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| Toran | Saturday, 14. December 2013, 23:25 Post #81 |
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What he intended to do, included shackling her arms with heavy chains to the head board, once again putting her head in the hooded blindfold and spending an hour with her on her back being tormenting by various parts of his body, until she was literally shaking out of control. It was a very serious exploration of her form, looking for all the sensitive places, all the spots that made her moan, and all the places that made her squirm, and then finally, a serious, vigorous and passionate pounding as he attempting to join their bodies together, once it was over he lay atop her, having unshackled her hands and removed the hood, kissing her mouth softly, regarding her with warm humor. "I am, an evil, evil man, aren't I Lilbit?" His deep voice had a hint of exhaustion too it, but it was the kind of happy exhaustion a man has when he's finished a game or sport and loves the high he's riding. He was resting between her legs, his body draped down hers. Finding it extremely enjoyable to have her beneath him, knowing he couldn't crush her if he wanted to. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 14. December 2013, 23:47 Post #82 |
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Oh, and he'd get exactly what he wanted from her as the blonde would writhe and moan under his ministration. Hands pulling at the restraints keeping her in place while her back tried to arch her off the bed. Her voice turning to whimper and small sobbing pleas when he pushed her and denied her time and time again until she truly couldn't take it no more. Then first allowing her freedom when he claimed her and brought her past her limit with a cry of surrender. Once freed of the hood and the shackles, her trembling arms moved around him to brush her fingers across the back of his neck and shoulder while she held him and merely shared in his warmth. Slender legs gently sliding against his while she closed her eyes and took in his scent, not minding one bit the weight of his body resting on top of her. "Mmmm, yes... very evil" she couldn't even pretend to say that with a straight face as the smile simply wouldn't leave her lips. "Torturing me like that.." making her plead and whimper and moan and mmm... yes, good warm thoughts those were. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 14. December 2013, 23:55 Post #83 |
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Toran kisses her softly and grimaces as his belly lets out a huge rumble. "My pale mortality is reminding me of needs. I think I'd best eat something... else... and take a shower. Are you planning on staying here today or were you going to put in some hours at the tattoo parlor?" There was a bit of concern in his silver-blue eyes, but he knew she was a big girl and he wasn't going to try and stop her from living her unlife any way she needed. He gently rose to his feet and slipped into the kilt she liked so much. He was definitely sweaty enough to need a shower, but he really needed to get a decent stake into him, along with some other iron rich food sources. He was starting to think Lucy enjoyed her role as Lilbit a great deal. He might have to take some time and research how to do things more thoroughly... after all, if she enjoyed being a submissive, who was he to stand in her way? It wasn't as if it didn't help him. It did all sorts of wonderful things to his system. Another loud gurgle of his stomach reminded him to get off his ass and cook some food. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 00:30 Post #84 |
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As he pulled away and slipped from her arms, the Swede rolled over onto her side so she could watch him. The covers slipping down to pool around her hips while she cupped her chin in her hand. It was a lazy comfortable kind of thing, her slender frame looking rather small when laying all alone in the middle of a massive bed which messy sheets were matched by her messy tell tail hair. You know the kind. The kind that told just about anyone who threw one glance at her what she'd been up to. "I was thinking of going hunting. I'm a bit hungry myself" because while he was filling like no other human she'd ever drank from, their nightly exercises left her in need of more blood to sustain her than she otherwise would've needed. And, considering he'd been tired... Yeah, she really really didn't want to strain him. "But... I figured I'd take tonight off as well, maybe do some sketch work. Go back tomorrow. Don't worry though. If you want the place to yourself for a while I'll just go hang somewhere else" because she had made him a promise of not crowding his space and intended to keep it. That didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the view while there though. |
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| Toran | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 00:40 Post #85 |
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He turned to face her, enjoying the sight of her mostly uncovered form and leans down, kissing her softly. "You feel free to come back after you find something to eat. I'll be here looking forward to it. And a nice steak'll fix me up." He also figured she wouldn't be getting quite so damaged in normal days. So he wasn't concerned about her losing control and bleeding him dry. Course, he had to figure out how to feed the kid in the basement, and how to tell her about it. She probably needed to feed too. Well, he had a blood bag left. "When you get back I'll need your advice on something. A project Sawyer has me working on. I'll have to make sure it's ok to talk to you about it. But if I can, I'll definitely want your help." He rose and grinned, comfortable in just the kilt. He'd always enjoyed wearing it, it just felt silly in the US. He supposed this close to Scotland it wasn't quite as silly, and besides, if she liked it, he would look silly for a good cause. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 01:07 Post #86 |
