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Topic Started: Monday, 25. November 2013, 05:15 (2,575 Views)
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Monday, 9. December 2013, 23:09
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18+ He couldn't take it anymore. The hand in her hair pushed her face down against his thick shoulder. He knew she'd bite, it would be instinctive given how bad she wanted to. Even as he drove her body down onto his the Kiss sunk through him and he reacted, a shuddering shaking spasm of joy that worked through his body from two directions at once. Rising and falling. It reduced him to a sort of iron puddy. He could barely maintain his pose, yet his entire figure was locked, the pleasure so great he could barely shift or move as a result. He relaxed his hands off her wrists, let go her hair, his arms falling to brace behind him on the floor as he arched beneath her.
His body arcing hard until knees and fingertips were the only parts of him touching the ground. The only thing holding her in place was the shaft penetrating her. It was a strange pose, her pale form draped across his torso, her face buried in his neck. A deep groan rolling out like a dark thunder that threatened to shake the room, blotting out the sounds of Bruce Willis causing an explosion.
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Monday, 9. December 2013, 23:23
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18+ Ah, yes, poor Bruce Willis had been completely forgotten in the middle of everything. Drowned out and closed out along with the rest of the world as her senses got lost in the overwhelming ecstasy that was her lover. Warm, strong, alive and so very sweet, as even when he took, he gave back even more with the way the intoxicating taste of his crimson life force flowed from the wound her fangs had created, past her lips and across her tongue.
Eyes closed tight, the Brujah's aching arms, now free, circled his waist so she could cling to him with her entire body. A moaned sound of utter bliss muffled against the shoulder she'd bitten into with enough force to bruise the surrounding flesh. She hadn't meant to, it had just... happened when the last shreds of her restraint had been shed with his approval.
Seconds, minutes? It could've been hours for all she knew, when those deadly sharp fangs finally slipped from his skin with a whimper. The Brujah's body still trembling there she held onto him, not really having noticed how they were posed because heh, other things had been a bit more important to her.
"Toran..." the sound of his name swept across his shoulder with a warm breath as she kissed the puncture wounds and licked them closed with a tender touch. Though she didn't lift her head, but let the brush of pale lips linger where they were, less than an inch from where she'd bitten.
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Monday, 9. December 2013, 23:36
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The big man flopped onto his back with a soft sigh, his hands encircling her and holding her there. He wasn't sure if they were quite done. She had definitely finished him off, but he knew the drives that had been tormenting him and the strong blood flowing through him had a tendency of making it easy for him to become aroused again. For now he stroked her back with one hand and cupped her ass with the other, his silver-blue eyes closed.
"Damn Lucy... you know how to close the deal, that's for sure. Kind of wish I could give you the same kind of joy. Not possible for now. But at least I can help sustain you."
He was taking slow deep breaths, a faint flutter in his chest and a hitch in his breathing indicated just how much energy that had taken from him. He was fortunate that she didn't bite him more than once a week. He wasn't sure he could sustain the energy they used up if it happened more often. Though, the part of his body still trapped within her would be more than happy with more frequent time. He squeezed her ass in his hand firmly, keeping her hips locked down on him. He planned on making it damned clear he wasn't done with her. Part of him wanted to use her until the dawn. Keeping her his prisoner. He wouldn't go that far, but he had several more hours of night left and he wasn't done by a long shot.
He wanted her blood. She'd taken from him and a big part of him wanted to do the same. He knew he couldn't He was Sawyer's ghoul and unless that changed Sawyer was the only one he'd be feeding from. But his limbs had a faint tremble to it and he couldn't deny that craving. He could however, change it, and the firm round ass in his hand gave him a way to release the tension.
"We're not done yet though Lilbit. I think we're gonna go all night."
She had put him in the mood with her teasing txts. He'd managed to ease the tension with his jog, with seeing Mac, but it was still there. Still craving her body.
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Monday, 9. December 2013, 23:46
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"You..." she brushed her lips across his shoulder, over the spot when she just moments earlier had buried her fangs. The skin was a little bruised from her bite which had been a bit harder than she'd intended, but it wasn't too bad. He was pretty damn enduring himself, even though he was mortal. "Bring me plenty of joy..." mm, her voice trembled a little, but it also carried with it the smile of her lips as she said it. Her arms still around his waist, resting her hands on his back where she could scratch her nails lightly across his skin.
Mmm... he was warm, sweaty.... She parted her lips and traced her tongue along his throat for a moment with a low happy purr that ended in a high pitched squeak and a giggle when he squeezed her ass and caused her to squirm slightly. Something which instantly reminded her that their bodies was still joined.
