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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 28. January 2014, 20:26 (1,392 Views) | |
| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 28. January 2014, 20:26 Post #1 |
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"Baby...?" the word was a soft purr that reached him through his sleep, the brush of a warm breath sweeping across his skin where the fabric of the covers were pulled back, replaced with the light touch of slightly cool lips on his warmer skin. First across his chest, soft and gentle, punctuated by the moist lick of a tongue flicking over one pierced nipple. Then the abdomen, tracing the outline of his muscles with a quiet sigh and a nuzzle. And across one hip, where the touch of her lips lingered, pressed to his skin with a murmur of want. Warm and sweet. The feeling of movement reaching him as the Brujah had nimbly moved downwards, lingering where she was at his hips so she could greet him with those big blue eyes of hers, accented by dark long lashes and a dark smokey make-up. She was on her knees, straddling one of his legs. The black leather collar around her neck, a black lace corset matched by black lace panties and thigh high stockings and "gloves". Oh, and while perhaps she wasn't smiling, because that would sort of ruing the whole puppy dog look she was giving him, her eyes were, because well, she wondered what he might think of it. She'd picked it out with him in mind, even though she reckoned it wouldn't survive more than one showing. "Play with me?" the vampire purred, sharp fangs gleaming behind lips that had been pained a blood red colour. |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 28. January 2014, 20:37 Post #2 |
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Frost-blue eyes blinked open slowly, then widened as the muscular ghoul took in Lucy's appearance. A shiver ran down his skin, part surprise and part pure, simple lust. He lifted his leg slowly to raise her into the air and get a better look at her, and to send her sliding down towards him so his reaching arms could claim her as he sat up. His hands slipped around her and pulled her close. He seemed a bit... tongue tied really. It didn't stop him from leaning down to kiss her softly, his voice a rumble. "Leave the fangs out darling..." He purposefully pushed his lips and tongues against her fangs, drawing blood to wet the kiss with a delicious taste for her. He was already hardening and one hand reached down to cup the round cheek of her ass and squeeze it firmly, his hand stroked her black clothing softly, tracing his hand up the gloves, down the corset, over the thigh highs. Then he rolled and laid her on her back beneath him, smiling down at her, his own lips bloody with the kiss he'd given her, a crimson sheen on his black beard. His thick hand slid inside her panties and started to slide it down off her legs as he shifted to rest between her long beautiful limbs. He removed the panties like a man unveiling a great prize and slowly pushed her stocking covered legs wider. He leaned down, kissing his way down her leg slowly until he found just the right spot to use his tongue ring, humming softly as he did so, projecting his deep voice against the bones of her hips and pelvis. Yes, a part of him wanted to tear her clothing asunder and sate the lust she inspired in him. But... she wanted to play, and he wanted to give her his full attention, without rushing or wasting an opportunity to show her just how much he enjoyed every aspect of her lean athletic form. He lapped and ground his jaw against her, continuing that soft deep purr as he looked up at her over her own thighs, his frost-blue eyes filled with a simple hunger, and a deep love. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 28. January 2014, 21:58 Post #3 |
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Those big blue eyes of hers stayed locked with his as she slid down his leg and into his waiting arms. Her body softly leaning into his as he leaned down to kiss her, gifting her with the taste of his blood as he let his tongue get scratched on her fangs. That sweet alluring warmth tinting the kiss and causing her to draw an unneeded intake of air while slipping her won arms around his shoulders in return. Just so she could hold him close a little while longer, just so she could keep that taste a few precious moments more before it was inevitably taken away when he rolled them over and let her gazing up at him. The vampire writhing slightly as she craned her neck to lift her head off the pillow to chase those sweetly bloodied lips before letting it fall back down with a small whimper. His smile though, mmm, she could still admire that as he started moving down her, sliding the thin fabric of her lace underwear down her legs with the warm touch of powerful hands that never failed to make her shiver. Oh, he was being slow, careful. She'd honestly thought he'd just rip it off her and throw on the bed. Or tie her up and then rip it off. But this was.... oh, this was nice too. Surprisingly nice as that first brush of his tongue along her sensitive folds had her eyes closing and her back arching to the sound of a