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Last night, several people reported the sighting of a "screaming red monster" in a quiet neighbourhood of Ealing. After a power shortage in the area, a building caught fire. It was then when, what was described as a "man shaped, footless creature" emerged from the flames, leaping, running, and screaming. One woman has told our reporters that the man had "teeth like a wolf, and the face of the devil". Police officers are still trying to get to the bottom of this; neither the power shortage nor the fire have still been explained. A spokesperson from Scotland Yard has stated that the "so called monster" might be a wounded person, escaping the fire.

TRAGEDY IN TOOLEY STREET
The police has found the bodies of three TFL workers in the construction site at Tooley Street. One of their colleagues raised the alarms last week, when the three workers didn't attend their shifts. The bodies of the men have been found in a deep hole, uncovered by the refurbishment works that are taking place in the area. According to the Police, the bodies were horribly mutilated, which has led to the wildest speculations. The names of the three workers are being kept anonymous, following the wishes of their families.

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MARCH 8 - PISCES
You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
Echoes from the past ring back into London. Their intensity increases until they are deafening. What once was a faded memory of a glorious time, now becomes a shocking reality. The consequences of actions taken decades ago ripple into the present, altering the lives of everybody in the City. Unguided and blind, Kindred wander around, trying to make profit out of the reigning chaos.


The appearance of four mysterious figures turned the city upside down. Mistrust and jealousy became the official currency of London. Serpents and fiends rise to power, misdirecting the blaming eyes of the Camarilla towards imaginary enemies. Only those with clear vision and the ability to trust each other strive, while the rest run towards a shallow grave.



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His silver-blue eyes lit up as her slap crossed his cheek in a blaze of red. The pain sparked through him and he reached out to kiss her again, harder, more intensely, his other arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her tight against them. His tattooed hand bunched in her shirt between her breasts, holding her torso close as his claimed her mouth for his own.

The hand around her waist slipped down, cupped her ass and before he quite realized it, he was up, pushing them both against the wall, his body long and hard against hers as he sought to own her mouth with his own. In the back of his head a voice was yelling, yelling for him to control it. To take a hard grip on himself and put an end to this. But she confused him, flirt, retreat, flirt retreat, the frustration of a game he hadn't intended to play momentarily taking control.

He's seen the flash in her eyes, the animal inside read it. The flash that demanded he step forward. He was enough in control that so far all she was getting was a hard kiss and a strong hand massaging her ass, the feel of a man pressed between their bodies. But he had to get it more together. The voice in the back of his head was rallying, preparing to pull the control back and lock it down, to let her go free, it just... wasn't... there... yet.
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He kept going! No! No! No! He needed to stop! He needed to stop, didn't he? What was going? Her mind was spinning. She wanted to hurt him, kick him, hit him, slap him again. Get your hands of me! She thought. Why wasn't she able to resist him? He made her weak. It was dangerous... too dangerous but she couldn't stop it. Her hand raised and she slapped him on the other cheek. In a matter of seconds he had her up against the wall. His hand cupping her ass, rubbing it, kneading it.

His mouth found hers again. His tongue twirling around with hers... was that a tongue ring? Oh wow! That felt nice. No! Focus! She couldn't do this, could she? Instantly she wrapped her legs around his waist. She leaned against the wall and hit her fists on his chest. There was a ripping sound coming from her top where he held it.

"What are you doing? How dare you? Fucking blushing at first and now wanting to play the big guy! What game are you playing?"

It was damn rude to question him while she started it but she had never before lost a game like this... lost herself like this. Her voice was shaking and a bit loud. It sounded insecure and uncontrolled just like her body. Her legs firmly wrapped around him but her hands pushing him away.
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She hit him again, but she kissed him back, the mixed signals were driving him insane. Her body shifted, supple against him, her legs, tight around his waist, holding her body against his, grinding her tight. She was hitting his chest, but her tongue had been eager. She was like a demon set to break his mind.

