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The Wrong Way (Dylan and Roisin CLOSED)
Topic Started: Saturday, 22. March 2014, 01:09 (529 Views)
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Dylan led the Irish bron woman to a beat up looking work van, with no side windows, and heavy tint on the rear door windows. The Piper flashed her a grin thinking the tipsy girl looked adorable wearing his faded leather jacket. He opened the door for her, and helped her inside like a true gentleman.

Inside the Van was dark, when Dylan turned the key, she may have caught a glimpse of the mattress in the back of the van. There were a few trash cans, with various cleaning supplies, a couple of boxes of .45ACP ammo, and two guitar cases. Dylan leaned toward his prize, his lips teasing her neck, before with blinding speed his hand grabbed her seat belt and clicked it in place.

The degenerate pulled his own seat belt on and flashed a dangerous grin. "Can't be to careful, we got my ma's baby boy in here after all." The van rolls through anarch territory before stopping at a shady looking hotel. The place clearly does not see alot of business. Dylan parks the van up front and gives Roisin a one fingered gesture idicating he will be back in one minute.

If she were to follow him inside she would notice that with a c harming smile the Piper gets a room key. He would lead her toward room 113, parking the Van a few doors down, in the empty lot. He smiles at her again his eyes searching her body, hungrily.

Dylan removes a few blankets and a roll of duct tape from the Van, before tossing her the key to the room. Inside there is a single bed a small table, an old tv and a bathroom with a dripping sink and running toilet. Dylan turns on the lights with hum oddly, before he begins taping the blankets over the windows, in an attempt to sunproof the room.

When finally his task is complete he takes a seat on the edge of the bed, he pats a spot beside him and gives her a look that almost makes him look like an innocent teenager, though the clever Irishwoman can likely still see the danger in his eyes.
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The alcohol was slowly fading within her but she was still not standing steady on her stilettos. His leather jacket warmed her up just that bit but she couldn't wait to get somewhere inside to warm up completely. Why had she decided to wear shorts and just a top? A few hours of the day were missing in her mind. It was a good thing she had left George a note she wouldn't be home for a while. George was probably thinking she was scouting a new place for a job or something.

So in her black stilttos, black ripped shorts and her top now covered with Dylan's leather jacket the small woman followed the vampire. Once in the van she indeed noticed the mattress and the other stuff lying around. With a frown she looked at him but every worry quickly disappeared when he leaned closer. His lips brushed her neck and she smiled happily. The moment quickly passed when he strapped her seat belt around her and drove off. The man was dangerously delicious! He gave her that feeling of taking and losing control. Like falling and getting up and falling again over and over and over...

Roisin didn't follow him but waited for him in the van untill he returned and parked the van. When they got out she caught the key and frowned again. Duct tape and blankets? This was getting a bit too kinky. Slight worry grew inside her but his eyes pulled her out of it. He looked at her like she was his prey and luckily she was till drunk enough to go with him. It was doubtful whether she would have done this in a sober state of mind.

Inside the room the blankets and duct tape made sense. He created a sun free room for when the sun would wake up in a few hours. This room was far from romantic but it was at least warm and quiet. She stood against the door and watched how he sat down and before walking to him she locked the door and tossed the key on the table. She shrugged off the leather jacket and dropped on the ground. "Want to know a secret mister vampire?"

A sly grin appeared on her face while she kicked off her shoes and stood in front of him. There was nothing innocent about him and she knew it! That was exactly what turned her on. Her white top with the words "Fuck me I'm Irish!" was now full on in his face like a command. The human leaned closer and whispered. "I'm not wearing any lingerie." she giggled and ran a hand through his hair.
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Dylan grins as the girl lingers at the door. She had an innocent look, but the teasing way she let his jacket slide off of her suggested to the Piper that this girl was more aware then she let on. The degenerate watched her saunter toward the bed, reading the words on her shirt with a smirk as her breasts were pushed toward his face, thinking to himself I certainly will.

Dylan pulled Roisin on top of him, falling back on the bed. "I want to know all of your secrets, love." His lips found hers, kissing her with a forceful almost dangerous passion, pausing only long enough for him to say. "I'm not wearing any either."

