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Topic Started: Friday, 29. November 2013, 00:54 (3,604 Views)
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 02:35
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18+ Lucy's delighted giggle was muffled into the kiss when he suddenly rolled them over. Her arms wrapping around him and welcoming the taste of his lips on hers, even as the sweetness of his blood lingered at the tip of her tongue and flavoured the kiss. Was it wrong to push his buttons like that? Maybe... But he liked it. And so did she. She liked it a lot.
The muffled playful sounds though turned to a whimper when he forced himself inside her. The Swede's lips parting from his with a gasp even as he trailed his kisses down her neck, to nip at her skin and causing her to shiver and groan. The feeling of his teeth on her skin definitively having a good effect, even though he didn't possess fangs.
There was something to be said for this feeling he gave her. The feeling of being wanted, needed even. Allowing her to feel... alive. It was as almost as much of a drug to her as the taste of his blood. It was why her eyes, though half closed, stayed locked on him even as she whimpered and moaned with the way he was moving within her.
The Swede's body moving easily and willingly to the guidance of those strong hands. Her nails having briefly bit into his shoulders when his body had joined with hers before her arms had fallen away, to reach behind her and grab at the pillows. Manicured fingers digging into the fabric as she squirmed and arched under him, craning her neck and exposing the pale flesh almost as if in a sign of submission.
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 02:42
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"18+" He gripped her legs and brought them up onto his shoulders, his calloused hands sliding down her legs to grip her lifted hips in his strong hands. Shifting he spread his knees slightly for balance, then he started to stroke in and out of her slowly, his blood was hungry and on fire, but he wanted to savor it. He had to remove his lips and teeth to get into the proper position, his height making kissing during sex problematic in most positions.
His silver-blue eyes met hers and held on, like a lifeline to keep the primal voice in his head quiet, to allow him this moment of soft, stroking pleasure. Her slim nude body spread before him, her cool legs pressed up along his torso, the sight of her expanding as his steel clan manhood slide deeper, then withdrew almost completely before sliding back into her.
The whole time his voice was letting out that rumbling humming moan, filling the room with a buzz, like some tremendous bear or huge machine grinding, his black hair and beard dark against his skin, once tan but growing paler from his new night time schedule. His chest heaved in deep slow expansions, the restraint he was showing clear. Odd position aside he was still, on some savage level, making love to her.
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 03:03
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18+ She bit down hard on her lip, almost enough to draw blood seeing how her fangs were still present. Her fingers digging into the fabric of the pillows in a near desperate need for something to hold onto, to cling to while he, rather than throw her down and ravage her, started moving slowly so to draw out the sensations.
"Toran..." the murmured sound of his voice faded into another drawn out moan as she trembled. Her toes curling and the muscles of her thighs flexing as she fought the overwhelming desire to squirm, to move. Oh God, he wasn't going to make it easy on her was he?
The Swede murmured his name again under her breath, pale lips parted as they gasped for air her body no longer needed but still desired with the blood pulsing through her system. Blood that currently felt as if on fire as her own bright eyes remained locked with those silvery-blues of his that fascinated her so.
And the voice... that deep rumbling voice that felt as if it was trying to engulf her.
More...
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 03:11
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18+ He continued his slow steady thrusting into her, his hands holding her firmly as he slipped in and out with agonizing slowness, the seven steel rings acting like ribs or speed bumps. His silver eyes were wide as he stared at her, his gaze focusing on the blood she drew from her own lips, but it wasn't an offer, not yet and he girded his willpower to resist the temptation.
Instead he exhibited control over his body, shifting his rhythm to add a circular motion to his hips in addition to his stroking, knowing it would cause a flood of new sensations within her. He was focused, the same iron determination that kept him working on a stubborn machine coming into play now. He had no Kiss, no supernatural method of giving her bliss, so he was determined to do so with purely human means.
His hands were solid on her hips and his fingers dug in slightly, the nails just sharp on her backside as he leaned forward slightly, pushing her legs back towards her torso. His silver-blue eyes burning with a predatory hunger, but his prey was her bliss, and he was determined to play the part of the patient hunter to draw it from her. His breath coming in slow heaving gasps.