"All night?" Lucy grinned into the corner of his neck, listening to the sound of his beating heart and the sound of his breathing, feeling it as well with how his chest would rise and fall with her resting on top of him. "What else did you have in mind?" because while still trembling, while her world was still that of a nice little cloud of bliss, she couldn't help but be curious when he said things like that. Specially considering how she had briefly thought it might've been too much when she'd bitten into him.
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Monday, 9. December 2013, 23:56
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He looked at her, his silver-blue eyes half closed, almost burning in their intensity.
"Do you trust me?"
His voice was a deep purr. He shifted and was forced to slide free of her body. He rose to his feet and kicked away the sweat pants, peeling off the shirt and reaching down to lift her body completely free of the ground, cradling her in his arms. His lips brushing hers. His skin was flush, almost feverishly hot. A low tremble seemed to radiate through his muscles. The look on his face was pure male, pure lusty, hungry male.
He started walking her into his bedroom, to the huge king sized bed with it's twisted iron frame, solid enough to withstand even a potence fueled shaking. He watched her face, wanted to see if there was trust.
"I want to tie you down, tie you up and make you twist and writhe as long as I can."
He was taking slow deep breaths, centering his body, centering his system. Seeing how close to the dark side he could push himself but avoid going over it. He had no intention harming her. Just engaging in the sort of bedtime games that mortals did, though, admittedly with a darker twist, one that acknowledges her immortal nature and ability to endure what mortal women cannot. He didn't know that most kindred lost their sexual drives, that she was abnormal in her high humanity, that she was lucky in her ability to feel pleasure. If he had he would have valued her all the more for it.
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Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 00:18
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The answer was easy to find, it was in her eyes despite her better judgement, because seriously, fuck better judgement. All that ever did was spoil the fun things in life. And she was, if anything, determined to live her life to the fullest, even as an undead. As such, the words were spoken in a warm breath against his lips as he picked her up and carried her from the living room towards the bedroom. "I do" two short words, though they still managed to promise so much in their simplicity.
Better judgement be damned. There was a first time for everything. And the Brujah found that she wanted to see just what he'd do to her because she did trust him. Because regardless of the fact that she didn't know him as well as she might given time, she honestly believed she had to desire to truly harm her.
Maybe it was naive. The drives and the desires the blood could awaken in people could be overwhelming. But, he could've hurt her already if he'd wanted to and he hadn't. He could've done more with the way she'd fallen asleep in his arms the first time she'd come over, leaving her defenceless and weak. And he hadn't. So... yes... she trusted him.
Lucy smiled when when he said he wanted to make her writhe and twist, giving him the a light brush of pale lips across his in return. "Please..."
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Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 00:28
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The big man lay her down in the center of the bed and grinned, his smile devilish even as his eyes burned with a combination of lust and focus at odds with his easy going manner. Opening the closet he pulled out four lengths of heavy chain with thick leather shackles. He was methodical, chaining her down spread eagle. Each limb attached by heavy chains, including a loop that passed around the leather shackle, the chain leading back to the twisted iron rods that made the four corners of the bed. She chained her face down, his hands stroking her back softly. Then he slipped a thick hood over her head, a leather belt wrapping around the neck and locking it firmly, his voice deep, soft next to her ear.
"Are you alright Lilbit?"
If felt right, the nickname that came to him. When she was like this, submissive and soft, surrendering. He enjoyed Lucy for how vivid and alive her personality was. This soft accommodating woman was Lucy, yet another side of her. He'd kneel across her back, his large hands massaging her muscles, thick fingers working her frame, stroking down the bones in her arms, fanning across her shoulders. She could feel his arousal, but it was his intention to massage every inch of her frame before he took any more pleasure.
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Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 00:46
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She watched him from the corner of her eye the entire time, chewing her lip lightly as he chained her arms to the bedposts, then her legs. Her fingers flexing and giving a slight pull of the restraint to get a feel for them as the leather was tightened around her ankles and wrists. And then the world turned black as the hood was pulled over he head, depriving her of her sense of sight and stealing a low gasp as the belt was tightened around her neck, though not enough to be uncomfortable.
"Yes..." he couldn't tell, but she closed her eyes as she rested her cheek down on the bed again, letting out a soft moan as warm hands began moving over her body, tracing her tattooed skin and massaging her muscles in a way that appeared designed to turn her to putty.