He felt her shirt tear, suddenly her skin was against his, hot, he felt her pulse beating. Her words were odd, lies? Her tight legs claimed it a lie. His hand at lost her shirt, she'd torn it away, now it held a bra, a breast, the fabric pulled away, a hard nipple between his fingers, he could feel her pulse pounding in the hard flesh between his large fingers, squeezing, kneading her flesh.

His mouth reclaimed hers, the voice confused him, the body confused him. What did she want, what did she WANT from him? The hand on her ass slid inside her pants, finding her, caressing her to life, seeking the warm and wetness. He had to find the truth of her. His deep voice, a deep dark smooth rumble that shook her body as he swore into her mouth, his voice hungry and demanding.

"TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME!"

His hands were skillful, careful, nimble, seeking to spread pleasure through her body, careful even in his half-crazed state to avoid causing her pain, the man was at war with himself, his huge muscular chest heaving as he sought to control himself. Sought to wrench himself out of the near frenzy she had driven him too. Why did the woman taunt him so badly? Was she trying to destroy him? His sense of self teetered on the line, depending on how it tilted, he risked losing himself entirely.
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Roisin stared down at her vanishing top. He had ripped it away or had she done this? Anyway it was gone now and quickly so was her bra. She was pinned between him and the wall with a naked upper body and the way her breasts and her hard nipples reacted to him made it clear what she physically wanted. Her mind however was still unsure, still deciding on what to say or do. How long would this take before she could make up her mind?

They kissed again. She let him and kissed back... long and passionate. She gasped when his hand found its way down her pants. She had no idea how long she could resist this, resist him! He shouted at her and she couldn't blame him. In response she screamedin frustration.

"I don't know! I do not know! What do you want? You started this?"

No he didn't but she fouldn't think straight anymore. Her blue gaze staring deep in his eyes. There was confusion but also lust in there.

"Just fucking do something!"
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"Just fucking do something"

"Just fucking...FUCKING..."

"Just Fuck"


His mind was drunk, lustful, hungry and drunk. Whiskey in his blood, vitae in his system, a breast in one hand, hard and soft at once, a woman's body on the other, hungry, greedy. It was almost like a blackout, yet he remained awake. His mind interpreted what she said as permission. His hunger twisting it was he crushed her mouth under his, hungrily forcing his tongue into her mouth.

The hand in her pants slides around her body, undoing her pants, his hand sliding from her chest to her waist, together his hand yanks her pants down, his muscular chest and her own legs keeping her up on his body, it wasn't much and it was awkward, but it was enough. His hand displaces his sweat pants and his body and hers begin to merge. Even now he's slow, he's hard, thick but he's maintained enough control to keep from injuring her with the strength that no man should have. The hand that firmly centers him to enter her, also begins to stimulate her, to touch her most intimate of triggers. His other hand returns to her breast, as though hungry for the soft rounded flesh.

His beard and lips were devoted to her mouth, as though nothing existed but her and her body at this moment. Indeed, half mad, almost completely lost as he was, there was little he was aware of but his need to END THE TORMENT, to end this back and forth game she played with him and have it settled once and for all. The voice, the bellowing voice in the back of his mind maintained just enough control to keep from brutalizing her, to keep a watch out for signs of her attempting to escape, for he could not go forward if she lunged back, just enough control to avoid an outright crime upon her body.
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His eager mouth claimed hers again and she returned his firm kiss with the same intensity. It was as if every fibre of her body wanted this except for her mind. Her body was screaming to release the tension. She was after all still a young woman who had locked herself away for years and now that her body got stimulated like this it almost made her go insane. All the hormones rushing through her! This was something she needed and wanted. A fire was spreading through her body. A flame of lust that had erupted from the pit of her belly. Nothing or no one mattered at this moment only him and what he could do with her body.

Her mind however was still trying to kick her back to reality. This was not who she was and what she did but damn this... was... just... too good! She shivered and moaned but tried to stay focus which was near to impossible. His naked torso pressed her against the wall when his hands went down to get her pants out of the way as much as he could. The fabric cut in her legs and she heard the zipper snap. She swallowed down the partial fear that started to grow because she felt his force. He was so strong and could do so much to her... much unwanted things but when his hand rubbed her the very right way she closed her eyes and held her breath for a few seconds. She tried to say something but nothing came out except for some gibberish that even she didn’t understand.