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"Mmm... alright" Lucy smiled happily, her gaze travelling over his body and coming to rest on his face as she locked her gaze with his. A quick swing out, to literally grab a bite or two, then back to talk with him and maybe get a little sketch work done? Oh, and she ought to pick up some spray cans too, start designing some interior art to help lighten up the apartment a little. "You go grab something to eat while I'll take a quick shower and pop outside for a bit. I'll see you in a couple of hours?" she said as she moved to slide off the bed, the covers falling away completely as she rose to her feet, finding that her knees were still a little weak but strong enough to keep her upright at least. Around him she didn't mind being naked, and it showed, because it wasn't as if she was trying to hide away. He'd kind of, sort of seen all of her by now anyway. Explored all over her too and yet she wouldn't mind him doing so time and time again. "Oh... uhm, I don't have a key so, you'll be here when I get back right?" the Brujah asked as she reached for her bag of clothes to pick out some new underwear. She was aware of the place having a rather heavy security system but she had no idea just how advanced it might be. Sooo, she'd prefer it if he was home, so she wouldn't end up walking into some contraption of some kind. |
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| Toran | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 01:17 Post #87 |
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Despite the fact that he just finished enjoying that beautiful naked form, he still felt a surge of lust to see her naked and standing before him, and a very primitive desire to claim her again. He shivered slightly and took a deep breath, nodding his head. "I'll be here. I'll set up one of the secure phones I made for you with a slimmed down version of my security accesses so you won't have to worry about that. But I'll be here tonight to let you back in for sure. I've got no plans but enjoying my time here. I'll check on my computers to see if they've made any progress, but so far no alerts have popped up." He had a bit of trouble taking his eyes off her slim inked form and it was with a great surge of willpower that he looked away and chuckled to himself. He'd seen it with other ghouls. They didn't ALL react this way, apparently he'd just gotten lucky to have a severe sexual addiction to come through with his becoming a ghoul. Kind of made him value Lucy even more. She knew what he was, and some of the reasons he reacted the way he did, and was willing to help him. That was pretty important. "While you're out I'll grill myself a nice steak, maybe have a spinach and pumpkin seed salad and wash it down with some OJ. Should go a long way towards improving my blood." There was no negativity or resentment in his voice, no sign whatsoever that he minded how much of his life essence she had drained, his posture stately clearly that he wanted her any way he could have her, even to the point of her draining him dry. Maybe it was a crazy kind of trust, but some claimed he didn't have the sense god gave a goose. That must be it. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 01:39 Post #88 |
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Seeing as she wasn't entirely sure where all her clothes from yesterday had ended up (sure they were somewhere in the apartment but she didn't feel like a treasure hunt), she picked out a pair of black panties and polka dotted bra, threw some clean clothes onto the bed though kept the underwear in her hand as she walked up to him. "I think that sounds like a good plan" the Swede smiled at him, touching her hand to his chest as she pushed herself up onto her toes to steal a light kiss from him. "Go grab some food mm? You need it" she wanted him smiling and she wanted him healthy. His well being was important to her, after all. Lucy smiled at him as she pulled back, her hand lingering on his chest until she stepped away, letting it trace down his arm and along his hand with a smile until she was finally out of reach. "And I'll see you later. And we can talk, if Sawyer says it's cool" as, despite the fact that she spent more time with Toran than she did with any actual vampires, she had no wish to step on the Nos' toes. |
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| Toran | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 01:49 Post #89 |
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The big man grinned, pleased by her kiss and he chuckles, a deep rumbling. "Alright, I'll be in the kitchen." Walking away from her while she was undressed was pretty hard, but he managed. Helped along by his very mortal need to pee. Once his time in the bathroom was settled and he had washed up a bit he went into the kitchen and started a fairly large steak grilling. He'd stocked up on decent iron providing foods, so he pulled a bag of raw spinach and poured it out into a bowl. Then he added roasted pumpkin seeds, dried apricots and a sprinkling of lemon juice over the whole affair. Setting it on his table to go with his steak. He absently hummed while he worked, a simple quiet happy sound, of no particular make up. He figured she'd pop into the kitchen to give him a kiss goodbye, but if she didn't, he'd be fine either way. He took down a huge tankard and filled it with OJ, chuckling to realize how weird a meal it was, but food was just fuel for the body and he needed to match his diet to his activities. Iron heavy was gonna be a priority. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 01:58 Post #90 |
