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Topic Started: Thursday, 12. December 2013, 00:45 (2,182 Views)
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He kissed her, fangs and all, with a soft but insistent hunger. The hand on her knee slid down her leg, up her hip and too the small of her back, so his hands were placed, one on her ass, the other near her slim waist.

He couldn't resist a request like that. Shifting his hips he spread her legs open further so he could slowly enter her, a soft deep rumble coming from his chest as he pushed his steel clad length into her body, hunger to be inside her nearly continually. If he could he'd just stay in her, never leaving, keeping her body tight to his.

This soft and tender snuggling was good, his silver-blue eyes closed as he filled her, pushing steadily until he was in as deep as he could, his arms strong around her, keeping her pressed tight against him. His heavy torso pushed down on her, but he knew she could handle it, he didn't have to worry about her not being able to breath. She was perfect in many ways, strong, fast, sturdy enough for him to be rough without risking permanent damage. He wanted to consume her in some ways, to just own her completely, yet he didn't want to lose her free will. It was an odd conundrum, but one he appreciated.
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For all the times when they fooled around, when they were playful or rough, this was slow and warm and intense even if it was gentle with the way she was kissing him time and time again. Pale lips tasting his with quiet sighs of pleasure and a lingering lazy smile across her features. Her voice turning to a gasp that ended with a low groan as their bodies joined with his hips pressed tightly to hers.

"Uhn... slowly..." the words were moaned even as she sought his lips again in another one of those slow kisses, happy to draw out the moments while she held onto him and hooked her free leg around one of his. The bite of her nails tracing his skin but a light one, a small contrast to the softness that she was otherwise displaying for him.

"Slow.... slowly..." she murmured again, nipping a this lips once more before seeking his tongue with her own.
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Her wish was his command. He moved softly, slowly against her, encouraging her arching and rolling beneath him with soft direction of his hands, his lips drifting across hers, his tongue dancing between her fangs. He was more than willing to embrace this soft moment, to roll and gently rock with her.

He loved the feeling of her leg sliding along his, his muscular arms flexing as he hold her tightly against his thick muscled torso. He would spend the rest of the night doing this, if he could. Enjoying the soft pleasures of her form, doing as she requested.
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Moaning his name in the kiss, it appeared as though she as well would happily draw out this sensation for as long as she could. The warmth and the closeness and the way his voice made her shiver lightly? It all combined into such a wonderful feeling, knowing that he could be rough with her when they were in the mood, as well as showing her this gentle affectionate side when she wanted him to.

He wanted her...
It felt so good to be wanted like that.

The smiling kisses would slowly grow a little hungrier as one hand stayed closed in his hair, giving a small tug while the other was left to roam him body, feeling how his muscles were moving underneath his skin.
"Baby..." oh... she wished day wasn't looming in the horizon, she wished she didn't feel it tugging at her, calling for her. Because she wanted to stay as she was, in his arms, where she was wanted and desired and safe.

Her free hand moved up, along his arm and across his shoulder before tracing up the side of his neck where it could come to rest, angling itself so that with a gentle nudge her thumb could make him lean his head back. The kiss ending but only so that she could lean up and slowly, painfully so, sink her fangs into the soft flesh of his throat.
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Some men master the ability to control their orgasm, to hold it off until they're ready. Toran was, decent but by no means a master, and there was no force short of magic that could allow him to hold off an orgasm when the bliss of a vampires Kiss flowed through him. His entire body seemed to vibrate, to tremble. His eyes were closed and a deep soft moan rumbled through the room as she sank her fangs in. His blood rushed to her mouth as though it were eager to escape his body.

His arms tightened around her, holding her close. He shudders within her, unable to stop himself or control it, the pleasure of the bite far more than his self control could handle. His mind was off, no thinking, just a shuddering shaking mass of pleasure dominating his awareness. She could take everything from him and he wouldn't stop her, couldn't. Each time she bit him it overwhelmed him a bit more. As though repeated exposure was sensitizing him to the pleasure, making him like it more and more.
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She felt him tensed in her arms, and her groan of pleasure was muffled against his throat as she drank of the warm life force that flowed from the flesh into which she'd plunged her fangs, tasting and savouring each precious little drop for all that they was worth. One mouthful though, it was all she was willing to allow herself, but she made sure to draw it out, both for her own pleasure and for his before she pulled back from his throat. A warm breath sweeping across his skin in a sigh before the Brujah would carefully lick close the small puncture wounds and clean his skin of any blood that might've been left behind.