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 03:39
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18+ Blue eyes widened with the change of sensations, her nimble body telling him he'd be able to do more without hurting her as he pushed her legs back towards her torso, quite efficiently pinning her and limiting whatever small movements she'd been able to do earlier. Sure, if she truly wanted to, she would probably be able to move given her strength. But why on Earth would she wish for such a thing? Why would she want control when it felt so good to surrender it?
He leaned forward and she reached for him as one hand was forced to give up the hold of the fabric she'd dug her fingers into, so her fingertips could instead find his lips and trace across them them with a trembling touch. Her eyes not wanting to break from his.
In her haze though, she was faintly aware of the taste of her own blood. Just a few drops, but potent ones none the less, that her teeth had managed to draw in a moment of lost concentration. She licked them up quickly, not wanting to have a moment's clouded judgement lead to a hurried decision that couldn't be undone. The tip of her tongue darting out to brush across her lip before he stole another cry from her.
It felt different. Sex was one thing, but, as a Kindred it was different. And yet this? This was different again from what she's known earlier in her unlife. He made her actually feel things. Things she couldn't quite explain, but which she was experiencing with every moment spent in his arms, sharing his warmth, feeling how his body moved with hers, gazing into his eye...
Oh God.. he was being mean, drawing it out like he was, making her want to plead and whimper... And whimper she did, even if the pleas were still bit back through force of will.
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 03:53
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18+ He was torturing her, he knew he was. He was stroking so slowly that he could almost swear he felt her body twitch at every ring that passed in and out. He enjoyed towering over her, having her pinned like this, folded, bent under his willing body. He reached up and plucked a pillow, sliding it under her ass to keep her bent up for his stroking. Then he reached out with his arms, keeping her legs inside their span and gripped her breasts.
Callous thumbs stroked across her nipples, his silver-blue gaze animalistic in their intensity. Even though every motion was smooth, slow and calm, the muscles in his body were standing out as though under great strain. His eyes as he stared into hers were not the eyes of a soft calm lover, but the eyes of a man holding back the desire to explode like a lusty machine all over her.
She calmed him, even while she tormented him. His voice a soft rumbling smoke that burned in the air, a soft growl with each stroke into her body, his eyes half closed as he focused on simply reveling in the sensations he was experiencing. It was... amazing. Gradually he started to push harder, the same pace, but now each stroke came with a sudden slamming impact into her body, as though he intended to fuck straight through her body, yet still controlled enough to avoid any real injury.
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 04:22
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18+ And with that he so easily turned the Brujah's whimpers into tender cries of passion and pleasure. Though he was still slow. Still agonizingly slow as he continued that sweet drawn out torture of her that left her feeling all of him with each new powerful thrust of and grind of his hips.
Though even like that, pinned down and nearly incapable of moving, she preened for him in a way that had her breasts pressing into the touch of those calloused hands. One of her own stilled tangled in the fabric of the pillows and the covers while the other slipped away from his lips to rest on the back of one of his hands. Her fingers pressed to the back of it while he gripped and teased her breasts.
She'd always claimed hers were a good handful, though in his hands the Swede might have to rethink that statement.
That was for another time and place though. Because her own mind was a little too preoccupied with the pleasures he was currently gifting her with. And if anything, she wanted him to know just how good he actually made her feel. If only she had been capable of actual speech between ragged breaths and cries of passion.
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 14:59
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18+ He was tormenting himself as much as her, holding this iron control and locking himself to this solid slow pace. His hands squeezed and twisted the breasts in his hands, his lips twisting into a hungry smile when she gripped his hand in her own. He wasn't sure how long he could maintain this pace, but he wanted to see. He started to roll his hips each time he pressed deep within her, rolling them to flex and stretch her body. She didn't breath, she wouldn't pass out, how much could she take before she went mad.
Her cries drove him on though, inspired him with the proof that she was enjoying herself. He slowly began to pick up speed, still using the long thrusts, the spinning roll of his hips when their bodies met, but now, gradually, faster. His calloused thumbs found her nipples to twist and tease them, rolling them and pinching them against the hard edges of his hands. His silver eyes burned with a feral passion that seemed to have no purpose other than to make her moan, yelp and weep with pleasure. His heavy frame holding her steady, even though she could cast him off if she chose.
