Living Dead Girl

Already dressed for school Tristana enters the kitchen and finds her room mate eating a toast with p&J and a huge black cup of black coffee with an Arabic smell to it that was strong and aromatic.

Megan had a sort of goth attire as well, blck from head to toes, white framed sunglasses and a noctambule's attitude, sipping her hot coffee while reading a book. On Tristinas entrance she said with a 'whateva' tone.
"What was with you last night? Having nightmare or something...?"

Both were sitting in front of each other by the window, each with her coffee cup and the selected breakfast. Tristina above everything else had hell of a headache from last night's dancing with drugs and stress she had to endured.

" ...eh... Kinda.... Did I keep you up? Sorry... Little bit of a rough night. .... Like you haven't come home with a hangover before....dont worry, I won't make it a habit. "

Megan rolls her eyes and says.
"Yes sure, whatever... but anywayz... who's that Victoria? You couldn't stop saying her name, significant someone or something...?"

Both had already finished the dishes of their breakfast and going down together in the elevator right before parting ways on their own.

Tristina was going down the street from the sorority house to the Institute trying to get Victoria out of her mind but the more she was thinking in not thinking about her the more she was getting into her. She was just a living piece of art, aesthetically perfect in every sense. She could not wait to see her again, to hear her voice, to feel her touch.

Eventually she arrived to the institute, her morning class was about to start and she needed to make a sprint to make it in time. According to the schedule it was Theory of Materials, by Professor Adam Bisset, an advance teacher that Trist had seen and also heard him to be the best teacher in the Institute.


She ran upstairs, just couldn't wait for the elevator and got to the classroom gasping for air. The teacher had just arrived, she turned and look at her saying.
"Good morning Miss, you may take a sit, we are about to start the class."

By half of the class Tristina was able to return to her old self and focus on the important class she was attending. The teacher was indeed flawless in terms of methodology to explain the concept of materials commonly used in Art, not just as support like a canvas or the colored inks but imitation materials that appear like metal or what makes a crystal look the way it does and how to represent it with different techniques to this day unknown by her and others improved by his expertise on the subject.

She had to practice a lot to achieve mastery on this techniques but that was the idea behind the Institute after all to learn and develop as an artist.

That was when she realized that she was multitasking, while listening to the class without any logical explanation she was also sketching on her book, like a pencil drawing without much care, a drawing of Victoria Ash.

Standing still in the hallway in front of her class room Tristina received a soft shoulder push from behind. It was Jorge call for her attention and saying.
"Beautiful! I like your technique." he said referring to the sketch even before wishing her good morning.

He could empathized with her and felt her distress, so he said.
"What's wrong? You don't seem like yourself." she appoints.

Jorge walks down along with Trist, he seemed very animated this morning. They're heading down for the next class: history of art with prof. Juliann Graceroot

I only met her for a short time ... And her image... Her voice... Everything about her... She haunts my thoughts.... Am i in love? Am I crazy? All I can think about is seeing her again...

Jorge arched an eyebrow in disbelief, he felt like Trist was joking but realizing she was not he stopped a random girl in the hallway, about the same age of Tristina and classmate of hers in some classes.
"Marth, sweetheart do you mind if I take a look at your notebook?"

The girl holds to it like it was a precious thing asking why and Jorge replied.
"Let me check your sketches, just that... pleasee!"

Embarrassed the girl accedes and there were at least five sketches of professor Bisset, an idealized, stoic and gallant version of him. Meanwhile Jorge compliments her drawings and let her go.

Jorge turns to Tristana with a face saying doh! and a mouth saying.
"It is completely normal! What's the big deal, Victoria impressed you, you liked her and you need nothing else to draw an sketch of her, is what sixteen years old girls do... I mean eighteen... or whatever!"

He chuckles trying to alleviate the mood.

Sure she holds what ever drug is my cure.. But You know more about Victoria than I... Who is she?.... Where did she come from? ... How long have you been working for her."

He smiles.
"Seems the cure is already working, huh?"

Then he says.
"About a year or so, she's a very important person here in NYC. Owns art galleries and stuff, she also sponsor many art shows like Bodies, have you seen it? is awesome!"

No more Cloak and Dagger shit...// if you had just told me that some famous artist wanted to see me

Jorge negates with his head.
"No can do mundo.... there are strict rules..." he said like his hands were tight.

"No one can know where Lady Ash is going to be, so Mr. Theeran, another code name told me to bring with whatever excuse I could find but implying she could be there." he shrugs.

"I know there have been attempts of assassination against her so... It's not overreacting."

He then says.
"I can't tell you when she's going to call you, because I don't know. She just tells me or Mr. Theeran tells me where to go and what to do. No question asked.

Those are the rules. So baby, this people are all about Cloaks and shit, nothing personal." he smiles.

Come on really now..rules? .. You? Never took you for the type of guy that follows the rules.... Thought you were more along the lines of a "bad boy" hee-hee"

Jorge smiled with Trist's bold move, he was already into her from the first moment he saw her and he had been dreaming about this moment ever since.