whimpered cry that spilled from her lips before she really had a chance to realize it or hold it back. The Brujah shivered lightly in his arms, her hands having fallen away to grasp the fabric above her head, digging her fingers into it as he added to the sensations with that deep hum of his voice which vibrated through her body and made her want to squirm beneath him. Making her hips move on their own as they lifted off the bed to move her into that warm enticing touch. Oh, she would've met his eyes if she could, but lost in the moment and focusing on him and only him, she was a little uhm, preoccupied. Those sharp fangs of hers biting lightly into her lip as she bit down on it, threatening to draw blood. Collared, she was his and there wasn't any kind of play that they'd tried so far she hadn't enjoyed with him |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 28. January 2014, 22:16 Post #4 |
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His thick arms stroked up her sides and took her arms in his hands, drawing his hands down the length of her arms until his hands found hers, then he tenderly wrapped his hands in hers, twining their fingers together and pulling her arms down against her hips, letting a hint of leverage pull her hips tighter against his lips. His beard scratched her skin softly as he put his piercing to work, lapping like a starving man confronted with his favorite ice cream. He hummed softly into her body, letting his jaw vibrate against her pelvis as he shifted so each of her legs rested over one of his thick shoulders. He was a firm and inexorable pressure against her hips, staring at her creamy skin and shivering in delight. She was such a marvelous creature. Smooth and firm in all the right ways. He craved to open her, to fill her, but not yet, first he was going to take his time and drive her poor mind wild with enjoyment. He brought her hands together against the top of her head so he could use his thumbs to increase he pleasure without letting her hands go. One thumb pushing up her hood, the other finding her most intimate bundle of nerves to lightly caress with his thumb, a wicked chuckle of pleasure rumbling into her as he worked over her body. Sighing with delight. She was just an amazing woman and he realized more and more how blessed he was to have her with him. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 28. January 2014, 23:55 Post #5 |
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Their fingers linked, her squeezing his hands as if grateful to have them to hold onto before he drew another tender cry from her. Those crimson red lips parting as her back once more arched and her toes curled in delight. Every time he touched her, teased her, shared his desire and mortal warmth with her, the Swede reacted. Small gasps, whimpered sound, tender cries whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot which sent shivers through her. Lucy so loved the way he looked at her, even though she at the moment couldn't see those hypnotic blue eyes of his. The look that said she was loved, a look she would hold dear and treasure because she'd seen it in his eyes before he'd given himself over. If turned... She knew that she would be his the same way he was hers. It was only a matter of time, though, that was only one aspect of it. He already held the blonde's heart, her loyalty and her devotion. The collar around that preening neck of hers was proof of that. Just as the gasping and murmured sounds of pleasure was proof, as much as her trembling was, that the way he was working her over was threatening to drive her mad. "Oh please.... Ohpleaseohpleaseohplease.... Ah!" |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 00:05 Post #6 |
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Well, she asked so nicely... The big man chuckled softly and kisses his way up her corseted form until he was balanced above her, he kept her hands clasped in his, forcing her hands down onto the mattress on either side of her shoulders, it was awkward and bent her elbows up a bit, but he knew she was flexible enough to handle it for a bit. He bit her neck, hard, not hard enough to tear the skin, but on a human she'd have a serious bruise from it. He licked the skin trapped between his teeth and nearly purred. She could feel him, feel how prepared he was to penetrate her and fill her. But her own squirming added to the torment. He rubbed against her thighs, against her lower lips, the steel studs rubbing against her soft skin. He purposefully shifted his hips against her, sliding the steel piercings along her skin, letting her feel the hard shaft bumping and rubbing against her. He knew it'd just drive her even crazier each time she twisted to try and impale herself and felt it slip away. He chuckled sadistically into her neck and let go with one hand. He reached down and took the situation in hand and with a single sudden, hard thrust, buried himself inside her, the steel rings like speed bumps, one after another until his hips were flush with hers and his weight was resting between her thighs. His loose arm slipped under her and around her waist, locking her in place like an iron vice as he slowly, agonizingly slow, started to roll his slip, shifting himself inside of her, stimulating her without withdrawing. He'd wait on that, wait until she was moaning, shaking and seemed fit to burst before he'd begin the faster process of reducing her to a puddle of jelly. He hoped this was the kind of play she wanted, at the very least he hoped it was a good start for her. He just wanted to make sure she knew how much he approved of that outfit. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 00:30 Post #7 |
