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| Topic Started: Thursday, 21. November 2013, 19:14 (1,924 Views) | |
| Toran | Thursday, 21. November 2013, 23:51 Post #21 |
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The big man groaned into her mouth and almost, almost lost it. He came within a hair of hurling her to the floor and mounting her.... but his will was sturdy and despite the force that pushed on her from underneath, he restrained his motions to catching her neck in his tattooed hand and holding her head against his, his other hand, hot and calloused slid up along the thigh and under the skirt, seeking to repay a bit of the frustration she was granting. He hadn't even hit play yet... |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 22. November 2013, 00:06 Post #22 |
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Oh, right, Ghoul.. he... mmm.... Never mind actually, this was good, this was very good. The groan earned him a light shiver. The vampire offering up no protests to being held, and certainly no protests to the way he was reacting. In fact, because he was reacting that way, and because he appeared insistent on paying her back for the frustration she was causing, she made sure to squirm in a manner that would let her grind against him lightly. She had honestly gone there for the company and a movie. But, it was still early. They could still watch a movie once their focus was regained. |
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| Toran | Friday, 22. November 2013, 00:11 Post #23 |
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He took a deep breath, keeping his hand active and pulled away from the kiss and leaning back in the chair... his silver-blue eyes gleaming as he rumbled out in that same deep deep smooth voice, starting to get an idea of what exactly it did to her. "Since you wore a skirt.... .do you want to hear me sing?" His voice was a devilish rumble, wondering if she'd remember the joke he made on the rare occasions in which he might sing. Either way he was enjoying her grinding and it elicited a dark groan from his throat as he shifted, his sweatpants bunching up. His brain was sparking with thoughts of how many things he could do to a woman like this... and reminding himself he was a good boy. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 22. November 2013, 00:20 Post #24 |
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Who ever said he had to be good? He leaned back, and she leaned with him so that when he spoke she was pressed against his chest in a way that let him feel how another shiver moved through her before she nipped at his lip with her teeth. A playful but also intrigued smile playing across those lips of hers as he caught his lower lip between her teeth and held it for a moment, the light bite just enough to sting a little but not enough to actually hurt him. "Please" The movie wasn't going anywhere. That was the joys of actually watching it at home. You simply had to hit pause, or in this case, just not press play. Those green eyes of hers were smiling as well, staring back into his with a touch of excitement and the kind of curiosity that told him she clearly wanted to see what he could do. |
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| Toran | Friday, 22. November 2013, 00:26 Post #25 |
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The man leaned back in the chair and shifted to the center, then his thick hands lifted her up like a toy as he lay his head across the back of the head and lowered her body right onto his face.... He was a good man... and his rumbling voice combined with a tongue stud did some truly amazing things to the bones in a woman's hips, he had discovered... But for as long as she could hold her place and he could manage to keep the rhythm to breath, he'd indeed serenade her. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 22. November 2013, 00:44 Post #26 |
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| Toran | Friday, 22. November 2013, 00:47 Post #27 |
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The big man might have chuckled, it was hard to tell. His jaw was busy and he seemed to be rolling his voice up and down to the depths of his range and back, like a singer doing warm-up scales. His palms gripped her thighs firmly to hold her in place. For once, he relaxed. He actually stopped worrying about his own body and focused on what he was doing. A fascinating question popped into his head. Can a vampire faint? Toran didn't know. He knew she didn't need to breath, which, frankly would make what he was doing easier, but he managed to get a steady simple rhythm going. But he wasn't sure what her body tolerances for pleasure would be. So the large man just relaxed back on his chair, held her above him and hummed with his own earth shaking vibrating voice. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 22. November 2013, 01:01 Post #28 |
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| Toran | Friday, 22. November 2013, 01:08 Post #29 |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 22. November 2013, 01:31 Post #30 |
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| Toran | Friday, 22. November 2013, 01:37 Post #31 |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 22. November 2013, 01:55 Post #32 |
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| Toran | Friday, 22. November 2013, 02:04 Post #33 |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 22. November 2013, 02:34 Post #34 |
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| Toran | Friday, 22. November 2013, 02:50 Post #35 |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 22. November 2013, 12:07 Post #36 |
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| Toran | Friday, 22. November 2013, 13:20 Post #37 |
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18+ "So.....I.....like......watching....movies.....with......you...." He started to chuckle even as he held her body against him, convulsively shaking. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 22. November 2013, 14:18 Post #38 |
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Her legs still wrapped around his hips, she was still trembling although the solid grip of his hair and shoulder was slowly weakening. Her hands turning gentle even as she let out a lingering little sound of pleasure and curled into him as if she wasn't already as close as could be. Her mind quite happily lost in the moment while the sensations lingered. The rolling sound of his laughing voice enough to warrant her own as her body shook with the movements of his. However, there was one little thing she needed to do. The Brujah leaning forward so to close up the bite wound to his shoulder while savouring the last few precious drops of his all too tasty blood. It made her want to bite again, but she had already done something she shouldn't have. And had she bitten again in that moment she knew she would've been hard pressed to stop herself from drinking her fill. Fuck... She had bitten hard enough to leave a bruise behind though. Edited by Lucy Fehrer, Friday, 22. November 2013, 14:45.
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| Toran | Friday, 22. November 2013, 15:53 Post #39 |
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He shifts around until he's sitting on his backside with her straddling him. He regards her shredded top, skirt and leggings and felt a surge of lust. It was going to take some time to get used to being like this, so... carnally hungry. "Well, that was... very good. I hope I didn't hurt you. At some point I'm going to calm down enough to enjoy spending time with a beautiful woman WITHOUT turning into a cave man on her, right?" His voice was musing, as though he wasn't quite sure he WANTED to give up that carnal lust that left him firmly locked between Lucy's legs. But he was also wistful enough to admit he'd like to be able to spend time with a girl and just enjoy her company. After all, she had great taste in movies. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 22. November 2013, 16:21 Post #40 |
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"Mm, you didn't hurt me" the woman in his lap leaned in and brushed a kiss across his lips, her own still carrying the faint taste of his blood. "Though I feel I might've opened the flood gates, hm?" she chuckled, still feeling a bit shaky, though in the best way possible. Pulling back again, a hand was lifted to trace across her lips, seemingly not caring one damn bit what he'd done to her clothes. Still more than comfortably straddling his lap. "You should be able to learn to control it. Given a little time" Lucy smiled, that intoxicating taste of his blood still fresh in her mind as she gazed into his eyes. Did his domitor even know? She honestly wasn't so sure, because she couldn't picture him allowing her time with his ghoul if he did. No... surely he would've looked after the man as the treasure he was. "Though if you bring a mortal girl home, you might wanna hold back a little" or he might accidentally end up hurting someone. "You'll hear no complaints from me, but then again, I can take it" she grinned, giving him one more slow roll of her hip before letting herself lean forward enough to linger with her nose but an inch from his. "God, that voice of yours is hot when you growl like that..." |
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