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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 28. January 2014, 20:26 (1,395 Views) | |
| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 30. January 2014, 00:47 Post #21 |
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Manhandled onto the bed again, she didn't exactly have much of a say, at least not one she could possibly hope to voice, as he forced her mouth open and pushed himself between her lips, pushed himself into her throat. Oh, he'd trained her, she'd learned, but she stilled closed her eyes as they nearly started to "water", what muffled little sound she was able to make when he used her like that barely audible due to obvious reasons. Her hands though, her hands reached back, found his legs and dug their nails into his skin , holding onto him, showing him that she wasn't trying to make him stop even though she was still trembling. Her legs sliding against each other while she writhes softly on the bed, both because it was difficult to stay quiet and because it would give him something to watch. But yeah, mostly because it was difficult to stay still like that, the slow writhing movement of her squirming body brushing the fabric of the covers against her skin. Warm flush skin which felt as if it was on fire. She wanted to whimper, but couldn't. She wanted to plead, but couldn't Instead she dragged her nails across his thighs while her back arched, leaving stinging red marks across his skin though they would fade soon enough. They just... added a bit extra and told him of her growing frustration. Although frustration was part of the appeal for both of them, and she didn't imagine him ready to give her any reprieve just yet. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 30. January 2014, 01:01 Post #22 |
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The man moaned and continued to pump into her, he took a chance since she was being so good, releasing her jaw and reaching down to those beautiful legs. He grabbed each thigh and spread them wide open so he could look at her beautiful mound. One hand gripping her chin carefully so he could ensure she didn't accidentally bite anything off with what came next, he loved the sensation of his cock thrusting into her throat far too much to wish to see if it would grow back. Now that she was spread and thrashing on the bed he reached down with one long arm and delivered a sudden and stinging SLAP right to her pussy. Followed by another. He was going to be using it soon, using it HARD and he wanted her black and blue when he did, he knew she'd let him. Gods know they'd left bruises a plenty on each other when they played their occasional rape games. Delightful dark bruises. Each time getting a bit more intense, and challenging that animal inside him face to face every time as she taunted him to keep his calm. Oh the sinful shows she'd put on to "test his self control" Still, she'd know those slaps meant he wasn't done with her pussy, and that he was going to use it hard and mercilessly. She'd begged to be a toy, and tonight she was one. He was too hungry for this lean muscular body to go soft on it anytime soon... on any level. It was also a sign that her ass was going to get torn into soon as well. When he got into the mood to bruise her first it meant he NORMALLY intended to chain her helpless and use his toys to keep her spasming. It was a delightful thing he'd discovered. Vampires can't pass out. No matter how intense the pleasure, how relentless the torment... she COULDN'T pass out. She could frenzy from it, but well... his chains were strong and THAT was a ride he'd enjoyed a time or two, just burying himself in deep and letting her thrash and twist under him, taunting and riding her until she completely lost herself in a carnal beast. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 31. January 2014, 00:24 Post #23 |
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If she could've screamed, she would've, so the hand making sure she couldn't bite down was probably a good precaution as her back arched sharply with the first slap. The would be scream instead vibrating through her body, her mouth and throat flexing around him as instinct had her trying to close her legs, press her knees together to avoid the pain though failing as the attempt was only half hearted. Fighting him wasn't really in her nature when they played like this. The collar ensuring that. Instead her hands pawed at his legs again, short manicured nails leaving red scratches across his skin as her body thrashed beneath him, unable to stay still with the jolts of stinging pain each slap sent shooting through her. Muffled cries and whimpers, writhing and an almost desperate thrashing without having the freedom to truly move all that much were likely to only spur him further. She knew that well, and as so had no desire to try and hols back any of her reactions. Not when those reactions were as much a part of it that the rough play and the demanding nature. It hurt... But the trick was to never let the pain become unbalanced. Pain was always followed by pleasure... |
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| Toran | Friday, 31. January 2014, 00:41 Post #24 |
