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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 28. January 2014, 20:26 (1,393 Views) | |
| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 7. February 2014, 23:34 Post #41 |
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IT was a good thing he was strong, because after a round like that, she wasn't. So when he unlocked her and moved to pick her up, her arms merely draped around his shoulders. The blonde lightly clinging to him as she was carried to the shower to be washed and then to bed where he pulled her into his arms while stroking her hair. She smiled, one hand reaching up to brush the back of her fingers across his cheek while looking into his eyes. "You're smiling..." the blonde chuckled softly, the collar still around her neck unless he'd removed it. A warm glow to her skin, her body perfectly relaxed and curled into his under the soft warm sheets. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, still smiling, still heh... still a bit sore, still a bit bruised and still with those red marks across her skin. Though smiling. |
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| Toran | Friday, 7. February 2014, 23:43 Post #42 |
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"As cheesy as it might sound, I was just thinking that I love you, and that I'm lucky to have you." His deep voice was softy, contented as he stroked her back and hair, holding her against him. She made him happy, helped him vent demons and made him feel safe enough to be sure they weren't going to take control of him. His dedication to her was... complete. Sex with another person happened when he got pushed towards it, but she had his heart and soul, completely. "I had a good time at that drive-in movie with you. I'm really glad we went. I hope it was a good birthday for you." Went without saying how good she'd looked riding him in a leopard print dress, pulled just low enough to peek her breasts free. He was pretty sure a couple of people had spotted them, but so far as he could tell, nobody had said a word. Least he hadn't heard any complaints. Still, it had been a good cap to a lovely dinner and drinks. He wondered if he should try and come up with some kind of date for them to share again soon. She'd probably appreciate getting out of the house with him at HIS suggestion for a change. He could do that for her. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 9. February 2014, 22:58 Post #43 |
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She nuzzled into him, curling up with a warm smile to her lips, one that was reflected in those blue eyes that look up at him with adoration. A part of her would always wonder how much of his emotions were his own, how much of his feelings for her was his and how much was due to the blood. But whenever those thoughts struck her, she would remind herself that he had asked to be hers... that he had wanted to be hers... that he had told her he loved her before the bond was complete. "I love you too... so much" Lucy reached up to brush a hand across his cheek before chuckling softly and biting her lip . "And yeah, that was a very nice birthday. How'd you know anyway? I didn't think I'd actually told you it was my birthday. I didn't want you to feel like you had to do anything special" though Hell, she might've mentioned it at some point, she couldn't remember. "You already do so much for me..." she said softly, brushing her leg against his there she lay, savouring the warmth of his body so close to hers. |
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| Toran | Sunday, 9. February 2014, 23:25 Post #44 |
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"Might be I did a little research. Might also be that you started panting "fuck me baby, fuck my birthday pussy" around the seventh or eight time we had sex that night. I think it was when we pulled over behind that break down point outside of city and I had you bent over that log... remember? Your arms were twisted behind your back and held together at the wrists and you were daring me to shatter the log by fucking you through it? .... I have a feeling you were feeling a bit randy from all the attention. Or maybe tuxes get you aggressive?" He teased her in his deep voice, a chuckling grin on his lips as he kissed her, stroking her back. He slid her up onto his body and let her lay across his stomach, one thick leg between hers as he stroked his hand down her back, cupping an ass cheek softly each time. Smiling at her as he teased her. If she'd been human he knew she'd be aching too hard for any more activity, but he KNEW Lucy, intimately at this point. He knew she'd be eager the moment he grew hard beneath her. At times he thought she might be within a hair of being just as much an addict as him. More focused perhaps, requiring a commitment to trigger. He wondered... would she still crave him when he wasn't human? He wondered from time to time. But, he knew that if her bond to him was as strong as his to hers, they'd be the perfect team, unable to betray each other on purpose. It was the strongest marriage he could think of. He kissed her softly, his tongue toying with hers, his piercing flashing. He stroked her sides and hips softly. He had to admit, if she was eager to go again, he was pretty sure he could rise to the occasion. That was never really a problem where she was concerned. Sometimes he thought if she simply commanded him to harden he would. It didn't occur to him, that with her bond dominating him, she COULD order just that. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 9. February 2014, 23:48 Post #45 |