He held on to the girl, enjoying the feeling of her body on his, the bed squeaked and groaned as if complaining about the couples movements.
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The human let out a tiny shriek in surprise when she fell upon him due to him pulling her along while he let himself fall back. The noise of the bed was already telling them what they should do. It was commanding her to indulge in the lust the Toreador created within her. She gladly kissed him back and pressed her body against his. She probably felt even warmer to him than she really was just because his body was cold. Her heart rate slowly went up. It was beating the rhythm of her desire.  

"Not all my secrets love... I would love to keep a bit of my mystery." she whispered. Her hands slipped under his shirt rubbing his chest while kissing him. What had George explained about certain abilities? She could be lost in a dream right now but focus was far from her mind right now. She wanted him to own her. The girl pushed herself away from him and straddled him. While sitting straight she took off her shirt and revealed her naked torso. Only thing on her body now were her shorts. She watched him with her blue piercing gaze. Taunting him as if to say 'do you dare to take my challenge?'.  

Her hair was still held back by the red bandana. She took it off and threw it on her shirt before taking a rubber band out of her pocket to make a quick pony tail in order to keep most of her curls out of her face. There was a strawberry scent swirling around her from her body lotion. Her right index finger traced the edge of his trousers teasingly creating a warm glow on his cold skin. She bit her lower lip and waited for his next move.
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Dylan looked over the half nude woman with a wolf like grin, that touched his hungry eyes. His hands went to her waist as she straddled him. He sat up for a moment taking the 1911 from the small of his back and setting it on the nightstand. If Roisin was a gun fan she would notice the beaver-tail modification, along with the Ergo wooden grip and the military style trigger.

The piper pulled off his shirt and leaned up on his elbows, his eyes met hers as she toyed with his pants teasingly. Was she challenging him, was she daring him? The degenerate would certainly call her bluff. With one hand plasnted firmly on the dingy matress the other traced along her side, a feather light touch along her ribs before cupping her breast. He teased it and felt its weight before his hand went to her back. Light pressure urging her to lean closer, when she obliged the piper took her breast into his mouth. His tongue flicked across her nipple sending a jolt through it, though before she could react to that surprise, his fangs tore at the soft flesh of her breast. The Toreador lapped at the blood eagerly. He pulled his mouth from her and leaned back just enough to meet her eyes. He pursed his lips with an evil grin, curious if she would kiss him with the red of her vitae still warm on his lips.
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There was a moment, a very small moment for only a second maybe two that she had a touch of fear in her eyes when she saw his gun. This could get a nasty night and not in the sexual sort of way. His chilled hands travelled towards her waist until he removed his shirt. She smiled and pouted her lips in an approving way as if to say she liked what she saw. And she indeed liked very much what she was seeing. The earlier touch of fear melted away. His soft touch made goose bumps appear all over her body and a silent giggle escaped her. She loved sweet and gentle touches like this but she didn’t mind it a bit more expressive in touchy behaviour. His curious hand went from her breast to her back and she gladly leaned closer towards him. His mouth captured her breast and caused on instant moan to flow from her lips but the intense feeling got hijacked by a sharp pain that made her gasp for air.

Did he just bit her breast? He fucking bit her breast! With a somewhat shocked look she stared down at him when his eyes found hers. Watching her own blood on his lips made her feel a bit uneasy and she swallowed before taking in a deep calming breath. ”Fuck it. she whispered and she answered his questioning lips with her own. As long as it was her own blood it couldn’t do any harm. It was a bit the same as when you cut your finger and you put it in your mouth to prevent messing around with your blood while trying to find a bandage for it.

The kiss was odd to say the least. Her warm lips, her warm blood and his cold lips that had taken in the bit of heat from her body. It was intoxicating. She wanted more of him! More of this! Her tongue twirled around with his and her hands entwined together in this hair. Her pelvis began to rock back and forth against his lap in slow movements to urge him to stop teasing her and just take what he wanted. Why did the bad things always feel the best to conquer? Or was he conquering her instead of the other way around? Her hard nipples were scratching against his bare chest while she kept kissing him.
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Dylan's hands continued to roam over her body, his fingertips light against her skin. The Degenerate smiled when the goosebumps came, it was a small thing but it brought a wide grin on the piper's face. His lips brushed hers again, his eyes catching hers, and holding her gaze, as his hand moved to work the button on her shorts.