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He pulled out of her mouth and let out a rumble, smiling down at her. He could see the puffy swelling on that pretty pussy of hers and he wanted it again. He lifted her and gave her another slow, lingering bloody kiss, letting her taste him, his voice a soft growl into her lips. "OK Lilbit. Slide your sweet pussy down onto the cock rubbing against your belly and it's time for you to get a bite. Since you're being such a good girl." His hands slid down her body, cupping her muscular ass, helping her guide her legs around his waist so he could slowly push up inside her bruised and swelling body with a soft hmmm of pleasure. She was already slick with his last orgasm. It would normally take quite a while before he came again... but she did have a secret weapon. Still, at the moment he was craving to be between those thighs when he let go again, almost panting for it, his body shivering and shaking with barely leashed lust. He needed her to bite, needed her Kiss to drive his mind past the line and reset him, the pleasure would drive him so far past mere sexual pleasure that his addiction could calm even as they took him back to the brink again. And again. And again. She was becoming a master at driving him to the brink and then helping him come back. Getting her Kiss as a reward for NOT losing control definitely worked well to train him, that was for sure. He knew she'd be craving it. Hungering to sink her fangs into his neck and take his blood in a deeper drink that the kisses had given her. A part of him longed to have fangs of his own, so he could return the Kiss and the pleasure to her. To know she'd become as addicted to his blood as he was to her, to find a solid balance and partnership between them. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 31. January 2014, 01:07 Post #25 |
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Rewarding him with the Kiss had worked wonders for training him, just as his smile and words of praise when he called her a good girl or let her kiss him had worked like a charm in conditioning her reactions when she was in a submissive state. She whimpered when finally able to draw her breath, her arms trembling when he picked her up, letting them wrap around him just as her legs did. He smiled... and she absolutely melted, even as she winced when she did as he told her too, feeling him slowly slide back inside of her swollen, bruised folds. The soreness in contrast to the wonderful sensation of having him joined with her again, though the moan, muffled against his bloodied lips leaving no doubt as to how food it made her feel. Oh, oh he said he would let her bite... because she'd been a good girl. Fuck, anyone else calling her that wouldvw just gotten a stare, while hegot a shiver rushing through her body as her lips left his to trace along his jaw and to his throat where they'd linger while she started to move. A slow grind of her hips against his, one arm untangling from around him so her fingertips could dance across his shoulder and over his throat where her tongue was lapping at his hot skin. Mmm, she could smell it, the blood pumping just below the surface. Hot, rich, addictive... Infused with his desire and pleasure. "Please...?" |
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| Toran | Friday, 31. January 2014, 01:22 Post #26 |
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The muscular man shifted, walking them both slowly away from the wall. Slowly because she'd already gotten him worked up enough that his muscles were shaking slightly. He held her firmly and sat down upon the bed, laying his back against the twisted iron headboard. Shivering and kissing her mouth softly. "Go ahead Lilbit, you ride and bite. You've earned it." His deep voice was a husky, growling moan. If felt so good to be buried inside her. He could stay that way for a long time, but he was ready to feel her bite. It was that or he might slip over the edge and lose himself in the violent need to conquer and own her body in a savage manner. Better to have her trigger him now, reduce him to a shuddering puddle of pleasure. "Please Lilbit. I'm gonna lose it. Too worked up." There was a faint edge of desperation and hunger in his voice. A part of him WANTED to go over the edge. Wanted that total cathartic release to sink into carnality and never emerge. But he knew better, and she'd conditioned him, gradually. Because her Kiss would give him more pleasure than any hedonistic excess could. His voice had a deep mewling whimper to it. Desperate for the pleasure he'd only accept from her. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 31. January 2014, 01:35 Post #27 |
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Nearing the limit of his self control, she sank her teeth into the soft flesh of his throat with a groan of pleasure. Her own body trembling with the rush of blood that flowed to her mouth as her fangs pierced his skin and rewarded her with a liquid made even more precious to her because he gave it willingly. The high made her squirm in delight, grinding her hips against his and whimpering against his skin when that in turn had her feeling him moving inside of her still. Oh, he'd be pushed over the edge and into bliss, but she doubted it would be enough to wear him out for the evening. Because the look in his eyes had told her he wanted more. And she was feeling greedy, wanting all that he would let her have, even though she had to stop herself from indulging her desire to drink more than a mouthful. She wanted more. But not just his blood. The blood was a reward, though she crawled the build up to that reward just as much. Need. Want. Desire. Love. Trust. Surrender. It was with a whine of protest that she finally let go, sealing the wound with licks and kisses that allowed her to steal away the drops that might've otherwise escaped her. |
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| Toran | Friday, 31. January 2014, 01:48 Post #28 |