Roisin reluctantly broke off the kiss and pushed herself back. She unwrapped her legs from around him and squirmed to get free from between him and the wall. With a hard thud she clumsily landed on her ass. She stared up at him not knowing what he would do. Her pants was annoying her and she kicked off her shoes and took off her pants which she threw somewhere behind her. Her phone slid out of her pocket but who cared? She didn’t! That was for sure.

”You know what my sex gorilla? If you want it come and get it!”

Her breathing was irregular and fast as if she was nervous. She walked over to her vest on the table and grabbed her switchblade. She clicked it open and chuckled. Only thing protecting her now was her knife and her flashy green women boxer she was wearing other than that she was stark naked.

”Come and play with me... pretty please?” she pouted and gave him an almost begging look.
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This was a game that Toran's dark side was eager to play. His breathing came in great gasping breathes. His silver-blue eyes gleamed as he stared at her. Small metal studs glinted from a number of places on his body, his nipples, and the more exotic piercings farther down, proof that his desire was to consume her and sate his lust.

She was still taunting, still teasing, playing a game with him. But he was starting to get a feel for her. She needed to be conquered. Something in her refused to let go unless she was taken. Her body made it clear she wanted it, hungered for it, so she continually begged for it, but her mind demanded a fight. If so, she'd get it. His thick hands flexed, opening and closing as he stalked towards her. He kicked out of his sweatpants as he stepped to her, his body as unclothed as hers.

His right arm was covered in ink from the tips of his fingers to the ribs below his armpit, twisted metal, gears, cogs and exposed wiring done in black and gray, detail work exquisitely transforming that arm into a piece of machinery. The 6'4 ghoul's shoulders were immense across, as were his thick chest and arms, his legs were heavily knotted with muscle, his stomach rippling with definition. A thin coating of curling black hair seemed to cover most of his form, his black beard trimmed and his hair nearly shoulder length. His eyes stared at her, taking in her long form.

He lunged forward, his left arm seeking to slap her blade out to the side as his right arm snapped forward, hand open as he sought to capture her and pull her too him. He knew his left could well be cut in the move, that blood might flow, but he was almost too far gone to care. It was clear she wasn't fighting to escape or fend him off. She was fighting because it made the final act more satisfying for her, because she had to fight to justify what she wanted.

If he managed to capture her in his arm she'd find herself pushed onto her back on one of the numerous weight benches, eager lips biting and sucking at her breasts, a heavy manhood thrusting forward to fill her body and give her the battle she clearly desired.
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Her eyes flickered across his body. He was huge in all places! Her gaze landed on his manhood and her jaw almost literally dropped. What the fuck? She tilted her head curiously and licked her lips. He would be a very new experience to her. There was also a hint of fear within her. The 5'1 girl stood determined and steady on her feet. Her petite frame might be an advantage towards him. The way he came at her held a lot of menace. A deep primal feeling as if he was hunting his prey and ready to devour it. It turned her on in a way she had never felt before but she wasn't willing to roll over and let him have it.

Because she was still staring at his lovely body she had forgotten what the point was of this game. She was too late to retract her hand and he succesfully slapped away her knife but he couldn't grab her at first. The girl wanted to catch her knife but felt his arm slide around her after all. In the blink of an eye she was on one of the benches. His mouth found its way to her breasts. Her nipples hardened by the touch of his mouth and tongue. She grabbed him by the hair and tried to pull his head back with a smirk on her face. She felt his hardness rub against her body but her girl boxer was still protecting her. It was hot to feel him try though it made her feel a bit in control.

Roisin would swing her legs up around his waist and would try to twist their bodies. If all went well she would land on top of him on the ground grinding her hips against him, teasing him that he can't enter her because of her underwear still tightly wrapped around her.
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He let her roll them, she needed to breath and his body was very heavy, if she was on top there was no chance he's close her air off in the heat of the moment, but the arm around her waist had more than simply human strength and try as she might, she could not get the iron grip to let her squirm away, she was stuck with her body rubbing up and down his length in her squirming. His teeth were eager on her hardening nipples, his neck seemed to resist her jerking on his hair, the same strength reinforcing it, allowing him to keep his mouth set to devour her soft breasts. His free hand slid down and cupped her mound, digging into the soft green fabric of her boxers and tearing them away with one harsh yank.