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She was flexible enough to take it, abd even if she hadn't been he knew he could be rough with her if he wanted to. Both because her state of existence left her more resilient than had she been human, and because he always countered the pain with pleasure. Something which meant that while her voice was pained when he bit her as hard as he did, that cry of pain turned to whimpered pleading at the brush of his tongue, despite the ache of his teeth lingering. He bit her and she showed her surrender in offering more of her already exposed neck, even though she couldn't help the way she was squirming beneath him. Wanting so badly to feel more of him. To have the pain countered by the sensation of him filling her. Oh, God, it was agonizing,the way he was rubbing against her. Teasing her with what she wanted but couldn't have without his permission. Not while he had her pinned like that. The blonde whimpered again, struggled, not to get free but to feel more when he let go of one hand and with a sudden thrust of his hips buried himself inside of her. Her eyes flashing open with a choked cry that seemed to get stuck in her throat, before once more falling shut with a trembling moan as slender legs wrapped around him and her free hand entangled itself in his hair. Bliss. Bliss to be desired and craved. Bliss to be wanted and needed. The soft pleading and whimpering of his name was broken by slowly increasing moans as he resumed his "torture". The Brujah once more unable to move with his weight keeping her pinned down. Though, the frustration of it only added to the sensations. At least for her, hopefully for him as well. "That's m-mean..." she couldn't even nip at him to "repay" her frustration when he still had her trapped. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 00:56 Post #8 |
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He let go of her neck before he broke the skin. As much as he'd love to taste her, he didn't want to leave the kind torn gaping hole that human bites produce without vampire fangs to smooth the process. He listened to her whimper and purred, shifting the hand he held up over her head so he could lay his thick arm against her face. He enjoyed the way she twisted, writhed and her legs slithered along his body. When she whimpered he was mean he slowly shifted his hips to pull his length almost free of her, his voice a soft deep rumble. "I'm sorry Lilbit. What can I do to make up my poor cruel nature to you?" As he spoke he drove himself back into her, filling her once more, starting a slow rhythm that was too forceful to be considered gentle. It was... methodical. A slow, strong, hard stroking in and out of her body to drive her nerves to their deepest tingle as he held her clasped against him. The gentle rasp of the gloves, the stockings, the corset, just added to the pleasure of having her beneath him. He kissed her neck softly, kissed his way up it until he was teasing the flesh just behind her jaw and under her ear, biting it gently and caressing it with the steel stud in his tongue. "I suppose, I could fuck these beautiful thighs of yours... spend all evening getting hard and filling you up, twisting your body into fanciful shapes and lustily destroying your mouth, your ass, your pussy... just over and over again... Spend the entire night at it, keep going until the dawn takes you and I collapse in a spent heap against you... would that work?" He rumbled in her ear, his voice soft and deep, gravely with lust and hunger, a craving for her that SHE had awoken in him, started him on from the moment he woke up. Granted, it was a craving that never managed to stay too low in his psyche, but she didn't often dare it to come forth quite this brazenly... which was a shame because she was breath taking. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 01:12 Post #9 |
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She might just have to start doing it more often, because there was no denying how much she was enjoying the desires she'd ignited in him. The rumbled words caressing her ear and sending a shiver all through her body in a sudden rush that had her clinging to him. Words that could only yield one answer from the blonde gasping with each hard thrust that drove him back inside of her. "Please..." Even when she was being playful, even when she fought him for control, he still knew that he had her full consent. Because the Brujah trusted him not to harm her. Which in turn meant he got to be rough if he wanted to, demanding if he wanted to. Though she would want him just as much when he was tender as when he was passionate or forceful. His. The hand in his hair flexed, the other caught and pinned against the bed with how he was holding her. The sound of his voice and the teasing of that studded tongue on her flesh giving her goosebumps even as her heels pressed against his thigh and buttocks, urging him to to continue moving. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 01:36 Post #10 |