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Once the bathroom was free, she'd lay claim to it so that she could shower and freshen up. She always felt the need to shower when she woke up, not because she always needed it but it had been part of her morning routine when she was mortal and had continued on as an evening routine now that she was undead. And, while she loved having his scent on her, she also didn't want to go around smelling like a man as that might make things a bit weird. Specially when she was out hunting, so yeah, a good long warm shower followed by a little time to apply make up while pretending that she would at some point be able to tame her hair if she managed to find the right combination of hair product, and she'd slip into her clothes, walking into the kitchen while pulling a tank over her head and covering up the polka dotted push up bra she'd picked out. Baggy jeans tonight with a low cut waist and combat boots, she had also grabbed a hoodie that actually fit her, black and purple striped which went nicely with the few stripes of purple that she'd added to her hair with some hair mascara. "Okay, I'm heading out" the Brujah walked over to give him a kiss, since she saw no reason to miss out on that. "If anything comes up or if you need me to grab anything on the way home, gimmi a call, yeah?" she brushed her hand over his cheek, each finger nail painted in a different colour. What? You thought she'd match up everything? Pffft. |
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| Toran | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 02:05 Post #91 |
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He grinned, a well cooked steak with a decent chunk already carved out of it on the plate in front of him, a half empty bowl of salad next to it. He kissed her hand and nodded, his silver-blue eyes taking her in approvingly. "Be safe Lilbit. See you soon." He regarded her calmly, no sign of repugnance or disgust at her plan to go out and take blood from another human being. It just... didn't bug him. Maybe it should have. At times he thought he was calmer about vampires than some of the vampires he had encountered. Either way, he wanted to be sure she was safe and well fed. He realized he might end up drifting off for a bit of a nap while she was gone, knowing his phone would wake him. The fuller his belly got the more his body wanted a nap to replenish its store of red blood cells. Either way he smiled warmly and wrapped an arm around her to pull her into a light kiss before she got away. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 02:14 Post #92 |
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For what it was worth, at least she had always hoped it was worth something, Lucy's way of hunting was relatively kind. She didn't jump people, beat them down or scare the ever living crap out of them to get what she needed. There were of course exceptions to said rule, but they usually deserved what came their way as the Brujah preferred leaving people with a nice experience as opposed to nightmares. Everyone had to do what they needed to survive right? Her diet was just... a little more restricted than most. She chuckled when he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in to kiss her, the Brujah returning the touch with a grin to her own lips as her hands cupped his face. "You do realize you need to let me go if I'm to get out of here, yeah?" |
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| Toran | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 02:25 Post #93 |
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The muscular man couldn't help himself, he stuck his tongue out at her and let her go, settling back in his chair and resolutely cutting a piece of steak, his eyes traveling up and down her form, wiggling his eyebrows in a horribly exaggerated fashion. He bid her stay safe again and let her go while he enjoyed his meal. He contemplated that his new exercise regime was far more strenuous than all the weights and pulls up he had been doing, and a social affair at that. It was something that amused him. While he watched her go he contemplated that he should figure out something social for himself to do with Lucy, so she didn't start to feel permanently cooped up inside the place. Where do you take a vampire tattoo aritst on a date? |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 02:34 Post #94 |
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Well, he'd have a couple of hours to think about it as the Brujah giggled and blew him a kiss before disappearing out the door, down the stairs and out of the building. Leaving him with a little time to relax and recover or just get some things done if he wanted to. She loved spending time with him, but spending all your time with one person wasn't healthy. Everyone needed a little alone time to do whatever they wanted to do, and tonight, that came in the form of her needing to hunt. |
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| Toran | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 03:06 Post #95 |
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Toran finished his meal and washed his dishes, putting them back where they belonged. Feeling pretty full he took a fast shower, rinsing himself thoroughly before putting on a pair of sweat pants and collapsing onto his bed. He set his alarm to the highest shriek it was capable of and set his security to go off if someone stepped up onto the steps leading to his door. He checked the security feeds on the guest and saw it was unchanged. So far he didn't have any clear instructions not to fuck with it. A fast message exchange with Sawyer told him not to talk about it. That frustrated him a little, considering Lucy was living here for the next while, but orders were orders, he was sure Sawyer had his reasons. Sure his place was secure he left his eyes closed and drifted into a restful healing sleep, focusing his thoughts on restoring his blood count to normal. It was with visions of blood cells dancing his head head that he fell asleep. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 21:20 Post #96 |