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Toran spasmed, as he always did when she bit. He COULD fight off the bliss, if he had too. He was stubborn enough to do it. But he'd never felt the drive to do it when it was Lucy biting. He trusted her not to kill him... and ironically he WANTED her to kill him... soonish. Not at the moment, though only because he knew it would get her in trouble and might well get them both killed if the temptation crossed the line too far. His body rippled beneath her and he climaxed with a low gasping moan, shaking and shivering, his frost-blue eyes closed as he panted and gasped, trying to stay under control, but it wasn't possible when her bite was taking him. The pleasure was too much, too great and so far beyond mere sex that his mind could do more than give in to it. He went totally limp and his cock filled her, and released again and again. He wasn't done, at least he didn't intend to be. But he had to take a moment to recover. Take some time to gather his wits about him once more. He didn't worry about not being able to regain the lust. She was simply too beautiful and too sexual for him NOT to want to spend and evening ravaging her. But for the moment while the pleasure was rampaging up and down his frame he was a limp rag merely whimpering and shivering. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 31. January 2014, 22:39 Post #29 |
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Sweet, addictive, hot blood... the lingering taste of him on the tip of her tongue enough to make her groan quietly while softly lapping up the little spill there'd been. The brush of a wet tongue and soft lips moving across his throat time and time again as if a cat might've done, well, except the kisses obviously, Licks, kisses, sighs of contentment as she nuzzled into him and felt him tremble beneath her while she listened to the pounding of his heart and the ragged breathing that would eventually begin to slow once he was able to regain some of his senses. Oh, she was bruised, and sore, but she felt amazing while she floated on that cloud of bliss that he'd brought her too while revelling in the taste of him. Sweet and precious... and her reward for having been good while he'd used her. Abused in some ways. The blonde trembled, whimpering there she sat curled up in his lap, still straddling him and feeling his body still joined with hers. The heat of his skin so hot it felt as if he was on fire while she continued to ever so slowly rubbed her hips against his in a small circle motion. She didn't say anything though, save for whimper quietly. Though no words were really needed to convey the way he made her feel. |
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| Toran | Friday, 31. January 2014, 22:52 Post #30 |
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"How much do you want to play tonight baby? Are we going to keep pushing the edge until I drop? Is it time for that? Because... I got close fast. Part of me wanted to hurt you more than normal, just use you until you broke. God your pussy feels good tight around me like that. I can't decide how I want to use your body. Any preferences to start round two?" His voice was a bit ragged from moaning. His fingers were unlacing the corset, he didn't want to tear it, she looked so incredibly good in it. Her ink clad body in just those sexy gloves and stockings was gonna look pretty good too. Mmmm.. He needed to bite those nipples. Kiss them. They weren't the largest breasts in the world, but they fit her athletic frame perfectly and she responded to their play so well, he had no need for a change in her. God she felt tight around his cock. No matter how many times he rammed it into her, she never stretched out, never loosened up. Each time was as tight and good as the first. It was definitely a benefit where he was concerned. Once the corset was loose enough he slid it over her head and drew her bare chest against him, he loved how her nipples felt picking through his chest hair. He wondered if she'd want the clamps today. They'd talked about taking it a step further, using needles, but they hadn't gone there yet. He didn't mind, any time with her was good. His body was shivering. Tiny explosions going on all along his nervous system. The Kiss had that affect. Set him on fire and for a while afterwords he felt like his nerves were just popping and dancing. God it felt good. He wondered if he'd still be so drawn to sex when he was turned. Or would his body grow detached and satisfied with the Kiss alone? |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 2. February 2014, 11:39 Post #31 |
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She whimpered softly when she had to sit up slightly, lifting her arms to let him pull the corset up and off her. The athletic blonde falling forward again to rest her arms on his chest and shoulders once free once more, her forehead coming to rest against his while she smiled with closed eyes. Her own body still trembling lightly, still flushed with the warmth her blood could bring. "Oh... I want to play until you've had your fill... until all I can think of is pleading for release and the taste of you..." she murmured the words, tilting her head to kiss him, licking her tongue along his bloodied lips to seal the cuts her fangs had caused him. And to savour the last precious drop of his warm life force. "I love you baby..." Lucy opened her eyes to look into his. "I don't want to be broken, but... I don't actually think you would" when he said he'd wanted to break her, she knew it was the tug of the darkness that had long since found root in him. But, she also knew that they, together, had found a sort of focus for it in the play they engaged in. Which was why she trusted him enough to let him hurt her, push her own boundaries and his. "You want me screaming both in pleasure and pain..." she nipped at his lip, the light scrape and tease of her fangs making itself known without actually drawing blood. Those big blue eyes staring into his and showing him that her trust in him was without question. No doubt or hesitation in her mind when she smiled and let go of his lip after a light tug. As for what she wanted... oh.. tough choice... there were so many things to chose from... "Tie me up... bite me... use the clamps... do anything you want just... please make me come again..." pretty please, she squirmed on top of him. |
