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Movie Night (ENDED)
Topic Started: Thursday, 21. November 2013, 19:14 (1,923 Views)
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He gave a soft groan, rolling his neck and producing a loud series of cracks from his neck and shoulders.

"Yeah, that is good to consider. I always had to be careful with ladies before, until I get this new strength under control... I don't even want to think about it."

That was true, for the most part, though the dark animal in the back of his head snarled with pleasure at the thought of soft broken flesh, crushed under the weight of his pleasure. He locked it away again and simply started stroking her back, grinning at her comment about his voice.

"I used to get the drama club in school so mad because I'd rather be rebuilding engines and looking over circuit boards than recite lines for them. Just wasn't my thing. I like WATCHING movies, not making them... though.."

His eyes twinkled warmly as he regarded her with his silvery-blue sparkle.

"Remind me to delete the evenings security footage, okay? Unless you're interested in a copy for yourself?..... I didn't know vampire girls could... Er... finish?"

It was awkward but he wasn't sure how to say it. Mac had always implied vampires could do the deed, but not seal the deal, so to speak. He didn't want to pry, but he figured he should do his best to learn all of the ins and outs of vampire life... and since he was in Lucy, it seemed like an appropriate enough time to ask.
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"What? You got friggin' cameras in here!?" she exclaimed, though even if she hit his chest it was done in jest as she couldn't help but giggle. "Christ... Well, that's a first... Never made a sex tape before" the still grinning woman laughed, letting both hands coming to rest on his chest while, in a rather cat-like manner, arching her back to the touch of his hands.

"I'm not even gonna pretend I know all there is about our kind. Though I think it depends on how close we are to our Beasts" Lucy leaned forward again, the way her hands were resting on his chest causing her arms to press her breasts together in a way that gave a bit of cleavage to look at, even with her rather modest B cup. "And how old they are... Mm, my body's still warm without using my blood, that alone makes me different from most. So, maybe I'm just a freak" she smirked in a manner that suggested she was quite fine with that.

"Who knows, who cares? I'm sure, if you're really curious you'll get the chance to find out sooner or later if you luck, or lack thereof holds true" because he was still quite the vampire magnet as far as she knew.
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He chuckled helplessly, unable to take his eyes away from her form... and her cleavage, drawing another of those deep humming sounds from the back of his throat.

"I see... yeah, I keep surveillance on the entire place... Probably got two or three angles on this hot form..."

His hands glide up and down her back with a smooth grip and a deep purr of satisfaction.

"What is the Beast?"

He was getting distracted, neither of them had shifted their thighs and the piercings were acting as a sort of reinforcing ladder within her, keeping him from sliding out despite not being fully hard, he couldn't say he objected, the feeling of warm flesh was comforting to him. He didn't want to consider drawing more vampires to him, it was a bad habit, though... he had to admit, if they could all take a beating the way she could, he might find himself sliding down some carnal paths.

Shivering slightly he focused his mind and attention on her, away from the darkness. He'd never had such a hard time keeping his darker drives in check, he wasn't sure why it had been growing harder for him to deal with lately. But he had to appreciate her presence, the encounters were draining some of the pressure to do... wrongness... from his system.
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"Mm..." how to explain that.
She thought about it for a moment or two, not entirely sure what wording would be the right one to make him understand. He was still new to this, that his Domitor hadn't had a chance to explain everything yet was no surprise. It was a lot to take in.

"When you shredded my clothes?" Lucy, still leaning against him, tilted her head to the side, the Ness of pink and bleached hair falling down into her face. "Did you feel an urge to do more? A craving to see how much I could take? A desire to see if you could make me scream, not in pleasure but in pain? Something dark crawling up from the shadows of your mind, primal and raw?" might be he hadn't, but perhaps if that was the case, he might still recognize the feelings she was trying to describe to him.