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"Very well darling, a night of being used as a helpless fuck toy awaits you, if that's your wish." He kissed her then, cutting his lips on her fangs again to give her more of the lusty blood filled kiss he knew would shoot through her vampire nature. She couldn't help it, add blood to anything sexual and vampires tended to go a bit nuts, or so he'd been told. Still, the way he suddenly began to thrust into her like he was considering snapping her muscular waist in half might have something to do with the madness. His hand on her waist shifted until he had one of her athletic thighs in his grip and he could really use the leverage to ensure he was driving himself into her as deeply as possible. Even with the increase in speed he was making sure to draw almost clear before he slammed in again, knowing that the repeated tightening and stretching his piercings caused had a tendency of rubbing all sorts of places inside a woman... and her places he knew best of all. He loved to feel that hand flexing in his hair. He knew the strength in her slim arms and torso, knew that she could yank his head around easily if she wanted to. To feel her helplessly sliding her fingers into his hair and knotting them and feel her ripple and flex beneath him, it was her way of surrendering. Another affirmation that she gave herself to him completely in the bedroom, a trust he'd never encountered before. The honor aroused him even further. He had no intention of taking advantage of it. Her sweet body however, he had every intention of taking advantage of and his voice let loose a soft deep grunt into her mouth with each and every powerful thrust, his hips and stomach almost rolling like a belly dancer to move inside her and drive it in hard enough to slap solidly each time. If they weren't what they were, they'd both face bruised thighs and hips in the morning, but every moment was worth it in his mind. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 18:23 Post #11 |
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"Ohyespleasebaby..." the whimpered words were hastily whispered against his lips as he could feel the heat in her body rising at the taste of his blood. The Kindred own blood warming with the excitement he awoke in her, knowing damn well how she reacted to the taste of him when in her current state. Now, it never did fail to excite her, but, when like this, in his arms and already joined together, it was so much more potent, so much stronger. It was such a strange feeling though, that desire, almost a need to surrender to him like that. Because it wasn't as if she had any problems taking the lead. It was just.. as if a switch got flipped when he took control, at least when she wore the collar to which she'd given him the keys. Something in her mind rejoicing at the idea of surrendering everything to him, knowing she was safe while doing so. No need to be strong. No need to be independent, though she valued that so much. No need to, well, be anything other than Lilbit. Which he seemed to love so much. "I love you..." the words were nearly cut short by the cry when he started to move, truly move. Holding her firmly, making sure she stayed just as she was, at his mercy, while he took her. The Brujah's body trembling with each hard thrust of his hips, driving him into her and forcing her to accept him whether her body could truly handle it or not. Her fingers flexed in his hair again, her cries muffled by his bloodied lips on her, letting her drink in the taste of him with eager brushes of her tongue that couldn't seem to get enough. And perhaps she was in part so eager because she wasn't sure when he might take it away from her, as he often did when they played, if only to hear her plead again. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 19:10 Post #12 |
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"I love you too Lilbit. Now... I think it's time to flip you love." With a grin and a flex of his powerful muscles he was up on his knees, dragging her up by her hips before drawing out of her and flipping her over, dropping her on her belly and giving her a hard slap on her muscular ass. His hands grab her hips and draw her up so she can feel him slick and rubbing between the cheeks of her backside. "Well lover, do you need more?" One hand slid down her hip and between her thighs, his nimble fingers spreading her and toying with her clit to keep her twisting and writhing. It was so much fun to toy with her like this. His grip was more than enough to get her up onto her hands and knees and she was agile enough to do it. It was one of the things he loved about her. Her ability to just go with things and... well, land on her feet, so to speak. His other hand reached down to slap her knees open wide, so when he chose to resume his beautiful destruction of her body he could do it with speed and strength. He loved that she was so open to the delights of the flesh in all their forms. So while some nights they could lay about, softly stroking and breathily rolling in each other arms, and yet, at other times enjoy an almost rapine destruction of each other's self-control. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 19:35 Post #13 |