In a way her grinding was her undoing, since she was riding along his trapped frustrated length and his hand tearing away the boxers. Her grinding brought her half way down his manhood before she could stop herself. Stop herself she did though, squirming and twisting to try and get out from under his arm, her nimble body making quite a fight of it despite being partially impaled. The arm locked around her waist was like iron and her twisting and squirming against it only worked to drive herself down further gradually until she finally ended up completely filled, her hips solid along his. His other hand was buried in her hair and pulling her head to his mouth for another of those devouring kisses, while her thrashing wasn't quite full out fucking, it was clear that both of their bodies were building up a sheen of sweat and lusty desire.

He could control her on top of him, keep her from getting free, but he couldn't control her hands, couldn't control where her knife had slid of the fact that they had landed in it. He had barely started to work a rhythm inside her against her fighting, both of them seemingly confused as to whether they wanted this or not. His desire to have her body was clear, but for all his mighty strength and hungry desire, he had been oddly hesitant at each stage of the game, waiting for her own signals, despite how confused those signals had gotten.
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It worked... well to be honest she knew he let her roll them. If he would have used all his force there was no way she would have been able to get on top of him. He could easily pin her down and keep her under him to use her for his own pleasure but even in this weird, slightly aggressive tease game he was a gentleman. Or whatever you could call it. It was confusing but the satisfaction would hopefully be worth it because she didn't want to feel guilty about this tomorrow morning. One arm was strongly wrapped around her and keeping her close against him. She bit her lip when his mouth found its way to her breasts again. She couldn't help it but to moan in pleasure.

Suddenly he ripped away her boxer. She hadn't even felt his hand go down because of the mesmerising nibbles on her nipples. Her eyes widened and she gasped when her own squirming forced him inside her. The Irish girl sat still for a while. Her head back, staring at the ceiling. Her breathing fast which made her shoulders and breasts heave in rapid motions. Once the first surprise left her body she stared down at him with a devilish grin. She looked as sweet as honey but there was a tiny demon lurking within her which Toran was starting to unlock. Roisin wanted to get free from his arm that was around her waist like a chain holding her down. She moved her hips up or she tried to. Her body squirming and shifting on top of him. Her hands were searching for her knife but when she saw it in the corner of her eye she knew it was too far to grab.

Instead she hit her fists on his chest several times but she whispered to him not to let her go. "If you stop I kill you." She placed the palms of her hands on his chest and pushed herself back to lean in his arm. Meanwhile her faked resistance had made him slip deeper and deeper until she was completely filled by him. He was huge for the tiny girl. He stretched her and his piercings made it a freakishly wonderful experience. Her hair was now a messy bunch of wild and ruffled locks. She pushed herself against him to kiss him back. Their tongues twirling in a passionate tango of lustful kissing.

Roisin sat still again. Her body needed to calm down and needed to get used to what she feeling deep and hard inside her. Her heart was pounding hard. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears like a sexual rhythm that was going to set the pace of their rocking but she wanted to make the moment last for as long as she could so she needed to slow her body down before they could actually start the second step in their perverted game. This was the first time in her life she actually didn't mind to lose a challenge.
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The man's voice was a deep rumble into her lips.

"Oh baby, we're just getting started."

His arm around her waist shifted and settled on her hip, his other hand rising fast to grip her other hip. The heavily muscled man began to roll his hips to begin rocking within her, stretching her slowly to open her up and fill her. So far he was being very careful, keeping deep inside her, he wanted to make sure he was ready before he started to truly pump deep into her in the kind of in and out thrusting that would cause her whole body to explode. His silver-blue eyes stared hard into her face, his fingers a tight, iron-like grip to keep her hips settled firmly. She wasn't getting off until he did, in the basest level.

