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Ebonessence

It was love at first sight Hiroshimo thought. He looked at her as she walked in. Her movements were smooth and unfettered. No uneccassary movements, not even so much as glancing at anything that was not in her peripheal vision. She had a strong force inside of her moving her body the way it needed.
It was not just how she moved, like she was so powerful and willfull, but her appearance had a force of power and will about it. Her skin was a dark shade of brown. Her eyes were even darker. She had a furl in her brow and a smirk on her lips. She had shaded her eyes a dark black, and her lips the same. Her lips were large and full, her nose was broad and flat, her jaw however seemed not to fit her face. It was straight, solid, and rigid. And her hair was an all natural, immesuarably large, round, and perfect afro. Hiroshimo was in love.
Her clothing didn't hurt her appearance at all. Her black heeled boots campe up to her knees and zipped up at the side. The skimpy mini skirt exposed her dark brown and round thighs.The thighs themselves were wrapped in fishnet stockings. She had a yellow bright belt with a large golden buckle. Her black leather tube top barely contained her chest in, and Hiroshimo could barely contain his eyes within his skull. There was even a heart shaped tattoo on the exposed bulge of her left breast. And when he saw the chained golden necklace on her neck with the medallion on it that had the word "Ebonessence" imprinted upon it, he knew then and there that his love for her was certain. She was, in essence a convolescence of a dark and ebony goddess.
The dark shadow woman sat next to him. It was on purpose, as if she could sense his desires. And they were strong within him. Because he had seen her before. In his dreams. He has been with her a thousand nights, each more wonderful than the last. But this is the first time he has ever seen her in real life.
"Could I buy you a drink?" He said, not knowing what else to say.
She looked at him. Her eyes were so peircing, so focused cat shaped diamonds. He could never imagine that such mud encrusted brown eyes could cut him down like this. So he lowered his gaze, not wanting to die from her stare. He found himself unwittingly staring at her breasts. It's natural for him to do so, completely unwilling instincts even. But it's also rude of him, so he opted instead to set his eyes on her black and beautiful lips instead. Her lipstick had extended out and seemed to make it as if she had a crooked smile.
When she spoke it was as if she was being dubbed over. More or less that her lips were not only out of synchronization with what she said, but also that femininely near deep sultry voice that demanded attention of hers simply didn't seem like her voice at all. A dubbed voice over.
"You may indeed buy me a drink." She said, "But tell me why one such as yourself deserves to speak to one such as me?"
"I... don't know." What else could he have said? He had to ask himself that same question. Why does he deserve to talk to her?
He was a neko of no distinguishing qualities. His fur was a pale gray, his nose was an emasculine pink. His ears were small and covered up with his black bean top. He wore a black hooded sweatshirt with no markings on it. He also wore baggie blue jeans and went barefooted.
"I guess..." he continued "I don't even dare to deserve even the faintest glance of your lips. I could only wish that I may be so lucky to have you speaking in return.
"First off, I don't want a drink." She dismissed the bartender. "Second off, do you always see yourself as a worthless peice of shit?"
It was as if she could see into his soul. He hesitated to answer, but he eventually lowered his head and answered, "Yes, ma'am."
She grinned and placed a hand on his knee. He felt his leg tingling at her touch. "Good. Very good. But please, call me Ebonessence. And what is your name?"
"Hiroshimo... Belial Hiroshimo."

Before Hiroshimo had an inkling of Ebon's true intentions he was already being whisked out of the bar. But not out the door to his suprise, but up to the stairs to the apartments. To his suprise because he lives here, and he's never seen Ebonessence before. Yet here they go into an apartment that must be hers.
Ebon led him to the couch. "Sit here, I'll be right back." She said to him.
And so he waited. She exited into the bedroom. When she finally came out her clothing had changed. Nothing dramatic, just her fishnet stockings on her legs and her boots were missing. She threw on his lap a mass of leather. "Put it on." Was all she said as she pointed to the bedroom.
So Hiroshimo went to the bedroom. He went to turn on the light but saw that the room was illuminated with myriad candles, so he didn't bother. Instead he examined the clothes he was handed. It was a one peice leather furtight outfit. There were several holes in it. Holes in the shoulders, the knees, a hole that exposed his chest and of course one for his tail. And even for... his crotch. He can only imagine what kind of woman Ebonessence is.
After putting the leather on he went to exit the room, but the buxom brown skin shadow lady stood in the door way. She placed her hand on Hiroshimo's furry chest and pushed him into the room. She pushed him down on to the bed. She had one hand in his hair and the other rubbing the nearest thigh as she sat down next to him. He was clearly aroused, and thankful such tight clothing had breathing space. Even if it didn't comply well with his fur.
"So..." She began to ask him. "Have you ever been with a human lady before?"
Hiroshimo began nuzzling her neck and purring. "All my steady relationships have been with humans."
"And with nekos?"
"Just one night stands." He put his arms around her. "Nothing else. I just don't like neko-femmes like I do human ladys."
She pushed him on his back and layed back with him. Then she began to play with his chest fur.
"What about you?" He returned the query. "How do you feel about nekos and humans?"
She rolled herself on him. She's heavier than anyone else he's been with, but he placed his hands on her wide hips and he knew; he absolutely knew she was perferct for him. She smiled at him. "I've never so much as kissed another human. There is just something about you nekos."
In all his past relationships he had always been hurt. Not emotionally, but physicly. He'd do anything to please his partner, even if his partner liked to cut him and drink his blood. So when Ebonessence and her heavy body and her even heavier breasts, one would think it would hurt him. But it doesn't. It was discomforting at most, but it didn't hurt. In fact, he loved her. Her warmth, her touch, her softness. And he especially loved the way she nimbly moved and whirrled her tongue in his mouth with such agile dexterity.