It was working, the much was obvious with the way she relaxed underneath him. Quiet smiling sounds turning to small groans when he worked her back and shoulder. A slight squirming the most she could really manage, laying spread out and tired down a she was, so, she squirmed, just barely.
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Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 00:59
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18+ He shifted back, straddling her legs and letting her feel his manhood along the split of her ass, his hands massaging her back and ribs slowly. She could feet the warm steel of his piercings and the hardness, she could tell how aroused he was. But he still used his long reach to massage down each arm slowly, across her shoulders. Taking his time to loosen each muscle in her back slowly. His hands even slide underneath her to massage her ribs and sides. He's careful though, to stop his fingers just before gripping her breasts. Tormenting her with slow sensation, leaving her sexually charged, without gratifying her.
He had plans to use her body, strapped down as she was he could enter her and simply stroke her for as long as he desired, or claim her ass for his own use, but not yet. For now a cold oil was dribbled on her back, the scent of cloves and vanilla filling the room as he worked the massage oil across her skin, loving the way the slightly oily shimmer made her tattoos stand out like paintings. His calloused fingers were still sensitive, picking out the scar tissue that rests beneath the ink.
He briefly lifted and turned around, massaging each leg, each foot, slowly. His hands sliding up, oil covered to caress her backside, even while he teased it with his manhood. He wanted her body completely limp and mellow before he took more pleasure from it. He listened for her little moans, using them to guide his hands, when to squeeze harder, when to go soft.
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Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 01:17
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18+ Lucy didn't quite know what to expect, she had played around with lovers before but not quite like this.
The darkness deprived her of her sight, though it heightened her other senses, making her all that more keenly aware of how he was touching her and how he felt. The way his body was pressed against her, the way every stroking movement of powerful hands across her flanks, along her body and arms and legs, simply drained the power from her muscles and left her a quietly moaning puddle.
The oil was a very nice touch, her initial reaction to the coldness having been a small intake of air before she'd relaxed into it. Instinctively wanting to arch to his hands but finding that no... she didn't actually wish to move even that much as she let the scents relax her as much as his touch did. The lingering smile carried across in the soft moans she gave him in return for his affections.
It was such a wonderful tease, having him turn her to complete mush while at the same time hinting at what he truly wanted, what he could truly do with her, to her, now that she was shackled down and at his mercy.
She shivered softly and flexed her finger gently in the covers. Sighing as she exhaled.
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Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 01:31
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18+ The oil served another purpose, lubrication. He shifted once again until he was kneeling between her legs, his hands lifting her hips so he could slide into her, it was slow, agonizingly slow, one steel ring length at a time. And just as slowly withdraw. He'd noticed the piercings, while great for increasing the stimulus for his lover, decreased his own sensation slightly. Not enough to rob him of pleasure, but enough to give him a degree of control he hadn't anticipated.
So he slowly, methodically held her hips and rocked in and out, one slight inch at a time in, and back out in the same time. It would be slow, it would be drawn out. The entire time he continues massaging her back and hips softly, keeping her thighs resting on his own to hold her at the appropriate height.
His eyes were half closed as he enjoyed the simple pleasure. The smell of clove and honey, the hint of blood from her feeding. The sensation of her oiled skin under his hands, the tapestry of scars beneath her ink. The feeling of her body as he entered and withdrew. It was almost meditative. Like a trance of pleasure, and one he was sure he could continue for quite a while. It was a juxtaposition of sensations for her. Chained helpless, bagged and unable to know what was going on, but stroked softly, touched tenderly. As though he desired to drive her mad through simple soft touch.
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Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 01:45
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18+ The long deep moan was torn from her lips as he slowly pushed into her, drawing out the sensation as his fingers closed at her hips before starting that slow massage of her back and hips that had her biting down on her lip again with a light tremble.
Oh, oh God that felt...
Her finger closed in the fabric of the covers, flexing slowly as each deliberate drawn out move of his hips had her moaning quietly again, turning her head slightly so she could kind of bury her face in the bed and bite down on the part of the hood her teeth were able to trap, giving her something to tug at.
If he was trying to drive her mad, he would surely succeed if he kept it up. Although, she couldn't phantom a better way of falling over the brink into madness if it was done like this. So good, so slow... so warm and teasing.
"Oh.... God...." the words were but a muffled moan as she tugged at the hood with her teeth again, unable to do much but move her head, given her position and the way he'd lifted her hips.