"Get those perky tits back in my face darling, I wanna suck those nipples clear off."

Graphic, vulgar, but it seemed exactly how this was turning out. There wasn't anything soft or romantic, his face was clear, a mask of lust. His eyes made it clear that he thought she was beautiful and he wanted to posses her. Just as her taunted and teasing had signaled that she wanted to be taken. There wasn't anymore doubts about it. She wanted it, she wanted a raw solid fucking to ease some demon in her soul and he was going to give it to her. He was hungry too. She had been stirring that hunger since the first time they had met. He braced his legs, feet down on the ground, knees bent behind her ass. His muscular frame was sweating from sheer lust, his body on fire with the need to possess her.

She was small, tiny compared to him. Over fifteen inches shorter and most likely a hundred and fifty pounds lighter, but for all that, he let her set her own pace. He was impressed she could fit him inside her without losing it, he couldn't wait to see what she'd make of the ride. There was a solid chance he could keep her going the rest of the evening.
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His hands grabbed her hips like a handle to keep her down on top of him. As if she was about to leave him right now. Although that was a good and very evil thought. It would drive him insane and her perhaps as well. No she was going to stay seated on him. She didn’t want to move just yet but he decided to start a teasing rocking in her body. Her nails dug in his chest and she closed her eyes. It was as if she had never before felt something so amazing.

”If you want them make me give them to you.”

Her words were harsh and stern. There was indeed nothing soft or romantic about this. It was something that needed to be done. Some sort of deep dark devil that needed to be vanquished from her lustful body. His gently moving made the blood in her veins stir. It was as if she was falling and holding on to something at the same time. Her mind was being tossed from one side to another. To tease him even more she leaned against his knees. She moved her hips slowly up and down but not too much. She feared it might hurt her when she went too fast because he was stretching her and it already felt painful but a good kind of pain. The very thing that made this act of perverted desire even dirtier. An electric line slithered across her back making her shiver in delight and arch her back over his knees.

Roisin noticed her knife was closer and within her reach probably because of their shifting on the ground. She stretched herself until she could grab it and sat back up. She played with the knife while she was gently gyrating her hips on him. Then she grabbed the knife in her fist and raised it as if she was going to stab him. Either he grabbed her by the wrist and she would drop the knife or if he didn’t do anything she would hit in the floor right next to his head. Let him make her do what he wanted her to do as long as she got satisfied it was all fine by her. The rules were gone. There was this breathless moment of losing her reality and trading it for greedy lust.
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There was nothing civilized about that, her taunt for him to make her get her tits over stirred him even further. This was just a barbarous fuck and his hand left her hip, snapping up to catch her hand, holding the knife by keeping her from letting go, his fist twisting her arm behind her back, pushing her elbow behind her and forcing her to arch her back, forcing her to bring those hard lovely nipples back to his hungry mouth.

His teeth met them, just short of drawing blood, a rough scraping and harsh suckling, his tongue aggressive as he took what he wanted from her small slim frame. He felt her pushing back against his knees, it made it harder for him to suck her tits, caused him to have to arch to get to them, but that was OK. He felt her start to shift and rock and he used his knees to flex her further, to start stroking in and out of her hungrily. She couldn't pull up and away without dislocating her shoulder and risking cutting her back with her own knife, and his strong hand gripping her pelvis made sure she was jerked back down all the way. It was harsh and hard and hungry and he loved each moment of it.

His silver-blue eyes looked at her with lust, no pity, no remorse, just a hunger to keep this fucking ride going, to stuff her hard and feel satisfaction at her body claimed by his. He knew it would be easy to roll, to pin her beneath him and use her, but this was better. With her on top and still helpless she'd experience even more her dominance being stripped away. She was a hardass. She was a tough bitch who took care of herself. She was too, he could tell, and that's what made this moment even better, to strip that from her and have her face to face with her body demanding something her attitude wouldn't tolerate.
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His hand grabbed hers and she couldn't let go of the knife. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe she shouldn't have used her knife as a toy because now he took advantage of it. She felt cold steel against her warm skin of her back. She squirmed a little but when she moved up too much she felt a painful pressure in her shoulder so that was no option. She pushed her hips down again. Who was she kidding? She didn't want to get away from him! It made her angry and she grabbed him by his hair with her free hand when his head got buried between her breasts so he wouldn't be able to see her anger. His mouth, lips and teeth violating her cream coloured skin was too much for her. She bit her lower lip and threw her head back while moaning loudly.  