" That is the Beast, those dark cravings wanting to hurt and destroy and kill... Pure instinct, nothing else. It only cares about itself and its own needs. In my kind it's a constant threat that tries to pull us away from our humanity, making us less and less human... You'll feel it, being a ghoul, but nowhere as strong as a Kindred does" some humans could definitively tap into it too. She'd seen some examples of mortals that were less human than some of her kind.
It was not a pretty thing.

Lucy shifted her hips slightly, just enough to remind herself they were still joined as she groaned softly.
"I'm sure Sawyer will be able to explain it better though.."
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The big man groans at her shifting and clamps his hands convulsively on her hips. He had NO desire for her to go anywhere just yet, except perhaps in the vertical sense.

"Yeah. I've felt that. You... calm it. I guess. This, I mean. Knowing you can handle yourself, that it's welcome. Makes it easier to deal with this sensation. So that's the Beast. Good to know... and"

He grins and purposefully rolls his hips beneath her while keeping her ground down onto him.

"While my bond with Sawyer is pretty damned strong, for now... THIS style of conversation seems a lot more pleasant than my service to him. I think he's more of a... beer and movies while rebuilding a car... sort than..."

He leans close to her near and rumbles softly, just for her.

"Discuss the depths of the supernatural while impaled on my cock...sort."
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Soft lips parted in a sharp intake of air, fingers curling into the remains of his shirt there they rested in his chest even as her head fell forward to rest against his shoulder with a quiet groan.
That so wasn't fair, the way his hips ground into hers, the way the rumble of his voice made her shiver. It didn't help that she now knew why she liked his scent so much.

That blood... That sweet, amazing blood that pulsed so close to the surface.

Lucy bit down on her lip, eyes closed while she smiled.
" Mmm... Lucky me then" the Brujah pretty much purred, nuzzling into him and soaking up that warm delightful feel of his hands and body. The heat of a mortal was still amazing to her. Too bad this one belonged to someone else as she had to admit to herself she might just have considered taking a ghoul had she come across him sooner.

"Very, very lucky..." she repeated in a murmur, seemingly in no hurry to move away. Why would she want to do that when right there, in his lap, felt as good as it did?
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He smiled and lifted her enough to hitch his hips and bring himself up into her with a sudden bang, using the motion to rise to his feet. He kept her down tight against him and chuckled warmly

"I think I'm the one who's been getting lucky..."

He walked slowly, a bit wobble kneed over to the largest of the chairs, the one with the remotes built into the arm. He shifted and lowered himself into it. One hand slides one of her legs up tight against her side, the other holds her close, then he rolls his hips slowly and while doing so, he turns her body until her back is against his chest. Now that her hips are tucked down and her ass is curled into his pelvis he brings her back down fully and locks an arm across her hips like a belt. Not so hard as to hurt her, but enough to keep her unless she struggled.

Purring in her ear he nips her neck softly.

"I think... it's time for that movie. Shall we see how long we can focus on it?"

He touches the play button and wraps his other arm across her bare torso, resting his large hand across her shoulder and curls her near-warm flesh against his own sweaty musculature. He really DID want to enjoy more than just ravaging her slim body... but gods did he want to keep doing that too. If one thing being ghouled at taught him, it was that half stimulated like this, he'd be hard and tormented for hours until it got relieved, so he felt like sharing the torture in the most wicked way he could imagine.

He'd left her hands free and as he leaned back in the chair, his arms around her in an odd seat belt like embrace, he hand to wonder how long she'd be able to just... relax and enjoy being filled. Even if they just stayed like this for a long time, he'd be enjoying it.
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Turning her around he would, at least until he pulled her back against him, be able to see how the colourful asian inspired tattoo sleeve of her right arm continued up over onto her shoulder where it seamlessly melted into an intricate backpiece. For while definitively made by two different artists, they had both been designed so that they somehow worked together. The colours of the sleeve was continued over into the backpiece at the top before fading into shades of black and gray for the main piece, leaving only the flowers to pop with colour.
The artwork, and it truly was a piece of art, rippled as the slender muscles beneath her skin flexed and stretched.