When the tow of them kissed, they were downright in another realm. Everything that fucked them over was no longer in effect. The stigma of inter-racial, inter-species relationships. All the abuseive relationships ebon had of men hurting her. Forcing her to do things she didn't want to do. Humiliating her because of her weight. Even finding ways to degrade her for no other reason than being a neko lover. And she would do anything for her lover because she loved that man. That man, whichever one she was with, the one that didn't love her. And yet these men were nothing but common street thugs and gangsters, and their humiliation they put her through was damn near prostitution. The difference was she never got payed for all the things she was forced to do with so many other men.
And there was the abuse Hiroshimo suffered. Women with ideas of sex acts of humiliation just as bad. Having him do things no one should be forced to do. Having to do things beyond his threshold for pain. Untill he would pass out and even his unconcious body would be taken advantage of. At least, though he had no privacy of his body, these acts were performed behind closed doors. They may not have violated her body and hurt her as much as they did with Hiroshimo, but Ebon had her humiliation done in public. No one could ever judge who had it worse.
But one can say, however, that they had it bad. And that it doesn't matter any more. None of it. Not when they kissed. They were transported to a realm of ecstatic bliss.
Though Ebon's bed was huge and could take them in any position, the two without speaking straightened up and put their heads at the head of the bed. She turned to him and faced him as they layed down. Hiroshimo had the most beautiful green eyes. So much of him was cat-like. He wasn't like the neko-jin variety, who were more like humans with only the tail, fur, and nose of cats. They had the ears, sort of. Neko-jin's ears are on the side of the head rather than on top. But Hiroshimo had his ears on the side. But he had the muzzle of a cat too. Ebon figures him to be a crossbreed between a neko and a neko-jin. His tongue was human, like both breeds. It's not sandpaper, like a house cat's tongue. But it was comparitivly just as long. He licked his nose with it instinctivly. Damn it is long, Ebon could only imagine what he'd do with it.
At one hundred and ninety pounds, he weighed fourty pounds less than her. Either one could have taken each other's weight when being on top of each other. But she was too self concious of her weight to go on top a second time. Not yet at least. She wasn't thinking last time, and she could have sworn he gasped for air. But Hiroshimo didn't miss a beat as he glided upon her, straddling her hips.
His tongue gently carressed her lips, tracing them several times before he took her bottom lip into his mouth. She gave out an almost silent humm. Loud enough to let him now she liked it. One hand trailed down and gripped her thigh. She pulled it up and rubbed the inside of it against him.
"I don't know..." He said. "I think I love you."
Her eyes grew wide in suprise, not expecting such words. But she wasn't upset. Instead, beneath those huge breasts of hers, she felt something. Her heart. So she said in reply, "I love you too, Belial Hiroshimo."
And then he began to kiss her neck. He began to bring his lips ever so much lower. He began to remove her top, releasing those breasts of hers that were of unimaginable size. And then... she stopped him. With a smile, but she still stopped him.
"No," She said to him. "Let us do this my way."
He nodded in response. He spoke with a tinge of unquestionable servitude in his voice. "Yes, Ebonessence."
But he had no idea what she was going to do. She rolled over and put him underneath her. Concious of her weight she didn't put any on him. Instead she hovered above him on her hands and knees. He kissed his chest, the fur tickled her lips and she loved it. She moved down, slowly. Each movement of her fingers making their rounds upon Hiroshimo's sides sent shivers through him. Good shivers, the kind of shivers that excite a man. And the way she was on top of him, and...