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A shallow gasp escaped her when he suddenly moved, flipping her over with ease as strength and size made such a feat easily accomplished with not protests from the blonde, even when she landed face down in the covers with a muffled sound. Or well, the first sound was muffled, the second one as he brought his hand down on her backside was less so as it drew a high pitched cry from those bloodied lips of her before she bit down on it to try and control her voice a little. Which was easier said than done when it came down to it. Her was right about her being agile enough though, the grip on her hips pulling her up onto her knees and hands even if her arms were already protesting holding her up with how he was toying with her. The warmth of him rubbing against her, those rough but gentle fingers sliding between her thighs to spread her and play with that small bundle of nerves that made any form of coherent reply to his question more than a little difficult. Slapping her knees wide apart nearly had her falling onto her elbows though, momentarily distracting her, though, only briefly as her focus soon returned to him and his touch. So warm, so good, so... oh God he knew all her weak spots by now, something she realized with a muffled whimper when her arms did give in so that she ended up falling onto her elbows despite her efforts to do otherwise. Whether or not he'd allow her to stay resting on her elbows though she wasn't sure, but her thoughts couldn't manage to linger long on such things as her fingers dug into the fabric of the covers and pulled at them while arching her back and trying to press herself back against him. Blue eyes hidden behind darkly painted eyelids, slender muscles flexing beneath pale skin, she knew he was barely getting started and she was already writhing and biting her lip hard enough for it to hurt. As of yet though, she was free to move, sort of, so she moved what little she could in order to rub up against him. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 20:33 Post #14 |
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Gasps count as consent. At least, when dealing with Lilbit. He was used to her getting so worked up she couldn't really SPEAK at times. So he let the hand on her hip slip off for a moment to guide in that thrust that plunged himself deep into her, for now he was aiming at her main womanhood, other games for other times. His hands were returning to her hips so he could guide her, keep her steady as he moved in and out of her, driving hard enough to slam her body hard against his hips each and every time he thrusted in. He didn't need to use her hands if she didn't want to, his large hands were fanned along her sides and ribs, holding her so she could enjoy herself. Of course, she never seemed to NOT enjoy herself even when she was face down in the mattress. There was just a better chance of his mattress surviving her fangs if he kept her face at least a LITTLE above the padding. Still he figured she'd be happy enough with this, she always was. He chuckled a deep rumbling growl of lust and joy to hammer her beautiful body from behind. He'd finish quickly in her in this position, especially how hard he was hammering, in such deep and long strokes. But that wasn't a problem really, she was more than beautiful and alluring enough to spur him to greater and greater heights of lust. Hell, often enough it was getting his system to calm down and relax from those heights that was the difficult part. Though, she did have the trump card. Once those teeth were in his body would spasm itself into satiation without a problem. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 22:31 Post #15 |
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The cries were soon turning to moans while he held her in that position. That strong youthful body of hers yielding and arching to his touch as if unable to get enough, even when he was taking her quite forcefully. Slender muscles rippling underneath pale tattooed skin, making the images flex and move as she moved. Her hands still pawing at the covers, tugging at them while anchoring herself. At least for a little while before she moved, properly moved. Normally he held all control in a situation like this. But, she had woken him up the way she had because she wanted to set his blood on fire. So she moved, arching her back and displaying what flexible muscles could do as she lifted herself up, arching into him so she sat straddle across his lap, her back to his chest as her head fell back and one hand reached up to slide across his cheek and back into his hair while the other found one of those strong hands holding her hips. The change of angle had the added effect of driving him into her again, drawing a deep moan from those bloodied lips of hers even as she squirmed slightly in his lap, feeling how it made him move inside of her. She had honestly thought he'd been too much for her when they'd first hooked up, heh, and it had turned out she couldn't get enough of him. Arched into him as she was, he'd feel both the lace and the smooth skin of her body rubbing against him, sliding against his won warm skin, so flush with heat and life. She would turn her head, but while she could sense his pulse and his breathing while so close, she couldn't bite, not from her current angle. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 22:56 Post #16 |