As for her concentration? Mmm, that was going to be difficult...

He wrapped his arms around her waist and body, pulling her in and filling her again, stealing a barely controlled moan from her as she bit down on her lip and took a moment to simply try and focus before relaxing back into his embrace. Yes this was definitively going to be a viewing of Army of Darkness she wasn't going to be forgetting any time soon.

"I think you're having entirely too much fun with this" the Swede murmured with a teasing grin, finding that keeping from squirming was more than a little difficult. The fact that the taste of his exquisite was still fresh in her memory didn't help one damn bit either. But.. she could appreciate the "torment". At least for as long as her focus managed to keep up.
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He rested his head on her shoulder, his appreciation of the way her skin was painted with ink showing in a stiffening of his own distraction. His muscles tightened both under and around her body slightly as he held her back against him.

"Oh.. I'm enjoying this immensely..."

He smiles and the hand around her waist shifts, his fingers lightly tracing up and down her side, toying with the hem of her skirt, his nimble fingers brushing the lines of her ink, picking out the small scars left by the needle.

"Maybe you could design something for my back, you definitely seem to know your art..."

In a pure and innocent movement he shifts his back, loosening his muscles. The fact that she's impaled upon his hips and the motion would roll him within her was clearly not at all a factor in the way he was relaxing. Obviously he was just a man cuddling on a chair with a beautiful woman trying to relax. His dark butter smooth voice continues.

"Though... you might have given me a fetish for naughty school girls..."
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If anything, the girl had enough tattoos to choose from and they had all been tied together somehow so that nothing looked out of place or miss matched.
The Asian inspired sleeve in amazing colours that travelled up her arm was, as previously stated, made so that it melted into the back piece where the colours where gradually exchanged with black and shades of grey, leaving only the flowers painted in colour. Then there was the tattoos that travelled up her right side over her ribs, the delicate floral work tied into the back piece where grey work turned to colour again. And while not directly tied into any of the other pieces, the second floral artwork that covered much of the outside of her left thigh, seemingly held in place by a tattooed on garter.

The styles did vary, but they'd been masterfully tied together. It was on her skin for eternity, so of course she had taken care when she had gotten them done. The only thing she regretted was the fact that she couldn't get more.
Of course, there were a couple he couldn't see, even with the current lack of clothing. But, new ones was an impossibility.

"Mm, I could definitively design something for you if you like. Think you'd trust me to ink you?"

She liked his reactions, a small sound of pleasure telling him as much even as she leaned against him and lifted a hand to reach back so she could play with his hair while she rested against him.
Of course, relaxing was somewhat difficult with his oh so innocent movement to draw her attention. Not necessarily a bad thing, but, she did need a moment to gather her thoughts enough to answer him.

"That's... uhn... not a bad thing is it? I sort of like this outfit... although I need a new top I think" Lucy giggled turning her head just enough for her eyes to look into his over her shoulder.
Yes, that voice of his still had her knees going all weak. Though, other things had also contributed to making said knees week that night.
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"Well, I'm not so dumb as to agree to it without seeing it. But you seem to know your art. I had a friend say that you never trust a mechanic with a new car, a tattoo artist without ink or a computer guru with a mac."

He grinned and tightened his grip again, his hand sliding down beneath her skirt, fascinating him with the way his tattooed flesh slid beneath the pattern of her skirt. Still innocently resting on her thigh. His other hand briefly squeezed her shoulder, even if his thick forearm was brushing across one of her nipples.

"And no... It's not a bad thing, as long as I stay away from Catholic Schools...and I think the top you're wearing now is a damned fine one myself... I'm partial to it."