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 15:35
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18+ If it was moans and yelps he wanted he was doing it right because the instinctive desire to try and thrash underneath him was becoming stronger and stronger as she struggled with the need and want to move, to take back some level of control. At the same time though, she didn't really want that control. She liked being at his mercy even as her nails dug into the back of one of his hand, trembling as she bit down on her lip again and finally broke eye contact when her head fell back to let another trembling moan spill from her throat. Those pale lips of hers parting as she arched her back sharply, only her shoulders touching the bed with the way he had her nearly doubled over, restricting her movements, deciding their pace, their rhythm.
It was becoming obvious though, that his will in this case, was stronger than hers. Because with each passing moment the Swede was having more and more trouble keeping still. Her frustrations, as tormenting and delightful as they were, reflected in her voice and those tender cries he kept forcing from her lips. The gleam of sharp fangs visible behind that pale pink flesh from which she'd licked the last drops of blood.
Honestly, if someone had walked in on them in that moment she wouldn't have been able to notice as the hand tangled in the fabric of the pillows and the covers pulled with enough strength to cause a few tears. Maybe she'd apologize for it later, but at the moment she couldn't really think that far she turned her head left and right and cried out again with her eyes closed tight. Another shiver rushing through her body, stealing an unneeded breath as her teeth found purchase in the torn pillow where she bit down to muffle her own voice.
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 15:46
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18+ Spurred by her loss of control he started to move faster harder, using just a bit of that massive strength to drive his hips against her and shake her entire body with each stretching thrust. His hands clenched, rolled, twisting the flesh of her breasts and it was all he could do to keep from flattening her completely beneath him and claiming her body as all his, a move that would most likely result her shattering her leg bones or pelvis, but he resisted, continuing the gradual increase in speed that seemed to work so well at driving her mad.
He bit softly the leg near his face, his teeth scraping the delicate skin over the Achilles tendon, even as he groaned like a machine torqued far beyond it's limits of endurance. He started to withdraw all but the studded tip of his manhood before driving it back in, one ring at a time to slam into her hips with a solid thud. It was all he could do to not bite into the soft pale leg and lick the blood that rose from the wound his blunt teeth might make, but he didn't, instead much like a cat he rubbed his bearded face against her leg and continued to pound her body with his own, giving them both a degree of pleasure he had missed.
The back of his mind danced with torments, debauchery and monstrous desires, but his mind was focused on one thing, this quest to see if a vampire could lose her mind through an act that had no purpose for her anymore... except perhaps, to remind her she was a woman, and human, and beautiful. He would gladly give her those reminders, since she was doing the same for him.
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 16:10
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18+ Those desires, those needs to feel wanted, to feel human, to be told through action as much as words that she wasn't just a monster in the night, was something she needed and wanted more than she could really bring herself to admit. Although there was precious little she could do to hide it from him, even if she still tried to hide some of it from herself, as her body and her voice betrayed her.
Kindred were said to be good liars. Lucy wasn't that good a liar that she could fake the cries that kept spilling form her lips, muffling themselves into the pillow she'd bit down on. As it was either biting into the pillow or sinking her fangs into him a second time. And if she did that, she wasn't entirely sure she'd be able to control herself. Not like this. Not when her mind was clouded over with sensations and thoughts that cared little for such things as self restraint.
And the feel of his teeth, although brief? Maybe she liked that a little more than she ought to have, because the way her body reacted left little doubt as to the fact that she did in deed like it. The sensation of his breath across her skin when he groaned his pleasure, as if someone was teasing her with the lick of fire.
He made her feel, made her want to give in, made her want to surrender, made her remember what it meant to be a woman. And he probably didn't even know what meant to her.
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 16:20
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18+ He thrust in deeper, and held it, his hands releasing her breasts as he lowered her legs to let her wrap them about his waist, then his arms slid under her body and lifted her, pulling her away from her pillow and bringing her chest up against his sweaty torso, holding her pinned against him as he started to lift and lower her with gradual speed down onto himself, letting her be impaled by gravity, even has he kissed her hard.