He immediately responded with a kiss deep into her throat that took her by surprise, she could tell how much he had been holding back when her hand felt an steel bat in his pants and his iron grip on her ass, it was painful to endure and he took her off the ground with such finesse and strength for his slim body, rotating her mid air and pushing her back against the same wall pulling her hair with savage desire to rip her clothes off and fuck her hard right where they were standing.

The powerful rush of passion took Tristana by surprise and she could project herself to be fucked up and down like a battle drum in world war one to the point being ragged inside and for a sadomasochist reason beyond reason that made her wet to the brink of squirting out. She had never been desired with such intensity, not even by her most dedicated lovers.

Suddenly a burst of clapping and whistles exploded around them in the hallway. Jorge stopped and both looked around, Tristana and him still gasping for air when they saw the entire Institute, teachers including yelling and clapping at the show they were giving. It was embarrassing but things were like they are so... he had to put her down while his penis did the same for him... the most common yell was "GET A ROOM YOU TWO!!"

Jorge took Trist's hand and started to walk down the hallway to the elevator, from there to the car.

Tristina was feeling ackward, her crunch was on fire. She had never felt it that way, swelling in blood and dripping to the point of wetting her panties it was almost painful to walk, she respiration was irregular like she needed more air than it was available in the entire building.

She found herself biting her lower lip as her imagination ran wild in sexual explicit scenes, one after another flowing like rivers of lust and desire in her mind.

Already in the car, surrounded by people passing by and with the sun shining over their heads was hard to say the least to have sex, wild sex without going to jail so Jorge started the engine and drove down to the nearest motel in Manhattan uptown in Harlem.

During the whole drive Trist looked at him intoxicated with the need to be penetrated up and down without mercy, wanting to blow his dick off but again she had to settle for his sporadic squeeze on her tits and decided to follow an instinct she didn't know she had and put her hand inside her pants. She wasn't the masturbating kind, it used to be pointless give her 'condition' but now just by touching his clit, feeling her wet pussy crying a river was enough to get her off, once and then again with two orgasms just in the time to get to the motel.

This was the fastest checkin in history, with her playing with his pants as he tried to fill the form and then up to the room, kisses and caresses until they finally got into bed.

It was soaring each movement to get her clothes off and painful to wait for him to undress but eventually the managed to fuck hard, she was so wet there was no need for lubs, a constant in her previous relationships and the sensations were greater than she had ever possibly imagine. She had never been an screamer, despite having moan and scream for her mate's amusement more than once but she was now, to the top of her lungs, begging to have more and more, exploding in orgasm of different types and intensities for more than half an hour of pure hardcore sex.

By the end, she was sweating like crazy, hoarse with a throat soar and she could barely move her legs at all, much less stand up to clean the jeez all over her chest.

Jorge went to take a shower with her, making jokes about how hard it was for her to even walk down to the bathroom. Her hips were soaring and her legs cramped to the brink of atrophy but enjoying every second of it. Finally, she got in with hot water running down all over her body, remembering each caress and having her vagina still relaxing from the intense sensations that wasn't over just yet.

Then her lover started kissing her neck, biting her throat and pressing his chest against her back looking with his right hand to stimulate her clitoris once more. Rationally she could not understand how her body was still reacting to this, she felt the rush of blood flooding her entire body again as he placed the tip of her dick in her butthole pressing it's way in.

Tristina had never done anal sex, it was just too painful and pointless, unlike the classical intercourse she had never enjoyed being penetrated although she did had a couple or two trying his way in her anus. This time was different and despite the initial unpleasant sensation suddenly she went for it pressing her body against his dick until it made it in for another session of hardcore sex under the hot rain of the shower.

At her climax she was hanging from the towel tube penetrated by her asshole screaming with a throaty sound until she could bare it no more. He had her lifted off the ground up and down like she weighted less than a fly in a impressive display of physical strength.

After sex was over he had to help her to dry herself and take her in his arms to the bed where they could finally cuddle again this time to have a little after sex chat.

Jorge said.
"Her blood is great, isn't it?" looking for her expression of surprise to complement the information saying.

"She touched you with the same hand she used to feed me her blood. She stained your cheek and it is her blood in your system that's provoking all these. All fair and square I wanted you to know but please make it our little secret."

" ... Yeah. You can trust me.. I promise it will just be between the two of us.. But I need you to help me understand

Jorge was also dry and clean, enjoying the comfortable soft blankets of the bed looking at Tristina and him on the ceiling mirror, remembering the nice view he had enjoyed a while ago while thinking on the details to make a clear explanation, as clear as he possibly could.
"I don't know all the details to be honest. She's very secretive about it but she can do stuff with her blood, I don't know if she's experimenting with it using drugs or she's a witch but either way her blood can give you power.

I was dying last year, terminal cancer and she started to give me her blood and now I'm medically and officially cured, like a miracle... can you believe it? I got stabbed once, again it cured me... it also has gave me strength, like no steroid could... that's why I say it gives you power...

... and I am sure it is curing you already..."