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Oh... oh she nearly blushed, biting her lip and sort of half hiding her face against his chest with a grin. Wasn't her fault he made her act like that! He just sort of... had that effect on her, damn it... And while she'd never been shy in bed, she hadn't been as open before as she was with him. Which in turn had surprised her when she'd first realized it. Guess they brought out a lot in each other. As always, she was easily moved, always loving it when he kept her close, and she did so like laying on top of him. That way she could share his warmth, still be in his arms and hear his heart beat as well as feel his breathing with the way his body moved. "Uhm... I think it's just you, actually" the blonde smiled at him, her hands on his chest, her chin resting on her hands there she rested ontop of him. "I've never been with anyone who makes me feel so.. free" she hoped he understood just how much that meant to her. "Being with you, I find I just keep wanting more and more... And not just se, though that's pretty damn nice" Lucy chuckled. "But all of you..." she smiled, reaching up to brush her fingers through his hair even as he pulled her in to kiss her. The blonde closing her eyes with a quiet smiling hum as she returned the gesture with soft lips and a gentle tongue. Her body arching to the touch of warm hands tracing her skin. |
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| Toran | Monday, 10. February 2014, 00:44 Post #46 |
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"I know what you mean love. I've had lovers before, but... never one that makes me so passionate and adventurous as I've been since I met you. I know part of it is the vitae, I'm not stupid. But you MAKE me want to be strong and powerful and in control. You've made me stronger, whether you know it or not." He kissed her again softly. Then again, his hands stroking her backside and hips softly. His voice was a deep cavernous rumble he pressed against her mouth. "But.. I like when you lose yourself, just a bit to the animal inside. When you give in to your passions... and I like knowing that I inspire those passions. Because you do it for me. You give me freedom and color and the sky... I don't mind it being a dark sky as long as you're walking beside me. I have to admit... I'm pretty fond of all you too." He proved it too with his grip on her ass, lifting her, shifting and driving himself deep into her with a slow hard thrust, kissing her fiercely while doing so. He slid his hands to her ribs and lifted her, fanning his large hands across her sides, his thumbs finding her sensitized nipples with a groan of love. Looking into her eyes. "Now ride Lilbit. Ride until you knock me unconscious with that powerful body of yours!" He roared the last with a smile. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 11. February 2014, 19:41 Post #47 |
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Red lips parted in a gasp when he lifted her and then drew a moaned shiver from her as he thrust himself inside of her like that. Slow, but sudden all things considered. Leaving her trembling for a few moments as she bit down on her lip and looked at him with blushed cheeks and a slowly growing smile. "You got such a good smile, you know that?" the blonde said in a breathy whisper as she'd arch her back while she sat upright, feeling how the movement had him pushing even deeper inside of her. She had to admit, for al she loved it when he took control, it was still such a nice feeling to be able to see him. To watch him being the one to writhe beneath her while she rolled her hips in a slow steady movement that that let control the speed and intensity of it. Her hands resting on his chest, she scratched her nails lightly over his skin with a heated smile to her parted lips. The look in her eyes one of love, of adoration and a passion that was slowly rising in her again. Not that it ever really faded, it just... grew stronger when she was with him. When he showed her he wanted her, needed her. "And such a good laugh..." the blonde chuckled, though it was cut short by another moan as he felt her tremble above him. Her fingers pressing against his skin as she bit down on her lip. |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 11. February 2014, 20:13 Post #48 |
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He let out a deep rumbling sound suspiciously like a purr and stretched his arms up over his head, folding his hands behind his back. He grinned at her, flashing that smile and his frost-blue eyes were focused on nothing but her. Every so often he let out little rumbling moans as she shifted and moaned, but it was clear this was HER show, and she was allowed to do whatever she wanted, he wasn't planning on stopping her. "Do I? Most people say I laugh like Tim Curry from Legend..." The words came out a touch less cavalier than he intended, she was driving his concentration a bit hard and while he WANTED to sound casual, his deep voice came out a bit husky and just a hint of strain on it. Still he could watch her forever. Muscular form twisting and swaying. She was a beautiful woman, the ink merely adding color and delight to a form already honed to athletic beauty. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 12. February 2014, 12:56 Post #49 |