He wasn't worried about her fangs, he wasn't worried about blood, immortality, the future, at that moment he was just enjoying Lucy as a woman, a woman he wanted to feel close to his body and pressed against him. Her slightly cooler body was like a salve, a balm to give him strength to continue this slow, methodical destruction of her self-control. It was half love-making, half torturous fucking, but his thick arms held her waist close to his abs and his knees flexed to help his slide in and out of her body.
He growled hungrily into her mouth even as his tongue sought to do battle with hers, his silver eyes closed and his hands spread to massage the muscles of her back with strong fingers, even as they pushed her up and down, to ride his steel strengthened manhood. He had no complaints that their encounters ended like this, he enjoyed their time together immensely and perhaps it part of his drive to live forever was growing with a desire to keep this woman close, and share in her world completely. Weeks ago when they met in an alley, he wouldn't have imagined that THIS was where it would lead him.
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 16:53
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18+ He moved her, allowed her to move, which meant her legs did indeed wrap around his waist as if a vice. Not enough to be painful, but just short of it as her lips met his in a near bruising kiss when he lifted her up and pressed her chest to his torso. A sharp arch of her back ensuring that her cooler skin stayed pressed to his flaming hot flesh as he moved her. Trembling fingers tracing across the back of his neck and those strong shoulders she loved so much with just enough press of her nails to leave faint red marks in their wake.
He was testing her self control though and whether he actually wanted her to completely give in or not the fact was that it no longer matter. Because she couldn't help herself as she bit down and sank her fangs into his lower lip. It wasn't really good for feeding, but it was still enough to draw blood and enough to give him the pleasure of the Kiss as the Brujah in his arms groaned in her own state of bliss. The passion of his touch, the overwhelming sensations his body was capable of bestowing on her and the sound of his voice all coming to a peak for her as the taste of warm rich blood made the cup overflow.
Drawing an unneeded breath in a sharp hiss, she simply let herself go. Let everything go and gave into the ecstatic high she knew would follow. Those sharp, deadly and sweet fangs still keeping his lip captured as her own moment of euphoria rushed through her slender form and made her moan.
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 17:01
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18+ It was the Kiss that did it. His control simply shattered, but in the end it didn't matter. The Kiss sending pleasure screaming through his entire body caused his huge form to shake, shudder and let go, his eyes closed as he simply held her crushed down onto his length. He hadn't planned on finishing so soon, but all self control vanished when the pleasure of a vampire's bite slammed through his body.
He toppled onto his back with a deep groaning thud, holding her impaled on his length, unable to move before the faint shuddering twitches that his muscles danced in her pleasuring bite. His knees bent, ankles folded painfully beneath his hips. The deep rumble was almost a plaintive mewling cry under the bliss of the bite.
He lost all sense of time and propriety, capable of nothing but simply holding her and shaking as his brain was drowned beneath waves of joy. Joy like no human woman could actually provide. It would be far far to easy to grow addicted to this connection, this bond.
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 17:12
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It was maybe cruel, holding the Kiss longer than needed. But those few drops of precious warm blood were so good, so intoxicating, so addictive that she couldn't help herself. She let it linger, her own voice turning to a soft little whimper at the end when she was finally able to force herself into releasing her bite. The voice in the back of her mind telling her no! That she wanted more, that she wanted to bite and drink until she was full.
Oh, but Heavens her body was still trembling, her head still hazy with the blissful overload of sensations, but physical and mental. She could barely think. She couldn't even find enough strength of will to move.
Softly, she kissed his bruised lip, licked the wounds closed and kissed him again, deeply, as a gently exploring tongue slipped pas his lips into his mouth with a moan.
Just... just a few moments to be able to think again... Although at the moment, if she was never able to recover that ability, she probably wouldn't care one damn bit. She was much too happy for that.
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 17:19
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He stroked her back slowly, twisting slightly to get his ankles out from under his ass. It wasn't comfortable, nor was he flexible to hold that position for long without severe pain.