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"Oh gods bless nimble women!" He roared out, one hand returning to grip between her thighs and torment her clit, his thick forearm holding her in place so he could continue pumping into her, he had to slow down slightly to avoid sliding free of her when he came close to slipping out and he had NO desire to leave her body, not when his cock was grinding in and out along the roof of her womanhood by this angle. This felt too damned good, he moaned softly as he continued pushing into her athletic body. His other hand rose to her throat with a groan that was half snarl, gripping her slender neck with powerful fingers. "uuggghhhh oh Love it's moments like this when I'm glad I have you to help me take the edge off, because THIS blood fire I couldn't resist but sating." It was this blood fire that made him realize he had an addiction, because now that it was started, he wasn't sure he COULD stop. He'd do his best and in the case of Lucy, he could, if she demanded it he'd stop on a dime. But in other cases... well, fortunately that hadn't come up. The only time his control had started to slip the woman hadn't had any interest in him STOPPING, despite the mess they made. Still, at this moment he wasn't thinking of anything but this beautiful woman and the muscular thighs he was driving into with no intention of stopping. Gods she was a beautiful woman and her personality just drove the bar ever higher. His mind with flooded with the things he contemplating doing to her, to give her what she'd just begged for and turned her into a toy. Perhaps wrapping her in chains, stuffing her body with vibrators and using that beautiful throat next, of course, if she got too excited there was a decent chance those beautiful fangs would be sinking into the base of his manhood... again. Not that THAT wasn't an incredible sensation. It was a touch awkward for her to feed that way though. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 23:23 Post #17 |
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Oh, but it wasn't about taking the edge of, not tonight. Tonight her only desire was to fuel it, to watch it turn from glowing embers into a raging fire that would drive him to sate his hunger through her. Body, soul, mind... Tonight she wanted everything, wanted to feel everything. Not just the physical connection, while that was beyond wonderful to her. But the emotional one as well, the mental connection she shared with him and which allowed her to be this free an uninhibited with him. Honestly... she hadn't known she had it in her until she'd met him. Hadn't been aware that it was something she desired. Though now, oh God now she couldn't help it. His hand slid up her body and closed it's fingers around her throat, the snarled groan sending another shiver through her as she felt the fingers tighten, pressing against her skin and helping him keep her to him and using it for leverage. Oh God, it just turned her on more, the small whimper and the way her fingers pressed against the back of his other hand telling him as much if well, if not her entire body language was enough to drive the point home. Because while his name didn't pass her lips, her entire body was crying out for him. Trembling with desire and need. Lost in the sensations, the brush of his fingers adding to the torment in a way that would've had her thrashing if not for the fact that he had such a firm grip on, the Brujah's whimpered moans were proof of her surrender. The heat of her skin enough to match his now as it flushed with the warmth of her own burning blood, drinking up every touch as if she was dying of thirst. Oh, she was sure he could think of a few ways he'd like to continue their play, and chances were she'd love every single one of them. Hell, he'd even bought that mouth piece which made biting him damn hard... And that little device was just pure evil when he know how her mind worked and how her craving grew stronger as her arousal grew hotter. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 23:45 Post #18 |
