave him pleasure at the same time, all the better.

"I hope that you will. I would not want to be far from you."

He chuckled.

"Nice nails. Uh, there is something you should know. My sister is a little but jealous."

She paused in her scratching.

"Is there some reason she should be jealous of me?"

He turned his head.

"Well she is Catholic and with the same blood as me."

She still looked confused.

"And this makes her jealous of me how?"

He could see she was not understanding.

"We are lovers."

Understanding came over her face.

"And she will not like sharing you. I see. Do you wish this to end now? Tonight?"

He shook his head.

"not yet. She is catholic. I am not. Is this a problem for you."

She shook her head and leaned against him.

"No, amor. No. This is not a problem for me. I am a whore. Why would I be jealous of others?"

He smiled.

"You have charged me no money."

She kissed him gently.

"Your money is no good here. For you, it is pleasure. But I would be a hypocrit if I asked you to accept that I have other lovers, and not accept yours. And the fact that you were raised siblings means nothing to me."

He kissed her back, his hand caressing her face.

"Thank you. You are a pleasure to me as well. Actually I had not seen my sister since she was around a year old till she finally found me again. You are going to cost me a little trouble but I think you are worth it."

She smiled and wrapped her arms around him.

"You are very welcome. I try not to be a hypocrit, if I can help it. And you are so delishiously cruel that I would put. With almost anything to keep you."

He kissed her , biting her lip gently.

"I try the same. And i am glad to see you like my touch and my cruelty and I think my kiss. Just let me know what you would not put up with. A man should know his limits."

"Dismemberment. Punctures of internal organs. That's about it."

He ran a hand over on eo her arms slowly.

"Oh chiquita, to dismember you would be a waste."