Oh... it was such a sweet rush, the way the taste of his blood seemed to cloud her mind and mix with the wonderful way her body felt when joined with his.

Lucy shivered again, shifting her body slightly so that she could, while he was still overwhelmed by the Kiss, roll them both over in bed and lay him down on his back. Her soft body resting on top of his as she kissed his throat again, smiling with closed eyes as she felt the beat of his pulse beneath her lips sensitive touch.
"So sweet..."
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His arms remained around her, as though he feared she was going to just float away from him and he couldn't bare it. The soft deep groan rumbled in the depths of his chest and his hands weakly fluttered on her skin as he took slow, deep breaths. His legs were tangled with hers and his eyes remained closed. He managed a soft smile through his beard, almost unconscious from pleasure and blood loss.

He made no move to shift, no move to withdraw, he simply lay passive, his hands slowly picking up speed as he stroked her skin, his smile widening each time his hand traces the lines of her tattoo or slide over her firm backside. He was lost in a blissful moment, his mind nearly off with how much pleasure she had given him in such a small moment.
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And she in turn let her head come to rest on his shoulder, the back of her fingers brushing over the side of his neck as her eyes drifted shut again while smiling at how it felt to have his hands move over her body in gentle caress.
This was.. definitively the best way she could possibly think of to end a night. Both of them exhausted and content. The warmth of his body still pressed to hers while listening to the sound of his heart and his breathing, tasting his blood still on the tip of her tongue.

The Swede merely stayed where she was, draped over his stronger body, having no desire to move as much as an inch. And best part? She knew she wouldn't have to move as she could stay exactly where she was an be safe and warm until day came and took her away.
He would let her sleep there, and he'd keep her safe.

She purred with a smile and nuzzled into his shoulder while his hands continued to trace along the lines of her ink work.
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Toran did indeed drift to sleep. Blood replenishes fast, red cells less slow. So while his plasma count was decent, his red cell count was quite a bit lower, fatigue was a powerful anchor dragging him down. He didn't know much about blood loss, didn't realize he was endangering himself by not spacing the bites out wider. But it wasn't life threatening, it was just tiring. So for now, he'd sleep. his arms stroking her until they settled warm and heavy across her back, holding her close as he drifted away.
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The gentle brush of her fingers against the side of his neck would continue for a while longer as she listened to his steady breathing. Slowing as dawn neared and then stopping as her hand fell away and her body grew limp and still in day's embrace.
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Toran woke late in the afternoon, his skin cold and clammy, his thick muscles cramping painfully. Grimacing in pain he shifted Lucy tenderly onto the bed next to him and struggled to his feet. Dizziness shook him and it was all he could do to slide his kilt back on and belt it firmly. He carefully made his way to the kitchen, leaning on walls. There he poured a large glass of orange juice and snagged a bag of pumpkin seeds, roasted in salt and butter. He sat down heavily, having some trouble focusing. He drank the juice slowly as he munched the seeds. He realized he needed to get his blood iron up to clean his head so he could find the transfusion kit Mac gave him and restore his red blood cells.

It took a while but he finally felt good enough to walk. Searching a few places before he found the transfusion kit he hooked up a bag and sat heavily on the floor, holding the blood bag up and letting it travel into his vein, taking slow deep breaths. Once the blood bag was empty he took the needle out and got up, feeling far less confused and dizzy. Climbing to his feet he threw the bag in the trash, sterilized the equipment and put it back under the sink in the kitchen. He was getting low on human blood, but he wanted to save the kindred blood for an emergency. Have to figure out how to get more at some point. He wasn't sure he WANTED to know where Mac had gotten the human blood from.