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The corset, cloves and stockings just made it worse, the alternating silk and scratch just inflamed his skin and brought all his nerves alive. Part of him was a raging beast, the same part that took Roisin's back and forth game and wanted to tear her clothes off and slam her body down as a toy, using her as a squirming sock for his cock; that part wanted to push him harder with Lucy than he'd ever gone, to take her with greater violence than he'd ever let himself show, even when their games involved her refusing to let him have his way until he conquered her. That beast calmed momentarily as he orgasmed for the first time, splashing inside her and burying himself as deep as he could fit, his hand clamping down on her mound and squeezing brutally, his other hand clasping her throat as a convulsive shudder traveled up and down his powerful body. If she hadn't been vampire tough his fingers might have cracked her trachea and he let out a low deep animalistic groan, a growl she'd gotten from him a time or two before... a sign he was close to being pushed past his self-control. They'd played that game before. Her taunted and refusing, trying to help him build up the control that would stop what happened with Roisin from happening again. Each time they'd reached a certain point and he'd been on her like an animal. Gradually his resistance was intensifying and at least they'd proven that if he could get away from the source and somewhere quiet he could calm himself back down. But this time, he just held her too him while he shook and emptied himself for the first time of the night into her. He had no intention of having this be the LAST time of the night either. She said she wanted him to play, so he was going to... but he was almost afraid this game might push him over an edge again. He started taking huge deep breaths, his thick arms and shoulders shaking as he sought enough calm to decide on his next assault on her body. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 23:57 Post #19 |
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She cried out when his hand clamped down on her, mixing the overwhelming pleasure with a moment of pain that had her giving in as she felt him reach his peak. Though the blonde's cry of release was quickly cut short with the way the Ghoul's massive hand clasped her throat with enough force to steal her breath with the way he was choking her, depriving her of the air her body (luckily) no longer needed while holding her to him. The shudders rushing through his body was matched my her own when that growl made her whimper again, or, would've, had she been able to produce any actual sound. Quick, slick fluctuations grasping his member while he held her, forcing her to stay still through her own climax, despite the desire to grind and writhe against him. Things that were impossible with the iron grip he had on her. Her head was swimming, her own grip trembling there her fingers pressed against the back of the hand that had clamped over her mound in a painful grip. The other hand flexing its fingers before sliding from his hair and down to rest on the hand threatening to crush her throat. Though... it in no way tried to stop him, or even make the hand release her. No, instead the Brujah, eyes closed tight, shuddered and trembled while listening to his breathing as he tried to calm himself. Delighting actually, in the way he was pushing his limits with her, while at the same time still trying to keep enough control not to bring her any real harm. Hurt her? Yes... but not harm her. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 30. January 2014, 00:28 Post #20 |
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He wrenched out of her with a shudder and pulled her around like a rag doll, he stepped off the bed and dragged her body by that iron grip on her throat and panting drew her to him, the same animal snarl sounding as his hand left her mound and gripped her jaw and once he had it he released her throat, a hand on either side of her face, his thumbs forcing her jaw open wide. He looked down the length of her body, flat on her back on the mattress, the black corset, gloves and stockings just bringing further shudders to his frame as he forced his thick length into her mouth, between her fangs, careful not to strike the metal rings off her fangs, if only to avoid breaking them and denying himself the bite later. He was standing over her face, the only real sight for her vision his manhood and thick legs as he started to pump into her mouth and throat with a groan. She wasn't human. He knew this on a fundamental level, so it was without mercy that he claimed her throat and forced it open. He'd trained her, chained down and held in this exact position he'd forced away what little gag reflex she'd had while he hyper stimulated her with toys. His mind was a bit to far for that at the moment. He didn't try to hold her arms, to guide her hands or behaviors, his frost-blue eyes were almost closed as the sensation ran through his powerful frame. It was almost torture for him, sensitive from his recent orgasm, slick with taste for her tongue as it was pushed aside to let him past. He'd taunted her, threatened to use her and it seemed that his nature was collapsing in on him because that seemed exactly what he was going to do. Each time would take longer, would require greater force to draw further climaxes from his human frame. Though she could finish him AND renew his body with a simple bite, and had, when she was in the mood too. Still he was panting with lust as he stared down the length of her slim athletic body and let out a near howl of lust at the joy her throat was giving him. |
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