Her pelvis started rocking faster and wilder. She wanted to end this but wanted to keep going all night as well. It was the first sign of her surrender to him. The girl wanted to beg him to take her, to own her but still she restrained herself from clearly giving in. She refused to show him what she really wanted. His hardness deep inside her giving her a sensation that she had never felt before especially due to the piercings. It was a stretching and tickling feeling. The piercings rubbed her in sensitive ways and suddenly her entire body shook. It had given in to the satisfaction of this wicked fuck.  

The knife made little cuts in her back between her shouldersblades. She gasped before screaming and laughing. It was as if she had lost her mind in lust. "I surrender Toran... don't stop though... please don't stop!"  

Roisin knew she would regret this later but for now nothing in her mind made sense. Her hips stopped moving and her breathing was fast and irregular while she looked down at him. Her eyes filled with confusion but eagerly begging him to make her forget her doubts.
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His response was careful only in the way it pulled her knife arm out to the side so neither of them could be cut upon the blade and her arm wouldn't be twisted in the socket, his hips bucked and his heavy shoulders flexed and he rolled her beneath him. His hungry lips and mouth eagerly sucking at her breasts and nipples, he made no move to fight the hand buried in his black hair, if anything he groaned in approval. Once she was beneath him his hips began to move in earnest, drawing out and thrusting back into her with strong hard thrusts, his strength clear as he sought to drive all thought from her mind.

He shook her hand to dislodge the knife from their joint grip and his powerful arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her hips to allow his thrusting to penetrate her deeper. He was glad it was so close to noon, he'd have long hours to use her like this before he had to worry about anything, his hunger for her pale flesh playing out with each mighty thrust into her. His hands found and massaged her backside even as he forced her legs wider with his hips.

He showed no indication that he would finish quickly, despite the pace he was setting. His deep groaning voice vibrating through her ribs as he pulled at her pink nipples with his teeth, animal like growl of hunger and appreciation. It was like he was lost in her body, lost in the sensation of her writhing form beneath him and he had no desires but to maintain the rapid thrusting pace he had set against her hips. He mouth finally pulling loose from her breasts but only to capture her lips in another fierce devouring kiss, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, making it clear that it too was pierced.

He growled out his words into his mouth, to hungry for her to even stop the kiss. "You're gonna cum so much girl you'll have to crawl home. If I let you." and the deep throbbing voice almost made it sound like a primal threat, as though he sought to use pleasure to punish her for her ego and her teasing game. But he suited action to word, his body picking up the pace and drawing full length in and out again, opening her body before him over and over again.
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In her mind it went in slow motion how he reversed the roles and ended on top of her. He claimed her body, her dominance and her ego as his and he broke it. He broke every piece of resistance and doubt she ever had. Her back arched when his arm slipped around her waist to pull her close while he thrusted in her. The cold floor brought some calmth in her mind. Calmth before the storm perhaps...

Roisin dropped the knife with pleasure. She just wanted to feel more of him. His warm touch burning on her skin. His mouth, lips and tongue leaving trails of fire on her warm flesh. She wanted him to use her in all possible ways he could think of. He forced himself in her, deep in her. He hurt her but in a satisfying way. Her body yearning for more but she could already feel another orgasm growing deep inside her. Her moaning became louder and ragged. Her breathing fast just like her beating heart. It felt like she had been drinking liters of coffee. A rush going through her she had never felt before not even with Sean! And that thought made her freeze in time for a bit. Her body weak under him.

His tongue slipping in between her lips shook her back to life. She eagerly kissed him back and her body came back to life. He fucked so good... so strong. The force he had was turning her on even more. How he used his big muscular body to violate every inch of her creme coloured body felt like heaven. Why had she only given in now? Why had she ever agreed on this at all... did she even agree on this? It had been too good to deny. Another shiver went down her body proving to herself just how much she loved it and hated it at the same time.