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As promised, a few hours passed, around two and a half, before Lucy returned. The Harley was once more secured in the shed he'd built, quite possibly triggering some alarms indoors, before she walked up to the door and knocked on it, giving the camera a wave. She was smiling, a shopping bag in one hand stuffed with spray boxes, paint and brushes. She'd meant what she was, and was genuinely looking forward to getting to paint his walls and decorate the place with a bit more colour. Not that it wasn't nice as it was, but, yeah, colours! They made everything better. It was a generous gesture actually, letting her put her own touch on his home. And she was hoping she'd be able to do it justice. He was kind enough to let her stay, Hell, even offer to let her move in permanently. The least she could do was this. |
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| Toran | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 22:24 Post #97 |
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The phone did indeed sound a siren when Lucy approached the motorcycle shed, waking Toran from his nap. When he saw it was her on the video feed he slipped out of bed. Dressed in a pair of sweat pants he came down the stairs and opened the door, letting her in right after she knocked. He gave her a quick kiss and would attempt to snag at least one bag to carry upstairs for her. "Hunting go well?" His deep voice was a bit husky with sleep and his hair was a tangled mess in need of a trim, but his silver-blue eyes regarded her warmly, if a bit sleepy. "And unfortunately, Sawyer doesn't want me talking about his project. So forget I mentioned it. Nothing dangerous anyway." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 22:37 Post #98 |
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The sight of him was met by a smile from the vampire who returned his kiss with an affectionate touch and didn't argue as he took the bags. They weighed more than you'd think from looking at them, but considering they were filled with paint and spray cans and the like, well, they were bound to weight a bit. "Hunting went well" Lucy smiled, one hand brushing over his abdomen as she walked past him, waiting for him to lock the door and walk with her before she headed towards the back room and the stairs. "And I stopped and bought paint. So I can start working on your walls as soon as I have a design done" it was a wonderful distraction from the waiting game as, without it, she probably would've ended up hitting said wall instead. And that would've been a lot less useful. "Mm, you look like you've been sleeping. You know, if you want, you can go back to bed again and just rest a bit more. You probably need it" given how much energy he'd managed to spend in the short time she'd stayed there she would've been surprised if he wasn't at least a little tired. Chuck in the blood loss and yeah, he ought to be exhausted actually. She gave a mental sigh at herself for having drained him as much as she had. It wasn't fair and it wasn't good for him. Hell, she couldn't even offer him the blood he might need to recover. Because then he would be twice bonded and yeah... too many complications, not to mention it would've been a huge fuck you to Sawyer who she liked and wanted to stay on friendly terms with. |
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| Toran | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 22:43 Post #99 |
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He chuckled and shrugged his heavy shoulders. "I'll get used to it. I mean, yeah, I'm tired. But I'll get used to it. People who donate blood actually end up producing it faster once they're acclimated, so don't feel too bad hon. Besides, if I kept you safe and healthy, I consider it a good cause." He didn't have much problem with the bags of paint, then again, he wouldn't have when he was just a mortal. There were some advantages to having worked out as much as he did. He contemplated going back to sleep, since she was offering. Even though he would get used to donating blood, it was true he wasn't used to it yet, and sleep might be a good thing for him. Once they got up the spiral staircase he set the paint cans in one of the spare rooms. Then he walked over to the fuse panel and showed her where the ventilation switches where. So she'd be able to turn on the fans and prevent the place from being filled with paint fumes. That was something he'd installed himself, an extremely high powered vent system to prevent any fumes from turning the place lethal. Needed too since the windows were bricked shut. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 23:16 Post #100 |
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"You're sweet..." really sweet, and in more ways than one, heh. Okay, so her mind needed to stop going there when she was around him. She walked with him and actually paid attention as he showed her the switches to get the ventilation system going. Pretty nifty actually, though then again, he'd put a lot more thought and effort into this place than she'd done with hers. At least as far as security and functionality went. She'd kind of gone with her heart first and then thought about the rest afterwards. Not the best way to deal with things when you were a vampire, but some habits were hard to change. "You thought about everything when you set this place up, didn't you?" Lucy said with a smile at him. "Mmm, you'd probably make for a better vampire than me" it was the truth, plain and simple, even if she would be happy for what time she got to have with him while he was still mortal. "Though.. I'm glad you're lightning up a little" she said, touching her fingers to his cheek. "You look a lot better with a smile than with a frown" |
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