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"The Devil in Legend.. is pretty fucking hot though" she grinned, because as far as devils went, Tim Curry's version was definitively one of the top ranking ones. Though still nothing compared to the man underneath her, who seemed to be insisting on playing "nice". To which the blonde wondered how long he'd be able to keep it up. Hm... Now that could be a fun little game... Lucy smiled, the fangs visible behind her blood red lips as her hands slowly withdrew from his body, to slowly trace up her thighs, up her body and to her breast. Deft hands rolling squeezing the soft flesh while keeping her eyes locked with his. The steady rhythm of her rolling hips accompanied by a light arching of her back as she moaned and bit her lip. What? Putting on a show? No... Never... She'd never try his self control like that. And she certainly wouldn't let one hand drift back downwards to play with herself while riding him as she was. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 12. February 2014, 13:55 Post #50 |
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He threw his head back and chuckled at that. His Lilbit, was a touch warped. Though she actually wasn't the first woman he had heard declare the hotness of Darkness. Some women will just always go for the bad boy. His thoughts were derailed by her show, his frost-blue eyes following her movements like a laser on target, a deep mmmmm of appreciation running through him. Gods above and below she was a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman putting on one hell of a show too. He smiled and watched her twist, rock and ride, moaning a little at her nimble fingers at work. But it was definitely worth watching. Couldn't imagine a better show, especially given the perks he was getting from the way her hips were dancing. Oh he was a happy happy happy man. And he was getting just what he wanted. After all, he did want her to try and knock him unconscious with her beautiful form and this seemed like a good start. He rolled his hips beneath her, rocking them up and down slowly, giving her back some of the pleasure she was giving him. His thick muscled stomach flexed as he did so, thrusting himself up into her. He moaned a deep groaning drone of bliss. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 13. February 2014, 22:52 Post #51 |
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The rolling motion of his hips earned him a soft gasp. A smile spreading across her lips again soon after as the hand that had been playing with her breasts slid upwards, fingers dancing along her throat before brushing over lips, touching the tip of her tongue while she continued to watch him. The blonde had to admit she liked the look in his eyes, the way he was watching her, still seemingly determined to keep his hands away from her, leaving her in charge. Blood red lips parted, her fangs gleaming in a smile before she wrapped those sweet soft lips around one of her fingers, moaning softly while she wiggled her hips a little for him. Still arching and stretching above him in a slow rhythm accompanied by the sounds of her voice and breathing. Seemingly enjoying herself oh so much. Specially with how he was reacting. Although, heh, she still wanted to test his resolution. How long before he didn't want to stay passive? "Oh Toran..." mmm, the finger slipped from her lips, her head falling back as she let it leave a wet trail down her throat and a long her collar bone. The one still playing with herself enough to make her whimper even though in all fairness, most of the whimpering she did was his doing, not her own. That slow sensual swaying of her body not at all deliberate while she panted and moaned, movign the rhythm up just a little, but still slow enough to draw out the sensations and the moment for as long as she possibly could endure it. |
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| Toran | Friday, 14. February 2014, 15:21 Post #52 |
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His thick hands gripped the iron bars that were twisted into patterns to form the headboard of the bed, but he managed to keep them there, even as he groaned and rolled his hips beneath her, taking deep breaths and occasionally thrusting up into her until their hips met with a solid smack. His voice was a deep throbbing presence in the room. "Mmmm... doing good Lilbit, but you're supposed to be knocking me out. You can do it harder than that. Don't you just want to slam up and down, let go, take it as hard and fast as you can?" His voice was a soft teasing purr as he stared at her with his frost-blue eyes. Daring her to keep her show going, to really cut loose and use the thickness buried into her, even as he rolled and shifted beneath her to make sure it kept driving up deep inside her. He taunted her, purring and smiling. He was challenging her to let go, to give up and let abandon wash over her. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 18. February 2014, 00:16 Post #53 |