Feeling better already he set his phone to sound an alarm if anyone tried to get into the shop or triggered the motion sensor on the door and went back into his bedroom. Shifting Lucy so she was laying beside him he curled his large frame around her and went back to sleep. He hoped to be there for her when he woke up.
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It would be a while before she'd stir. The iron grip of day finally letting go as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon to plunge the land into the winter darkness, allowing the vampire in his arms to stretch and murmur quietly as she needed a moment to remember where she was.
Waking up warm though, with his arms around her, she only needed but a second to do so. A happy smile spreading across her lips as she reached back and touched her fingers to his cheek, turning her head slightly to glance over her shoulder at him.

"Hey..." mmm, she did so love waking up warm the way she did when she woke up next to him. A girl could easily get used to this sort of pampering. "Did you sleep well?" Lucy smiled, lightly brushing her fingertips across his cheek though not yet moving as she wanted to stay in his arms a little while longer.
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He blinks his silver-blue eyes groggily. The transfusion, iron rich food and OJ were working wonders on bringing him back to full strength. He smiles at Lucy once he wakens enough to realize she was there.

"Hey Lilbit, yeah. And a lot too. I think I was only up for an hour of two. Bit tired today but it's fading already."

He smiled wide at her behind his beard, tightening his arms to draw her even closer to him, loving the soft feel of a woman in his arms when he wakes.

"I could get used to this."

His voice is soft, a bit husky for having just woken, like a deep cloud rumbling out of his chest. He strokes his arm up and down her side, grinning at her as his brain starts to click back into gear and waking up.

He stretches, holding her tight against him as he arches his back and holding her against his muscular chest as his back pops, one vertebrae at a time.
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His embrace tightened a little, pulling her to him as the Swede drew her breath and bit down on her lip gently, arching lightly to the touch of his hand travelling up and down the side of her body. Her eyes once more drifting closed as she rested her head back on the pillow, savouring the warmth of his body pressed to hers and that deep husky rumble of his voice that left her knees all weak.

"Tired?" she was quiet for a few, her own hand moving to rest on the arm that was wrapped around her waist. "Did i take too much...?" she probably had, hadn't she? Damn it. And she'd tried to be good, but, he made it so hard to be good. "I'm sorry..." it mad her realize she had to start thinking and not just act.

The blonde didn't want to hurt him, didn't want him weak because of her. With his line of work and his usual luck, the last thing he needed was for her to leave him all weak in the knees and dizzy.
"I'll be better. Promise"

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"Don't worry about it Lilbit. I will be fine. After all, I have to get used to donating, if I want to keep having the kind of things I want to have with you. I LIKE when you drink from me. Maybe that's dumb, on a survival standpoint. But it's true."

His silver-blue eyes regard her warmly as he strokes her side, his voice a deep rumble as he gets used to using it this morning.

"I had a question though. How do your kind choose to bring someone over? If they wanted to be like you?"

He rather hoped she didn't freak out the way Sawyer had. It was genuine curiosity. Yes, there was that lingering desire to be free of cancer, to be away from the disease that killed his mother and drove his father to drink himself to death. But mostly he wanted to know what he was involved in.

"I know mortals develop a bond when they drink your blood, do you when you drink mine?"

He doubted he'd find a more open vampire than Lucy, given all they had shared. He had a feeling if he couldn't get her to talk about it, then likely he'd never find out.
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Her back pressed to his chest, Lucy turned her head slightly again so she could half way look at him over her shoulder. He was right, she was rather open minded and she didn't have a problem talking with him, which was why she gave him a small smile that looked almost apologetic.
"Sorry.. no... I don't" the blonde said. "A mortal's blood can't form a bond, only a vampire's can" although... "If you had been Kindred, I would've been bonded to you" her hand on his gave a light squeeze. "And I would've been bonded to you out of my own free will" the blonde said honestly.