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| Toran | Sunday, 2. February 2014, 14:05 Post #32 |
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He groaned at her sliding taunting beauty, purring into her lips. "Mmmm, ok Lilbit. You're going to have to ride the horse now.." He smiled and lifted her, carrying her in his arms into another of the bedrooms, one he kept closed off. What was there was steel and leather, molded to allow a person to lay belly down, their arms and legs dangling, or on their backs, if they could handle the joint extension. He laid her on her back, lifting the metal bar to lock it across her neck, so she HAD to keep her head down along the back of the leather pad. Each arm was pulled down and back, her wrists shackled against the legs of the horse. His calloused hand slid down her stomach, letting his nails drag enough to scrape her skin as he considered her legs. He could lock them down, or extend the stirrups and lock her open and exposed. He chose the latter, increasing her vulnerability. With the steel stirrups lifted and locked into place her legs were held spread open, every shackle made of hard, carefully sculpted steel, thick and hard for even their strength to break without leverage. His frost-blue eyes took her in, helpless. It made him hungry. She had started him on his newest erection with her murmured words in their bedroom, now he couldn't wait. He merely had to decide WHERE. He hummed, a deep wordless thrumming he knew would stimulate her. Even as he drew a steel vibrator from a toolbox bolted to the wall. A bottle of lube and he filled her backside, grinning to push it into her muscular cheeks slowly, turning it on to full. The vibration would travel, and he did so enjoy teasing her. Walking around her, letting it buzz away, he took another, lubing it and inserting it in between her muscular thighs he lifted a black leather pad and locked it up between her legs, preventing her from thrashing either of the toys out. Then he took down a simple black suede flogger, 2' long, dozens of lashes made of soft supple suede. His arm rose and he snapped it down across her body, leaving trails of red welt across her skin. "Like this? Shall I play with you like this Lilbit?" |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 2. February 2014, 17:09 Post #33 |
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All the time while he was strapping her in, those blue eyes remained focused on him, locked with his eyes as best she could manage. Though restrained and held down, there was a limit as to how much she could move. In face, once he had her strapped to the "horse" could barely do anything but at most squirm a little. She couldn't help but test the restraints even though she knew they could keep her down, the first toy being pushed into her making her flex and tug at the restraints but with no real effect save for the creaking sound of metal holding her back. The blonde whimpered and bit down on her lip as he turned it on, the second toy though breaking her concentration as her lips parted in a gasp upon the sudden feeling of being completely filled made her want to writhe and squirm again. It was so damn difficult to keep still like that, and the vibrations weren't helping her one damn bit. If anything, it just made it worse, though that was the point of it wasn't it. Oh God that felt good... it felt... it felt... The cry the sting of the flogger stole from her lips stood in contrast to the way she'd been quietly moaning and whimpering up to that point. The pleasure, that amazing sensation of being filled so completely, contrasted by the bite of the leather that was brought down on her body. Leaving red marks across her flushed skin. No.. no it wasn't fair and he knew it. Wasn't fair to do that to her and deny her the feeling of him. "F-fuck..." |
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| Toran | Sunday, 2. February 2014, 17:27 Post #34 |
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He grinned at her whimpering. His arm bringing the lash down across her breasts. He purposefully remained where she could see him. One calloused hand reaching down, cupping his balls and rolling them for her eyes, stroking down the shaft she wanted. He knew it would drive her mad. Then a look of pure delight crossed his face and he walked to the toolbox. "I almost forgot Lilbit... would have been silly to forget." He walked to her head and stroked her face softly, love matching the hunger in his eyes. Then he opened her mouth wide and slipped in the bit, a wide O in the center, tailed to ensure it wouldn't snag on his piercings. He placed it carefully, ensuring it was behind her fangs, not wanting her to snap one when she tried to bite. He continued humming as he tightened the strap around her head, locking the bit in solidly. Regarding her with frost-blue eyes the towering ghoul stroked his jaw and chuckled, scratching his beard. "Can't let you get too worked up and bite something that might not grow back, can we?" The implication was there for her, he wouldn't continue to torment her forever, instead she could well be in for another thrusting choking throat fuck... but they'd done it before. He also held out a slim blade to her, a tiny thing and set it on the leather padding, next to her head but clear of any way she might stab herself. It was another game they played on occasion, his "stealing" blood for himself. He kissed her eyes, nose, chin softly, whispering his love in her ear before he straightened up and shook the flogger loose again. Stepping back to the side, where she'd have a clear view of his 6'4 260 lbs tattooed frame, erect and swinging, his muscles rippling as he brought the last down across her breasts, her thighs, her shaking filled holes. His reach let him strike nearly anywhere on her locked down body from where he stood. The blows varying in strength. some hard enough to SNAP loudly off her body and leave brilliant bruises. Some a whisper of soft leather across her skin. No rhyme, no reason, no way to predict what she was going to receive. It was important, since this was HER turn to come close to losing control. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 2. February 2014, 17:51 Post #35 |