Other than that, he made no moves, his eyes half closed, his body shivering, his hands massaging the flesh of her back almost absently. He twitched softly, deep slow breaths even as he returned her kiss with an exhausted smile. A deep slow mmmmm rolling out of his chest as he sought to regain the basic ability to think.
He wasn't sure what time it was, he didn't even know where HE was at that moment. He should check his phone, make sure she was safe. He didn't know if she wanted to stay over, but he wanted to make sure if she were leaving she'd be able to get back to her place safely. One hand absently flopped around on the sheets, as though his phone would magically leap up and fly to his hand if he just grunted at it hard enough.
"Time... sun... need to.. safe"
He managed to babble out incoherently before giving up and just breathing for a while.
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 17:31
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Eyes closed, she brushed her lips across his one more time before letting her head fall forward to rest against his shoulder. The Swede apparently not really in the mood or state of mind to go anywhere any time soon judging from the way she just stayed where she was, laying on top of his massive frame and soaking up his warmth while listening to the beating of his heart and the slowly calming breathing.
"Can I stay...?" the words were quiet, spoken in a whisper there she lay. "I'd really like to stay..." she repeated quietly, her slightly cool breath sweeping across his warm skin.
She didn't want to leave, as stupid as it was to stay, she really didn't want to leave. And they still had some time before day would claim her consciousness and she would once again die as far as the world was concerned.
A small death each morning... She wouldn't even be able to sense anyone there once day death took her. So why did the thought of not sleeping alone make her feel better?
Lucy brushed a hand down the side of his body, softly biting her lip while her fingers traced the contours of his muscles, lingering whenever they found a small scar they could caress lightly. The Brujah taking little notice of the fact that he was searching for a phone she had no clue what so ever where had ended up.
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 17:37
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"You can stay anytime you want Lucy. I'll keep you safe."
His arms wrapped her in a heavy hug and his voice was all smiles. He didn't want to move, or think, or really do anything but hold this small chilled woman in his arms. His eyes remained mostly closed as he started to stroke her back softly and hold her close, his heart gradually slowing back to a more normal pace, even as he maintains his slow even breathing to calm himself.
"No matter what, I'll keep you safe."
It was a promise with a bit of growling teeth to it, a rumbling oath. He would ensure that no sun of death touched this woman in his home, if it was all he could do.
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 17:55
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He couldn't see it, but maybe he could still feel the smile those words brought to her lips. Quiet little murmured sounds escaping her lips between the gentle kisses she was trailing across his shoulder and across the soft flesh of his throat. Tasting the sweat from his skin on the tip of her tongue as those slightly cool lips lingered at his chin.
"Will you hold me...?" he'd locked the door last time, let her sleep alone, so that she would be safe. Heh. Safe from him. But... the Swede found she really liked the idea of meeting day in his arms.
He stroked her back and like a cat she purred softly with a content happy smile, forcing her arms to hold her up as she lifted her head so that she could look at him, even if they protested and told her to lay the fuck back down. She just wanted to see his expression. Her own mess of hair falling down around her face and softly framing it in colour.
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Toran
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Sunday, 1. December 2013, 18:14
Post #60
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His beard splits in a wide smile and he reaches up to cup the back of her head and give it a small squeeze, his voice a soft dark rumble.
"I would be honored"
He didn't feel weird, thinking that the beautiful woman in his arms was going to die as the sun rose, and he'd end up sleeping next to a soft, stiff corpse. It didn't worry him much. He took the world as it came, and that was that. She was a beautiful woman he cared about, and in the day, she was a corpse. There was no changing that, so acceptance was his only option. He smiled at her, a sparkle in his silver-blue eyes and shifted so they were laying together. He'd have to wash his sheets in the morning, but he didn't give a fuck. The bed was big enough to shift away from the area of their romp and still have room to hold her close to him, he nodded his head to her and kissed her softly on the nose.
"I'm going to need new pillows though, if you keep this up..."
He grinned and pulled a small feather out of her hair and dropped it on the floor. Fortunately he was a pillow hog, and tended to mush them into a pile to cuddle with when he slept. So all he did was toss the torn pillow away from the bed and shift another, though he was just as happy to have her cool head lying on his shoulder.
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Can't leave... can't leave... can't leave the girls will eat me....
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