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He managed to draw a chuckle from her as the blonde suddenly allowed herself to fall forward, her hands catching her as they came to rest on his chest and shoulder. Her face stopping but an inch or less from his as she grinned at him. "You're awfully demanding..." the Brujah grinned, her nails pressing against his skin as she leaned over him, dipping her head to brush her lips across his and nipping at them lightly. Her fangs, sharp and deadly and oh so pleasurable, visible behind those blood red lips of hers. "Maybe I should be the one chaining you down..." Lucy teased, her hands tracing along his arms before sliding beck down to brush over his shoulders. One hand returning to rest on his chest with the light bite of her nails to distract him, while the other slid down under his head to flex her finger sin his hair as she started that rolling motion of her hips again. Those blue eyes of hers, staring into his as she picked up the speed a little. Watching him the entire time as she would occasionally dip her head again to nip at his lip. The light scrape of fangs teasing with what they could bring, though not giving him the release of her bite. Not just yet at least. She was simply enjoying the current situation far too much to want it to end too soon. "Oh f...." okay, so maybe her concentration faltered a little as her eyes briefly closed with the way the movement of her hips had him filling her time and time again in a way she hadn't known possible until she'd met him. Mm... and to think, the first time? Heh.. she'd been worried he'd be too much for her. And now, now she didn't want anyone but him. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 20. February 2014, 14:23 Post #54 |
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One hand came out from behind his head and slapped her suddenly and hard right on her muscular ass. Then it gripped her hard cheek and started to slam her down harder, faster, his hips rising to meet her aggressively, a heavy rumble emerging from his deep chest, his voice a growl. "I said FASTER Lilbit!" His other hand came around to join the first on her ass, lifting and driving her down, impaling her over and over, moving her as fast as he can up and down his steel girded shaft, his blue eyes staring at her face as she writhed and twisted in pleasure. Her teasing nipping lips were stirring him harder, not that he needed much to stir him harder. There was a good chance from the pace and the force he was putting into it that they both were have bruised hips and thighs, though his would last longer than hers. It almost seemed that he was at risk of cracking his own hips from the sheer aggressive force he was putting into her body from below. His breath coming in heaving gasps. She'd already caused him to climax this evening, each time delaying and extending the time it took to reach it again. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 20. February 2014, 23:05 Post #55 |
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The slap stung like Hell, causing her eyes to flash open, crimson coloured lips parting in a gasp that greedily sucked in the air even though it barely made any sound at all. It most surely cause a reaction in her though, the flash of fangs hidden behidn those lush lips of hers clearly visible as her nails pressed against his chest while she pushed herself up. His hands on her ass guiding her hips, setting a rather quick and rough pace while she arched her back with the way she'd pushed herself up with her hands on his chest. Please. Pain. The blonde couldn't take her eyes off of him, nails digging into his skin, leaving rough scratches with the way she was trying to hold onto him, to keep herself from collapsing on top of him. A feat that was easier said than done all things considered, her arms trembling with the effort but as of yet refusing to give in. The position mean her fangs were out of reach of him and of his blood, but that was a tease as much for her as it was for him. Because the promise was still there, and he'd feel them soon enough, he knew as much. Because eventually the Brujah with the steel resolve would cave, she always did when he took her, claimed her the way he now was. She would get so worked up the only thing she could think of was to bite. But for now? For a little while yet as he kept that bruising rhythm going, he would get to hear her voice rather than feel her fangs as the cries of the Swede filled the room and echoed off the walls. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 26. February 2014, 01:13 Post #56 |
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She managed it too, driving his mind so far beyond things that he passed out. It was good for him to have his top blown off every once in a while. As their last night of passion as mortals, it would definitely go down as a memory he'd hold on to warmly for the rest of his existence, however short or long that might be. |
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