The girl laughed at his words and nodded. When she spoke her words came in pauses. "For now.... I'm not going.... anywhere... I'm yours.... for... the next.... few hours....mmmmm... " Her breathing stopped for a few second when she bit her lip trying to hold back her climax which was no use. She wrapped a leg around his waist even though there was no need to pull him close because he did what he want with her and she didn't need to direct him in any way. Her screams only made it more obvious what he was doing to her. How deeply he was reaching not just in her body but also in her mind... her soul... corrupting her!
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Her screams, her orgasms, her hot soft flesh just drove the hunger harder. When he released in her the hunger didn't relent, he felt compelled to continue, to use her again. Perhaps it was a result of his bond shifting from Sawyer to Lucy, perhaps it was just the greater amount of vitae in his system as Lucy so generously shared herself with him. But he felt his self-control was weaker than normal. It was an animalistic drive that drove him to use this beautiful thief, to manhandle her body like his own personal fuckdoll. After his first climax he pulled from her body, still ready to start on his second.

He flipped her onto her stomach without a hint of concern and grabbed her hips, lifting her up onto her knees and forcing himself into her from behind. One hand spread across her taut belly to force her back and bring her ass together with his hips. His other hand buried itself in her hair, forcing her to rise onto her hand and making her arch her back to he could thrust into her straight and deep, his piercings forcing her open like a corduroy spear being driven into her center. He kept his word, he fucked her for hours, releasing himself into her over and over. Forcing her into whatever position he wanted, using her in whatever way he could think up.

He bent her over his weight bench with her arms twisted behind her back, his hips thrusting forward to drive against her ass with enough force to leave her rear black and blue. He sat upon the couch against the back wall and made her ride up and down his length both facing him and facing away. He stimulated her with his fingers until she was screaming. He forced himself into her mouth, he poured mineral oil down her body and stroked her slick wet skin, using it to more furiously stroke into her, opening every entrance on her body to his carnal lust. He forced her to cling to him while he walked her up his spiral staircase. Past a locked bedroom and into the bathroom, forcing her into the shower so he could use her against the tiles while the hot water and steam turned her into a gold and cream ghost which he violated.

It was an addictive madness. She had taunted herself in front of him, teased him, and like a junkie that had his fix waved in front of him and pulled away, he had lost himself in the need to have that fix satisfied, then lost any idea of how much he could handle. If it had been cocaine he would have OD'd on it, gorging himself. This glut of fucking left both their bodies sore, bruised and raw. His legs barely able to hold him upright as he finally spent himself one last time in the woman. He trembled as he turned off the water. He toweled them both dry and wrapped a kilt about his waist. Then he carried her spent and exhausted, but blessedly clean, down the stair case to dress her in her pants and vest. He was panting with exhaustion, his frosty-blue eyes looking over her body even as he dressed her. He didn't know how to react to what had happened. He'd never lost himself like that before. Only the thought of Lucy and his bond, the need to have her regard him with pride had kept him from going over the edge into that dark place. For all that he felt both exhausted and exhilarated. He regarded her, waiting to see if she'd come out of her exhausted panting, fairly certain she may have lost all sense of where she was for a time.

It was nearly sundown now. The vampires would be rising soon. He needed to figure out what he would say to Lucy when she woke. He knew she did not begrudge him lovers, but she also did not want him rubbing her nose in them. But he needed to speak with her about what happened. To get her opinion on this loss of control, and if it might grow more severe.
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About fifteen minutes later Roisins cell phone attempted to wake her from her Toran-induced lack of coherent thought by announcing in whatever ringtone it had to its disposal that someone was trying to call her... Should she actually get out of her stupor and look at the display she'd find the picture of her and George there she just shot earlier... Obviously he was trying to contact her...
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Upstairs in the locked bedroom Lucy stirred from her day sleep, rolling over and reaching out an arm to find the other side of the bed empty. Mmm, no Toran..