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Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 01:54
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18+ He continued his soft massaging of her flesh, grinning with sadistic glee at her moans, his hips drift back, drawing almost completely out of her, leaving her tormented with just the tip of his manhood, his fingers massaging her lower back, waiting for her breath to hitch. He rolls his hips slowly, letting her feel it shifting from side to side, hinting that it would plunge deeper, then... not.
He reached beneath her and his large hands glided down her ribs, cupping her breasts and then squeezing them slowly, supernatural strength evident in the iron grip of his fingers, when he withdrew he left two presents, slim metal clips biting down on her hardened nipples, trapped by the weight of her body. His hands continued his slow glide along her form, rubbing into the scent of clove and vanilla, massaging her muscles.
His hands worked her hips, ass and thighs, massaging the tension his teasing manhood was causing, giving her a cascade of conflicting sensory stimulus. He wanted her to beg, to weep, he wanted her to go mad. The chains would hold, the bed frame would hold. It was a sign of trust that she had given him to allow him to chain her down like this. She was... helpless. The four studs on the tip of his manhood were particularly cruel little brushes of bliss, promising a return of pleasure, and lying. Even his massaging hands slid under her, brushing so close to her most sensitive womanhood, but not, quite reaching. Every motion a tease, designed to break her down, to hear her beg for what he could give her.
He didn't know if she'd realize how much she was helping him. Giving him a direction for the dark beast inside his head. Helping educate it, shape it, and train it to have a focus. Every ghoul is different, he knew from his experiences. Each one suffers from the blood in a different way. His... was a hungry beast. Hungry for tortures, torments and delights; a sexual predator. Whether she knew it or not, she was teaching him to build walls around it, lock it down in a place where it would only harm those he gave it leave too.
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Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 02:15
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18+ Oh that just wasn't fair. That was so not fair at all.
She whimpered at first, trying to move her hips and finding that she could do precious little despite her efforts. The fact that he just kept teasing her by being so close and yet refusing her what she knew she wanted, what he wanted, was just plain cruel. So said the whimpered sounds of building frustration that were muffled slightly by the hood she'd bitten down on.
The warmth of his hands though, gliding over her rips and in under her body to cup her breasts, had her momentarily distracted from the frustration of his teasing. The touch enough to make her moan slightly again, focusing on the way it felt when he squeezed them and... oh, that was... new... Her breath caught in a gasp when he pulled his hands back and the slightly stinging bite of the clamps kicked in. Somehow she hadn't noticed those when his hands had been present but, chances were he hadn't let them close until he'd pulled his hands away. Creating a that much sharper contrast to the warmth and firm caress she'd felt mere moments before.
Lucy whimpered again, the clamps biting a bit harder thanks to the way she was laying face down. Sharp, and sweet. That was what he was being at the moment. Sharp, sweet, and teasing, happily taking his time to drive her towards that edge where she wouldn't be able to keep her focus any more.
"T-that's not... fair" though the words didn't sound all that convincing did they? Not when her voice betrayed just how much she was enjoying herself. Enjoying the fact that she could do this and not worry about whether or not she'd made the right choice trusting him.
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Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 02:26
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18+ The whimpered complaint was one of the moments he was waiting for. His hands gripped her hips softly, getting a solid hold as he leaned and drove himself full length into her, sparing her none of his length. Then he pulled out completely, leaving her without anything, only to drive back in, his hands keeping her hips at the perfect angle, the oil providing all the extra lubrication they might have needed.
Then the new torment began. He withdrew each time, and each time he drove back in the full length. But he did it randomly, and left it within her for odd intervals. Sometimes he rolled his hips, letting her feel it stretching within her. Other times he was in and out, a quick hard bang, then nothing for ten, fifteen seconds, once as long as a minute. Keeping her guessing at when she'd be penetrated and for how long. Seemingly aimless.
One large hand cupped her pelvis, his fingers digging into her hips, it was enough, it freed his other hand to stroke and caress down her back. After he had withdrawn from her, leaving her empty, he brought his hand down across her backside with a powerful, ringing slap. A mortal would have bruised immediately, as it was, the stinging sensation would not fade. But it was only the first of several, sharp cracks echoing, with no filling sensation to counter balance it, not until the last one, then suddenly she was full once more and his hand was stroking her neck, massaging the knot there, his voice a soft drone that seemed to travel the room and flood her senses. A deep happy thrumming sound to make it clear he enjoyed filling her this way.
Once more holding her filled upon his thighs he resumes his soft massaging of her back and ribs, a wicked smile across his face as he considers the mental facets of what he was doing to her. He wondered if simple pleasures like this could addict a vampire? She would be desperate to bite him again after a while. He was already grasping some of her psychology. Lucy's fangs and womanhood shared a circuit in her mind. It was interesting, and something he could grow to enjoy tormenting her with.