"As for choosing a Childe... I dunno. I think everyone looks for different things, so I can't really give you one true answer to that. It is considered an honour I guess, a reward?" she brushed her fingers across the back of his hand as she spoke. "You really want to be one of us, don't you?" there was perhaps a bit of sadness to her voice when she said it, but, her smile was still soft.
"I do know that for any of us to Embrace another we need the Prince's permission or risk getting killed, both Childe and Sire"
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"Yes and no Lilbit. I like what I have with you right now. I enjoy it. I admit it's easy and convenient, being able to walk in both worlds. Having the freedom to travel in the sun. But as a mortal, even one enhanced with vampire blood, I'm in a position where I could be trapped, tormented and controlled."

He kisses her cheek when she turns her head, resting his mouth against the back of her head so his voice rumbles through her, his hand curling around, sliding between her thighs to tease her gently as he talks.

"I like this, what I have with you, how I can enjoy it. But I saw cancer destroy my parents, so I'm afraid of it. More afraid of it than I am of dying, I'll admit that. I know you'll never die of cancer, or any other disease. That if you're clever and careful you can live thousands of years... and while I can too, eventually I'll be fully a slave to someone, right? Or I risk missing a month and then, all that age creeps up and I'm dust."

He pulls her back against him, letting her feeling his inevitable wake up arousal, making it clear he was happy to have her right where she was. His other arm was beneath her, and it rose like a bar to cover her breasts, one finger playing with a nipple idly, as he tests her control.

"I do like having my human drives, like this drive to see you impaled and screaming my name. I just need to learn more of your world, to find out how to navigate it and avoid endangering any of you."
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Oh, oh that wasn't fair to do to her while they were talking.

The Swede's blue eyes drifted closed with a low murmur, having to focus to be able to keep talking. Though her voice lowered, turning to a slightly murmured whisper.
"Sawyer wouldn't treat you as a slave...." the blonde squirmed slightly before adding in a slightly lower whisper. "I wouldn't treat you as a slave..." if he had been hers.
"There's pros and cons to either side... The bond being a big factor either way..." she bit her lip for a moment and furrowed her brows as he pulled her back against him, letting her feel his body's growing desire for herself.

"You'll lose more than the sun if you're turned... You might change your personality... might change your wants and desires...You might not want or need me any more" and the selfish part of her didn't want to lose what they had. "It's common for vampires to lose their sex drive all together... most of my kind don't want or need it any more..." and then there was the inability to eat or drink. That alone could be enough to make a person go insane.

She squirmed slightly again, arching her back to press her chest into his hand and her hips back against him.
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He continued his ministrations, enjoying her attempt to stay calm and talk things over, his silver eyes half closed as he considered what she was saying. He loved how soft and warm her body was, though her nipple was quite warm, as was the thighs his fingers were busy moving between.

"You don't seem to have lost your drive, but I can understand what you mean. I don't mind waiting this.... after all is a very good time for both of us, I think."

He shifted until his manhood was rubbing between her legs from behind, tormenting her with it, his voice a soft deep rumble.

"I don't think Sawyer would enslave me, no... but he did put off completing a bond. The third step makes for the most powerful connection, right?"

He shifting, causing the steel rings to slide between her legs, rubbing her where his fingers weren't touching. He was hoping to drive her wild.

"Lilbit... reach out and grab the iron headboard rails... I'm going to be pretty mean to you right now... but I promise you'll like it, at least I'm fairly sure you will."
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"I already told you" the blonde murmured, arching again as he continued to slowly torment her. "I'm a really bad vampire..." a young vampire to boot, one whose skin still retained some of its mortal heat, one capable of still consuming mortal food even if she didn't often do so. She knew she wasn't like most, she knew she still wanted to feel human, feel alive.

"T-third step completes the bond. Third step will make you.. his..." and while she hoped, she knew it might eliminate the place she had in Toran's life. It was hard to tell how she would fit in once that third step took hold. So... she would simply have to keep hoping.

He shifted his body, letting her feel his arousal as he rubbed against her even as her hands reluctantly stopped touching him so that they could reach up and close their fingers around the iron headboard rails as he told her to.
At least it gave her something to hold onto. And while she wasn't sure what he meant to do to her, she was pretty sure she would need that something to ground herself.

"Toran.."
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