His voice was relaxed, a deep growling purr. The darkness in his mind took that thought and went dancing, but he channeled it into his effort to see her composure break as he relaxed, conversed and watched the movie. He loved this part.... heh... screwheads...
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He really was making it difficult on her simply through the little things he was doing. The way his calloused warm fingers moved across her flesh or the way his arm brushed across her nipple when he squeezed her shoulder. And the growling purr... that sound vibrated through her body and stirred the fire in her which, while currently but smoldering embers, was slowly growing stronger.

Uhm, what was it he'd said? Oh right...

"Well... I didn't bring any extra clothes so glad you approve" Lucy chuckled, her own fingers lightly playing with his hair while her other hand rested on the arm wrapped across her chest.
It was turning into a pleasantly distracting evening to the Swede whose thoughts had forgotten all about the problems of her previous night as there was no room for such worries in that moment. There were of course other things she really ought to keep in mind, but how could she spare such things any thoughts when she was much too busy enjoying herself. Enjoying him.

Movie... She managed to keep some level of attention focused on it, even if her eyes were turning heavy with the quietly but insistently growing frustration. The girl every so often finding herself biting her lip with a quiet moan under her breath despite her best efforts. Okay, so maybe not the best. It wasn't as if she was really objecting to any of it.

"I wasn't expecting you to get quite so... enthusiastic.."
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"I have a few shirts you'd be able take, though we might have to use a knife to cut them down to size for you. I can't say I object to you like this. I may need to institute a uniform code for the shop. This is a good look for a long of women... school girl skirt, leggings."

His voice was a little distracted himself. Her muscle movements were... stimulating. He took a few deep breaths and reminded himself that it was a challenge. A contest to see who would break first. He was eager to see how long she'd make.

He started rolling his fingers on her shoulder after he felt her nipple beneath the muscles in his forearm, knowing it would make the muscle ripple and dance across her tender flesh. His calloused fingers massaged her thigh softly, staying away from her filled entrance, just massaging the meat of her thigh.

He flexed his back again and shifted his hips, making it look like he was just trying to settle deeper into the sinfully soft lazy boy and had no designs involving his heavily pierced steel bound member and her body.

"I suppose this new found enthusiasm I'm feeling will take some getting used too."

He rumbled out with his deep dark voice, his mind floating slightly.
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No, no designs at all involving that. Just as the way she bit her lip and "adjusted" herself to be more comfortable with a roll of her hips, was in no way meant to be anything more than that. Right?
Trying to bite back the whimper though when she did that was the biggest challenge, but she did managed, if albeit barely, while still appearing relaxed(ish). The hand that had been playing with his hair drifting down to let her short, yet still manicured and pained nails, scratch idly across the side of his neck.

The Swede's mind was drifting though to places that, while soothing and tempting, were just as dangerous as they were desirable. A smile once more gracing her lips while she played with those thoughts.
Why was it that some of the things most desirable in life had to be the most dangerous? Couldn't, for once, things be simple and straight forward? That would've been nice. Really nice in fact.

"Yeah... though I'm sure you can manage" possibly, maybe, that he still had energy left from earlier was actually impressive, even if he was a Ghoul. "You just need to mm.. learn to let off steam every once in a while"
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He chuckles softly and holds onto her body, continuing to massage her thigh and tease her with his thick rolling forearm muscle. But he couldn't speak for a while, just breathing slowly, trying to keep it cool.

"Since, the blood... I've been nearly constantly hard. It's been, massively distracting. Part of what happened with that Margo girl. My mind was all foggy with lust. Been easier since you helped me... blow off steam..."

He grinned and moaned the word in a deep rolling echo into her ear, slowly shifting his hips with each word, obviously and deliberately tormenting her.
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"Then I'm... glad to be of help..." no, really, she was. She just didn't want him to win this round even if it was so very hard to think when he did that to her. The rumble of his voice causing a light shiver to translate into the touch of her hand there here fingers lingered at the side of his neck.
"Too bad I didn't meet you sooner..." the words kind of slipped out. And while speaking her mind was all good and well, there were some things that were better left unsaid as she had no desire to have him or his Domitor thinking she was trying to poach him. That would be a whole new level of trouble she did not want or need.