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Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 03:05
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18+ Unable to see him, unable to move, she could but rely on his mercy and the trust she'd given over to him by surrendering the way she had. It hadn't struck before actually, how liberating it was to simply give in to someone else. To entrust them with her pain and her pleasure and leave them in control of how and when to bestow it upon her, as he was doing now.
It was torturous, the way he teased her, giving her but a few moments reprieve before taking it away again, leaving her whimpering and struggling in her restraints. Restraints that despite her strength struck her as strong enough to keep her tied down because they sure as Hell weren't budging. Not yet anyway.
He continued that delightful torment of her, stealing her cries as he plunged into her and leaving her to whimper in frustration as he pulled back and simply waited. Listened. Watched her no doubt while she tried to squirm and found the effort to do so futile. And then he slapped her.
The first had her catching her breath in her throat. The second had her biting down on her lip and whimpering. The third caused her to let out a pained cry. And then again. And again.
The stinging sensation no more than she could handle. She'd been hurt before, truly hurt. But this was different because of the setting. Because of the fact that it contrasted the pleasure he was giving her and because it surprised her, causing her hands to flex and pull at the restraints that kept holding her tied down. Her arousal made no less because it, but rather heightening it as everything was made that much more intense by the lack of vision that would've allowed her the chance to predict what might come next.
And then there another contrast yet again when he was suddenly back inside her again, filling her both with his body as much as the sound of his voice filled her head. Drowning out, in her mind at least, the sound of her own voice as it cried out and faded into low whimpers as the touch of warm strong fingers on the back of her neck told her to relax again. That seemingly gentle gesture enough to make her body melt into the bed once more even if she continued to whimper quietly under her breath as his hands began drifting over her body once more. Causing her to shiver slightly when they brushed across the back he'd just abused.
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Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 03:21
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18+ Her cries were wonderful in his ears. The way she melted when he rubbed the back of her neck. Her entire body was like an instrument he could play. He started to pump again, not random, not tortuously slow, but fully. Using her body as though it were just a hole designed to enjoy. His hands lifted her hips to the perfect height and he simply began to use it. Stroking in and out the full steel shod length. He wanted her to feel like he was going to commit, wanted her to think he was on the final stretch, that she could feel the climax coming for her... and when her body twitched and tried to match rhythms he would allow it, allowed her minor hip spasms and thigh clenches to seem as though she could bring him to orgasm.
Then, just as he was near finishing, driven to a frenzy of furious carnal thrusting, he slipped out and backed up. Leaving her without contact. Without any idea of where he was. She'd be able to tell he was still on the bed, but that was all. No sign of flesh touching her, nothing to betray what he was doing. Silence, soft and inviolate.
He poured a bit more oil onto her back and ass, resuming his soft massaging. This time though, he was like a phantom, the only parts of his body touching her were his hands. Thick palms and long fingers stroking her flesh, relaxing it from the tense sexual mess it was... rubbing the scented oil into her skin, coating her with a slick shimmer, bringing out the color of her tattoos. Replacing the sweat she didn't have to give any longer.
Then his hands left her, bracing on either side of her body, his own torso towering over her as he held himself up on just his palms and knees, his body a hot blanket hovering over her without touching. Without that is, but for the hard length that was suddenly pushed into her relaxed backside. Slowly pushing down, entering, wrapping his arm around her pelvis, pulling her up into it. His other hand found her most female of organs, stroking it with nimble touches as his hot muscular body lay across her back like a blanket. She was full once more, but in another way. His hands kept her womanhood active, caressing, stroking, sliding into her, but the soft deep thrusts into this new penetration her hungry. His growl in her ear as his body lay atop hers.
He had tried to minimize the resistance, the pain, but his force had been insistent and his grip firm to hold her in place. His voice whispering dark reassurances into her ear. His voice another caress as he told her he was proud of her, his hips molding against her backside. He promised her a shower when they were done, a warm relaxing massage, and a day in his bed if she chose, but they were rewards offered for compliance. Even as he used her to sate his dark desires.
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Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 03:58
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18+ Reassured by the way he was holding her as the slow rhythm began to build, the way he was allowing her to move what little she could move to try and match the pace, the Brujah's moans grew louder. She pulled at the restraints again, her fingers flexing as she felt how his body responded to hers, felt the pleasure building for both of them. Felt relief nearing, so close, so very close, only to have it taken away when he was at the brink.