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He struck her again, the leather lashing across the sensitive skin of her breasts and causing the Brujah to arch, as much as she could, with a sudden cry. Her hands once more flexing in their restraints, the frustration of being unable to move adding to the sensations rushing through her body. The delightful pleasure of the toys, which stretched her, filled her and vibrated within her. And then there was the sudden stinging lap of the flogger which struck her skin. The lick of the leather particularly noticeable when it found those sensitive spots, like her nipples that responded to the bite of it a rather obvious manner. The pause gave her room to breathe, which, while unneeded, was still a reflex when she got exited and willed her blood to fuel her body. Pale chests, marked by red lash marks, rising and falling while she whimpered again softly when he brought the bit out, sliding it into her mouth and locking it in place, ensuring that she couldn't bite. And also ensuring that there was no way would be able to keep her voice down. Then he kissed her, each touch of his lips sending a small shiver through her body while he whispered his love to her, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. Though the sight of the blade? Oh that had her eyes widening for a moment as she tugged at the restraints again, whimpering in the back of her throat with no chance of hiding away from him in any way. Exposed to his eyes, she tried to watch him at first, wanting to see the emotion in his eyes. The desire and the lvoe and that sadistic glee he felt when he had her at his mercy like that. But the first strike was enough to make her gaze break away when her eyes closed tight with another tender cry as leather lapped at her flesh in a stinging strike. Once. Twice. And with each new strike he'd earn another cry. She'd arch when the strike was hard, she'd squirm and whimper when it was softer. The leather biting into a particularly sensitive spot enough to make her try to thrash while finding that she could do no such thing while he had her tied down. And it wouldn't be long before she would start to tremble. Both out of pleasure and pain and the frustration and "fear" of not knowing where or when the next blow would land. All she could do was whimper and cry out, time and time again while the sensations flooded her mind and her body, making her head feel dizzy, hazy really, with everything that was going on. |
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| Toran | Sunday, 2. February 2014, 18:13 Post #36 |
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Taunting her was half the fun. So when she closed her eyes, he stepped close, rubbed the head of his manhood inside the O ring of the bit, letting it touch her tongue, shifting it in just far enough that if she stretched her tongue she could lick around it. He trailed the flogger down across her thighs, stroking her soft skin with the soft leather. He draped the flogger across her hips and his strong hands stroked her muscles, massaging her thin muscular torso, squeezing firmly. With twin pinching sensations he caught her nipples up in the alligator clamps and grinned, resting his palms on her small breasts, grinding them and rubbing her torso softly. He slowly began to stroke deeper into her mouth, deep her throat, groaning with pleasure each time. His hands stretched down to to grip her muscular thighs and use her own locked down body for leverage. A deep growl rumbling through his frame, traveling down his arms and through her body as he began to thrust harder. He bounced off her face, but that wasn't a concern, now he wished merely to give her what she wanted, to give her the surrender she sought at his hands. He was hungry for it.. though torn between continuing this abuse, or moving aside a toy and taking her again. He could lift the padding below her head and stare into her face as he thrust into her body. That did it for him. He wrenched himself out of her mouth with a groan and lifts the padding beneath her head, forcing it up so she could look down the length of her lean form. Then he stalked around her. He had picked up the tiny blade and he traced it delicately down her body as he went, then when he was between her leg, he slit down the length of her thigh, a shallow cut. His tongue running down the length of it. Sucking at the blood that ran, even as he knew it wouldn't run much unless she wanted it to. He dropped the leather pad between her legs, pulled the toy fro between her thighs and growled as he replaced it with his cock, thrusting full and deep. He stared at her, stared into her face as he started thrusting harder and harder into her body, he reached down, grinding into her hard to unclamp the bit and let it out. He wanted to see her thrash and wail and bite at what she couldn't reach as he tormented her, letting it drop to the floor as he traced his hands down her frame. Once more gripping her hips and groaning as he started slamming into her again. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 3. February 2014, 21:02 Post #37 |