Dylan sat upright and gave her shorts a little tug, smiling as she lifted her hips to make the task easier. Her shorts were tossed aside with little regard. The piper chewed his lip as he looked his prize over, she was fully nude now.

He brought his head down, kissing little circles around her navels, he let his breath flow, warm and tingling agait her inner thighs. Then finally, carefully he let his lips brush he sacred area. Dylan was careful to keep the rough scruff of his facial hair from his most sensitive of areas.

The Toreador let his tongue join in the action, letting it tease her clit once before tasting her finally. He looked up at her with a grin that seemed far more boyish than dangerous. He undid a single button on his pants and motioned for her to do the rest.
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Curious hands were fumbling with the button of her shorts. She pushed her hips against him and let him take off her shorts without any resistance at all. No use in pretending she didn’t like anything he wanted to do with her. She stretched herself backwards and loved how he kissed her abdomen. She nearly squeaked when his lips found their way to her love area. The way he looked at her was so difficult to get out of her mind! Damn! If George knew about this he would be pissed but there was not time to think about her future master. Dylan was all that mattered right now and how his tongue teased its way down and made her moan shortly.

He created breath on her skin which made her shiver in short and quick shake. Then it stopped and she saw his gaze again. It was hypnotic to look at him. He made her drown in his eyes. With a grin she looked at him. ”What now? Mister vampire can’t take off his own pants?” She was clearly teasing him back. Two could play that game. ”Weird, seeing as you had no trouble at all taking my clothes off.” she smirked.

The Irish girl got up and pulled him along with her. Compared to him she was small. Her tiny frame against him while her hands opened his jeans and pushed them down till it was around his feet. All he had to do now was kick them away. She jumped up and threw her legs and her arms around him. She was a light little girl and knew he could easily hold her. She kissed him intensely, eagerly. Her kiss begged him for more.
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The piper had barely stepped out of his pants when Roisin flung herself at him. He caught the lithe naked girl with relative ease. A smile was on his face, as he wrapped an arm under her bum to support her. his other hand brushed his hair from his face. His eyes met her again holding her gaze, before he brought his lips to hers, he let them brush against hers gently teasingly.

His blood rushed to his member, she could feel it's stiffness pressing against her as he held her. When the degenerate finally grew tired of waiting he took her, his lips pressing against hers parting them, his tongue entering her mouth, wrestling with hers.

He lifted her a bit, his free hand holding his member steady as he lowered her onto it, entering her slowly. He let a moan escape his lips the sound muffled by their kiss. He relaxed his grip on her, still giving her support, but letting her find her own rythm as she rode him while he still stood there, holding her, and kissing her with a new found passion.
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Her legs were hooked around his waist. She enjoyed his body against hers. It reminded her of when she was with Sean. That first time wondering why he was so cold. Those questions were now answered and even though she knew this was a bad idea she couldn't resist him. She couldn't resist Dylan! Kissing him back was like searching for heaven. Their tongues twirled around each other. Her hands clasped together at the back of his neck, holding on to him.

The Toreador was gentle while forcing his way in her. Her pleasure box got filled and started to spread a tickling sensation through her body. A fire burned inside of her, making her warm and wet. She moaned and kept kissing him while he slowly moved her hips on him. The Irish blonde closed her eyes and threw her head back. Moans rolled over lips while she gyrated her hips against him. She needed more support! She needed to feel him more, deeper.

Lost in her sensual sensation she looked at him. The blue eyes sparkling at him. Her cheeks were flushed with a red colour. She bit on her lower lip and closed her eyes again. "Please..." She had no idea what she was begging for. Her nails got pushed in his shoulders while she hung back and kept moving against him. Pushing herself up and down his hardness.
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The Piper groaned as the girl rode him, but he could sense her struggling. He knew the girl needed more support and so he carried her to the desk, the little lamp falling to the floor with a crashing sound, followed shortly after by the sound of breaking glass.

He thrust himself deeper inside her then, his hands gripping her thighs and pulling her closer to him. He bit his lip as he concentrated, finding a rythm with the girl. He grinned as he head hit the wall and the girl blushed a little. "I don't think we have neighbors, and if we do we should make them jealous."