This? She just wanted it to be simple. Or as simple as it could be all things considered.

On the massive screen, a poor car was being turned into a medieval weapon of war to battle the legions of undead.
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His control was starting to splinter. He had to wonder if being undead gave her an advantage. His breathing was growing a bit ragged. He leaned back on the chair and lay his head back on the upholstery and working on keeping calm.

"I can't figure out if you'd be getting me into more trouble... or keeping me out of it. But... I am glad we met, and I do... have say... I am so glad you're willing to help... provide.. therapy."

He was sweating and almost dizzy with the effort it was taking to remain calm. He had to slip his hands from their place, sliding them up along her bare torso and taking her shoulder, his skilled hands starting to massage her muscles.

"What's it like... to be fully, a creature of blood, not just part, like me?"

He was both genuinely curious, and seeking to keep his intellect going, to help calm the beast in his mind. For she had given him a name for it. Beast. He knew about ghouls and their lusts and savagery, he'd helped them wait out the blood cravings long enough to know what it was, but he never knew WHY it was.
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Yes, she might've had a slight advantage on him, having as much control of her body as she did. Though, with their previous athletic spur, her willpower was rather frayed compared to what she preferred it to be. The Brujah already having exerted her will and self control to the point where they needed a little time to recover. And so while he was slowly caving, so was she. Her only "hope" being that he gave in before she.

"I uhm.." focus already, focus.
The Swede tried to find something to focus on, the movie not really doing the trick any more as her determination wavered. "I was never a Ghoul..." so she couldn't exactly say just how different they really were outside of what she'd been taught.

Focusing on the way his hands were massaging her shoulders was not helping. Neither was focusing on his ragged breathing. That didn't help one damn bit actually as she bit down on her lip again a little harder, trying to use the sting of pain to distract her.

"It's... strange at times... frustrating with the limitations you have..." Lucy murmured, flexing her thighs in a manner that had her shifting in his lap, flexing around him. "It's different... more than anything it's just different... So I can't really say if it's a good thing or bad.."
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He shakes slightly, massaging her shoulders firmly, closing his silvery-blue eyes as he tries to keep himself calm. He wanted to tear her body off his, hurl her down and claim her lush backside, to see the skirt ride up and hear her screams... but he didn't.

His strong fingers simply massaged the flesh of her shoulders while he took slow deep breaths, trying to regain his composure. His steel ringed manhood made it clear he was not losing interest in any way, in fact, if anything it reflected the sudden surge of dark passion through his system. But he kept it under control, a faint tremble passing through his fingers.

"How...easy... is it to not kill?" His voice, always dark and smooth, was now a raw growl, almost feral, clearly working on staying calm. "To... walk the balance of eternity as a woman, and a beast?"

It was intellectual curiosity, but it was also the awareness that without vitae, he went right back to dying, maybe faster than before. It was base selfishness to be willing to trade the blood of others for eternal existence, but he'd been living on the wrong side of the law for over a decade now anyway, the wrong side of church wasn't that different. So he told himself.
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"It's..." easier not to kill than it was to keep her cool in her current situation, that much was for certain, but the words just sort of got caught in her throat and wouldn't make it past her lips.

She really really didn't want to give in. Or rather, she really did want to give in, but she didn't want to be the first to do so. But she couldn't recall having been with someone seemingly as stubborn as she was, and that was complicating things.

The Swede tried to focus her mind, but all it wanted to focus on was how he felt, how he sounded, how he smelled as her senses were all caught up in the moment already and paying little heed to what she actually wanted them to do.

Fuck...

"I..." she closed her eyes tight, admitting to herself that his stamina by far was better than hers. "Give..." and that was all she really could manage as far as a coherent sentence went at the moment.
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