Opening her eyes she glanced over as her hand moved over the bed and found that it held no residual heat, suggesting he hadn't been there for some while. Oh, well, it happened. Probably meant he was busy working since heh, he could still function during the day unlike she and her kind.
It also meant it was time for her to get up as the tattooed Swede pushed herself up and slipped out of bed, grabbing her tank top off the floor and pulling it on so that she was semi decent with panties and that top to cover her modesty.

She checked the time on her cellphone but left it on the night stand while she walked over to unlock the door and slip out into the hallway to make her way over to the adjoining bathroom for her usual shower.
Though, stepping into the room, she briefly paused and frowned slightly. The floor and the shower were still damp, the tiles, when she placed her hand on them, still not completely cold. And the scent was...

Oh...

Her Nature and her Beast, two very different beings has a brief butting of heads as one screamed its disagreement with the other. Lucy, by Nature, was accepting and she had made it clear where they stood with each other and what was alright. Her Beast though was possessive and not completely in agreement that it thought it quite as alright that he was enough for her, but that she wasn't enough for him.

It was still a little too close to home either way, like, literally too close to where she'd been sleeping, so, she decided against the shower and went back to the bedroom while brushing her teeth to grab a clean change of clothes and get ready for the evening. She had work to do and given a couple of hours that damnable Beast would be tucked back into the cage where it belonged and the thoughts would disappear.

Sometimes it sucked to be a vampire, having to deal with two sides of her own being arguing over what was right and what wasn't. Or rather, perhaps not "right" as much as "want" and "need". Specially when they conflicted as heavily as they sometimes did.
Made her feel like friggin' Harvey Dent and there were far better feelings in the world than that!

Anyway, while the phone rang downstairs, there was movement in the apartment upstairs though chances of anyone picking up on that were slim given the bunker like qualities of the building and the apartment itself.
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By the time they finished she could hardly remember what positions she had been forced in. The memories that lingered the longest and were very intense were each time she reached her sexual high. Vague moments passed her mind like blurred images or a video that got fast forwarded like some weird movie. Her body was sore and stiff but she didn’t complain. It had never before felt like this! So satisfying! So out of the ordinary and no one that would or could judge them about it because it was their dirty little secret to have and to hold.

The shower woke her up, not much but enough to be slightly aware of everything around her again even if it didn’t last for long. Her shoulders were painful for some reason. She couldn’t remember why or when it happened but it just was a feeling that suddenly went through her body. Ghostly images from him and her downstairs popped up. She probably loved the part with the oil the most. Her body so slick and smooth against his. There was a moment she had been giggling like crazy. At times there had been resistance again, putting up a minor fight or just trying to keep him away for a bit so she could take some time to calm down and breathe again but he had made it clear she had given up her position of power and dominance. What was there to do against a guy his size? Not much but then again it were more to keep up appearances at times than really wanting to get away.

The young Irish woman held on to him when he carried her downstairs again. Her mind and body tired, exhausted... no more energy left within her. It had been a damn miracle how he had been keeping up the pace. The man had a very good stamina and she thought she had some endurance build up during the years of living on the streets but Toran was an animal and one she didn’t mind encountering again. He helped her naked ass get in her jeans and he even put on her vest already. Her bra, underwear and top which were ripped needed to go in the trash anyways. She wondered where they were scattered around. After some minutes in his arms she finally felt strong enough to get on her own two feet. Her knees felt weak and were trembling but she smiled nonetheless. She smiled like a little kid! She grabbed her knife and put it in her back pocket and collected her shoes. While sitting down on his couch she stared at him and put on her shoes.

”For the record... I have no idea what just happened between us but it was fucking great. “ There was nothing more that needed to be said, right? She had no idea how these things worked and what was supposed to be said or done after the afternoon they had just had. Suddenly her phone rang.

”Toran could you get me my phone? I think it fell out of my pants somewhere... around there... I think where you are standing somewhere...” She stood up and pointed behind him. It was probably there on the ground. The girl stretched and winced in pain. ”Oh man Toran! I think you cracked me a rib or two!” Even though it hurt she was laughing and rubbing the sore spot.
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