The cry of protest was one of frustration when he pulled away, leaving her completely without his touch. The damn restraints holding her back as she actually tried to pull free this time and found it in vain. Stronger than her...
Lucy squirmed, the slight movement of her body enough to make the clamps dig into her sensitive flesh again with the way her torso kept them trapped beneath her. The sting of them at least some kind of sensation even if it wasn't the one she craved and needed.
It was the feel of his hands once more finding her body that finally calmed her, turning the sounds of frustration to quiet whimpers. The warmth easing at least the worst of it and letting her know he was still there. Still so close even if for what felt like an eternity, he allowed only his hands to touch her. "Toran..." oh please, please more. It was in her voice even without the words, that plea for more. A plea that was answered when he shifted and leaned over her, suddenly presenting her with a sensation that, while he was unaware of it, was a first for her.
Whatever words tried to escape her failed, her eyes flashing wide open though they still saw nothing but the darkness of the hood as she briefly tensed when he entered her, slowly, sure, but still demanding. Still insisting her body allow it.
Oh God, he was...
The groan was torn from her throat, deep and primal before her head fell forward again, resting against the bed as she once more closed her eyes tight when he began moving, began stretching her in a strangely unfamiliar way while at the same time allowing the touch one warm hand to drift down to caress and please the sensitive folds he'd played with just a few minutes before. If he was trying to throw her into sensory overload he was succeeding. The sound of his voice and those whispered words and promises enough to leave her sobbing and trembling beneath him with everything else that was going on with her body.
Unable to see. Unable to move. Unable to bite.
She wanted to bite. She wanted to badly to be allowed to hold onto him. To be allowed to ground herself. And she was denied it. So instead, she'd give in. It was all she could do as the slow thrusts and the the way he was using his fingers pushed her over the edge and threw her into oblivion.
Vampires couldn't cry. At least not normal tears. So hers were red, as red as crimson there she wailed softly in her surrender.
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Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 04:10
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18+ The man delighted in her struggles. Watching her muscles flex and dance as she yanked the chains. He watched her twist, spasm, turn, felt her oh so human orgasm and continued, his voice a soft rumble in her ear, promising to torment her until the sun came up. Of keeping her bound, helpless and unable to deny him the pleasure of her body, unable to protect herself from the pleasure he was forcing on her.
He was still careful, his strokes long, deep and sure, his hand toying with her womanhood. One arm hooked under her torso so he could thrust in as deep as he wished. He lusted over the feel of her backside pressed into his hips, the way the curves lined up. He was taking his time, having come down from his feverish need in the time he spent massaging her. She was his tonight, a vampire toy to sooth the need for dominance and mastery in his life.
It was addicting. He couldn't resist it. Couldn't let her go. He needed to do this, needed to see her chained beneath him. Part of him wanted to turn her, so he could watch her breasts shift under his thrusting, but this way was more... vulnerable. He had her in the more submissive position. The hood proving her snared status, much like a falconer hoods his birds to keep them from flying, so he locked her down and kept her helpless.
He didn't slow, didn't stop as her body shook with orgasm, he merely continued his mechanical thrusting. The psychological pleasure he was getting from her almost more important than the physically satisfying way he used her body. The beast was quiet in his mind, soft, satisfied and happy. It would escalate. He knew that. If she allowed this to continue the steps would grow. The carnal abuse, the pain, all of it. He could almost see the road in his mind, and he enjoyed the thoughts.
His thrusting threatened to bring him back to a needed release, he buried himself deep in her and froze, keeping his hand busy beneath her he took deep breaths which crushed her further into the mattress, using every once of control to keep from climaxing. He hadn't decided how he wished to do it yet.
Edited by Toran, Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 13:31.
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Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 04:31
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18+ She couldn't think. Her mind was a blur of sensations. She couldn't speak. Her voice but tender cries of passion and choked sobs. She couldn't move. Her body chained and trapped beneath his.
The Kindred was a softly writhing mess, lost in the moment and in him. Having nothing left in her that could possibly hope to fight him as he kept using her and toying with her. All the while whispering those dark promises in her ear with a voice that made her melt.
Then he stilled, almost anyway, as his hand kept pleasuring her even as he crushed her into the mattress, causing the clamps to once more bite into her flesh. It was another round of tormenting frustration, as it left her completely unable to move at all. Forcing her to simply endure the toying of warm fingers while he centered himself again.
Tonight, she was his. And she knew it as much as he did.
Edited by Lucy Fehrer, Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 04:41.
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