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Her skin was usually sensitive to begin with, though after the stinging lashes of the flogger every single nerve seemed to be standing on edge, making her whimper against him when he simply used the leather to brush across that sore abused skin. Making her shiver, a sensation that translated to her voice and the way her tongue touched him. And his hands.. oh she tried to arch into the warm touch of those calloused hands there they ran over her body, stroking her muscles and reminding him that he was right there with her while he began to slide himself into her mouth. Into her throat as he pushed deeper. God thing she didn't need to breathe really, specially when he grabbed her legs and used her for leverage while he started to actually thrust into her. What muffled sounds she could manage barely audible with the way he was using her mouth while leaving the torment of her body to the toys still vibrating inside of her and the clamps biting down on her nipples. And then, then he suddenly pulled away, although he soon enough made it obvious why he did as he moved around her, letting her feel the cold steel of the blade before it bit into her thigh. Not deep enough to actually harm her, though still not so shallow that it couldn't draw blood. The sharp sting earning him a whimper and tremble, in return for which he was rewarded with a few drops of warm blood that flowed from the shallow cut. Oh.. oh and then he finally let her feel him again. A sensation that, given his size and the fact that she still had another toy filling her, was near overwhelming when he first thrust into her. The blonde cried out, her voice turning to a moan when he pushed harder into her, allowing her freedom from the bit but not from anything else with the way she was still tied down and unable to really move much at all. She cried out again, her body feeling as if on fire while she tugged at the restraint in growing desperation, only to find that they were still holding while her voice was rising. He was so warm. Oh God he was big... And rough... And... And... She was starting to loose it. |
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| Toran | Monday, 3. February 2014, 21:17 Post #38 |
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He was growling softly, hammering her, stroking in and out as deep and long as he could, doing it hard and fast, letting her feel each and every ring and stud stretch her out as he pounded her body. His tongue was rejoicing with the taste of blood on her lips, his body rejoicing how tight she always was, and how extra she was with her other entrance filled with a steel toy. His frost blue eyes stared at her as he thrust into her over and over with a series of hard grunts. His calloused hands on her thighs were tight, squeezing hard to give him the leverage he needed to drill into her. One hand released her hip and reached up, taking one of her small tits in his thick hand and pinching the nipple hard, he moans, a loud deep rumble of sound as he pounds against her body. She was helpless. Her arms lashed over her head, her legs spread and locked down. She couldn't even do anything but stare at him, her neck locked in place and the padding holding her head up. All she could do was watch his long cock fuck in and out of her body or close her eyes. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 7. February 2014, 22:11 Post #39 |
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She tried, she really tried to keep her eyes open and for a little while she was able to. If only so she could meet his eyes, allowing him to see the emotions in her own blue gaze even as she tried to thrash and flex beneath him. Her arms pulling at the restraints as her focus faltered and then broke, causing her eyes to close tightly again while her lips parted in a cry. Her fingers flexed, unable to reach for anything to hold onto. Her back arched as much as it was able to even though the restrains kept her locked down, denying her the ability to truly move. The Brujah's voice laced with both frustration and pleasure with the way he was using her. Though, in her mind, he wasn't so much using her as he was sharing the moment with her. Elevating her pleasure with the pain which, while sometimes enough to make her whimper and plead, never went beyond what she was able to endure. It was a matter of trust. Her surrender based on the fact that she trusted him not to truly harm her. And while she knew she could taunt the beast in him enough to bring it to the surface, she still trusted him, because he had never allowed it free on her. His hand found her breast, and she let out a scream when he used his fingers to pinch the clamp around her nipple, causing it to dig into her sensitive skin with more force. The sounds of his voice, that dark rumble that made her knees weaken and her body tremble just by speaking, adding to it all by sending a shiver through her with his groans and moans. |
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| Toran | Friday, 7. February 2014, 22:34 Post #40 |
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Her explosion was all he needed to drive him over the edge once more. Unlocking her slowly, giving them both time to calm down he carried her to the bathroom, a warm shower and several warm embraces later he rested in bed, holding her in his arms and murmuring that nothing was more important to him that her. Stroking her hair and skin softly and watching her with warm frost-blue eyes. |
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