He took a step back so her bum hung over the edge of the desk. He kep her from falling by holding her legs tight against him. He thrust into her, slowly until his pelvis touched her then pulled out inch by inch, her repeated the process trying to tease the girl who had likely adjusted to the faster pace.
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When he moved she laughed softly and held on to him. She kissed his neck and sighed in joy so her warm breath caressed his cool skin. She felt the desk under her and leaned her arms upon it while hearing the lamp break. The back of the desk banging against the wall only turned her on even more. It was the sound of their love game and when he mentioned making the neighbours jealous she chuckled and closed her eyes.

Roisin loved the fast pace they had set but when he gripped her hips and thrusted deep in her she gasped and moaned loudly. He slowed his moving hips down and it was wonderful when the rhythm changed. It made her shiver and squirm beneath him. Her small frame was covered in goosebumps of pleasure. The Irish girl felt him pull back slowly to push back in hard and deep motions. It made her whisper his name and beg for more.

"Oh Dylan! Dylan... I want you!"

Her voice was trembling in between her ragged breath. Her body was warm and sweat started to trickle down her back like little pearls rolling down. Her cheeks were red and she bit her lower lip while throwing her head back and making sensual sounds to tell him she was enjoying this. Her belly tickled because all of the butterflies flying inside of her. Her legs were firmly around him. She catched him in his lap with every thrust. Her pelvis was rocking with his. His moving inside her made her breasts bounce in sync. Strands of hair fell loose and decorated the side of her face. She blew a few strings out of her vision and stared hungrily at him.
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Dylan thrust himself inside her, a prideful look as she moaned out his name. He grinned at her as he felt her tighten around his member. His eyes moved over her breast watching them sway. his hand moved to caress them as he kept his rhythm.

His hand moved the hair from her face tucking it behind her ear, he slowed his pace and leaned down to kiss her. He pulled himself out of her and pulled her close to him, letting her head lay on his chest as she caught her breath. "Grab the desk love, time to really make sure the neighbors know our names."

When she complied he stood behind her, lining his cock up at her now slick entrance he entered her slowly, a grunt escaping his lips. he pushed himself into her fully until his pelvis met her ass. He pulled out slowly and then entered her again, repeating the process each time increasing the tempo. His hands went to her waist then guiding her into his thrusts.
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Fuck! The Toreador made her go crazy. He was so good, so soft and so demanding. Just how she liked it. Nothing could compare to a vampire. It was so different. Maybe it was that touch of danger that made it so intoxicating. Even though his actual touches were like satin the way they moved on her body, caressed her breasts and finally how he brushed the hair out of her face. It made her smile so innocently while what they were doing was anything but innocent. She whimpered and pouted when he stopped and pulled her close. Her heart was pounding hard making it difficult for her to slow down. She rested her head against him and took a few deep breaths. Her arms wrapped around him, gently rubbing his back while a tiny shiver spread through her body.

Slowly she looked up at him and blinked. What was he up to? His intense deep gaze and loving smirk he had on his lips made her forget every doubt and so she immediately obeyed and turned around. Her sweaty back was against his torso before she bend over and grabbed the edges of the desk. His hands tickled her hips the moment he entered her. Slowly and deeply in her wet cave. She loved how she heard him grunt and how he claimed her body. His hardness took her and his hands made sure she felt the right rhythm and the careful thrusts. How was it possible he knew what she loved so much and how she wanted it?

Only hours ago she had been hanging from a roof, terrified of him and now she had surrendered to him letting him take whatever he wanted so easily. Too easily. He was dangerous for her mind and her body. The human arched her back and moaned loudly. Each push inside of her fastened in pace and went just that little harder. She offered her precious love treasure to him and didn’t regret it for one second. On the contrary she yearned for each touch he could think of this night. Her soft moaning changed in whispers. Whispering his name. The whispers changed in regular talking how she wanted more. The talking eventually evolved into almost lustful screams and loud ragged moans.

There was no doubt about it that everyone would hear what they were doing especially with the desk bumping against the wall. She could feel just how her body started to react again. The pit of her belly cultivated a warm and fuzzy feeling. If he kept this up she would quickly reach the end of her pleasure ride.
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