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| Topic Started: Thursday, 19. December 2013, 15:43 (2,023 Views) | |
| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 15:43 Post #1 |
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He'd find it left on the night stand, the small gift box. Meaning she must've left it there before hitting the showers, because surely it hadn't been there when he'd woken up. A card was propped up against it carrying his name. From the bathroom the sound of falling water could be heard, a soft trail of steam snaking out into the hallway through the half open door accompanied by quiet singing. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 15:51 Post #2 |
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The heavily muscled ghoul regards the tiny box with bemusement. It was clearly, a present. It was clearly, for him. It was also, not yet Christmas. He contemplates it for a little while, like it was one of those deeply tricky moral dilemmas. Should he be good and leave the present until Christmas day? Or should he take the implied permission of it being left here for what it seemed and open it now? Now seemed good. He picked up the box and started unwrapping, grinning like a kid... well at Christmas. For all of his flaws and moments of weakness, Lucy stuck by him, and that was the best gift he could get. Though, presents were nice. He'd been working on something for her, but it wasn't, quite ready yet. He was fairly sure she'd enjoy it. Opening the box the big man looked down at.... |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 15:54 Post #3 |
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The box contained... A simple key. Not the kind that fit a door but perhaps a pad lock or something similar. It probably didn't make much sense but the gift had come with a card, so, perhaps that would help decipher its use. When opened he'd find it was written by hand, reading as follows: "You're bound to meet those of my kind who will say that as a Ghoul, you belong to someone else, and as such you can own nothing of your own. This though will be yours if you want it. It might not be much, but I hope you will take it and treasure it. Because no one will ever be able to take it from you if you do. Just a key. But it comes with a promise: that I will be yours and only yours. For as long as you'll want me. Merry Christmas. Yours Lilbit" Edited by Lucy Fehrer, Thursday, 19. December 2013, 16:21.
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| Toran | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 16:29 Post #4 |
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Toran regards the key and reads the card, a somewhat sappy look on his face as he picks up her choker and regards it, a semi-dopey grin crossing his face beneath his beard. It was, indeed, quite a gift. He had to admit, it seemed perfect for the way their relationship was going. He bounces the choker on his palm and regards the key, checking and confirming that they do, indeed fit together. The ghoul smiled and walked down the hall and headed for the bathroom, a soft look on his face, his silver-blue eyes gleaming. He ducked his head in and through the steam watched Lucy showering, the glass just frosted enough to make it more of an impression than outright spying. He knocked on the frame, his deep voice rolling into the room ahead of him. "Hey Lilbit. Found your present." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 16:45 Post #5 |
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The sound of his voice was answers by the water getting turned off and Lucy's head popping out of the shower to flash him a grin. Her hairsoaked with water and plastered to her face. "Yeah?" she smiled, one hand on the frosted glass she was partially hiding behind. "You like it?" the Swede bit her lip with a hopeful look. Because well, he might not. Even she realized it was sort of silly. But, she hoped the symbolism would mean something. "I'm not asking you to be mine, you know? I like you being free, I'd never want to take that away from you. I just... I'm happy being yours. Because you make me trust you" she smiled softly, watching his expression with blue eyes. "So I'm not trying to change things between us. Just, giving you something that'll be yours" Edited by Lucy Fehrer, Thursday, 19. December 2013, 16:46.
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| Toran | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 16:58 Post #6 |
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The big man walked across the bathroom, cupped her face in his palms and leaned down to give her a solid, very firm, very passionate kiss, one hand sliding behind her head to keep it pressed to his, the other wrapping around her wet waist and pulling her against him solidly. Wearing only the kilt he had taken up as his indoor clothing her choker was in his grip against the back of her head. It would be quite some time before either of them managed coherent speech but when he was through they'd at least both be very relaxed, and her choker would be locked firmly around her throat. Afterwords he'd regard her with his silver-blue eyes and a soft smile on his face. His expression warm and welcoming. "You are a wonderful wonderful person Lilbit. I hope you know that." His voice is deep, soft and very sincere as he holds her against him. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 17:14 Post #7 |
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Oh.. Oh, that was... Oh, that was nice... The blonde simply melted into his arms as he pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss returned with the same kind of passion that he was showing her while slider arms wrapped around his larger frame to hold him. That really was all the answer she needed.And the best possible reaction she could've hoped for. Hopefully he could tell through the kiss just how much she was smiling. And just how happy she was to have him show his appreciation the way he did. "Mm, you keep saying that I might just start believing you" Lucy smiled up at him, stretching her neck a little to feel the leather around her neck. She honestly hadn't thought she'd feel comfortable, safe enough even, with someone to give them the key like that. Though looking into his eyes she knew she'd made the right choice. "Merry Christmas in advance, Toran" Lucy chuckled. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 17:20 Post #8 |
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The large ghoul smiled at her, hooking a finger in her collar and using it to draw her with him into the bedroom. He had every intention of wishing her a merry Christmas in return, but first he had to tie her down and torment her for most of the evening to show her that he'd take gooooooood care of the gift she had given him. Once THAT was done and he was holding her curled against him, freshly fed and warm in his arms he'd kiss her neck softly and wish her a merry Christmas. She'd pretty much derailed every thought in his head for the day aside from holding her and enjoying her presence. His voice soft as they cuddle naked in bed together. "You mean a lot to me Lilbit. I'm going to work hard to be worthy of the gift you've given me, alright?" He stroked her hair softly and smiled, his head resting on her shoulder as he cuddled her back against his stomach. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 17:35 Post #9 |
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Was it weird that she really liked it when he used the collar to pull her with him? Eh, probably. Did she care that it was weird? Not one damn bit, because it left her feeling much too good to be able to spare such a thought even a shred of consideration. So, a good long while later, followings squirming, writhing and soft pleas between tender cries of passion, the Swede curled into him and bit her lips with a breathed sigh. Her own hands resting on the arm that was wrapped around her while more or less purring softly at the way he was stroking her hair. The Brujah perfectly relaxed and without enough strength to move as much as an inch. "I'm not asking for much" Lucy reassured him, turning her head just enough to glance over her shoulder at him. "Just be good to me?" because if he did, she really couldn't ask for more. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 17:41 Post #10 |
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He smiled and kissed her lips when she turned to look at him. His silver-blue eyes regarding her warmly. "It's not hard to be good to you Lilbit. You're an inspirational woman. You bring out good things in me." He kept stroking her hair, his calloused palm warm against her head, his other hand rested on her belly, exerting just enough pressure to keep her firmly against him, his beard resting on her shoulder, the tiny hairs soft against her skin. She even inspired him to condition his beard thoroughly and regularly, just so the hair was silky for her. "I really appreciate that. You've done a lot to bring out the warm humanity in me, to help me care again, and get me to engage in life. That means a great deal to me. I was heading down a dark road before you came along. You saved me from it." Toran wasn't a poetic man, he tended to think things through pretty logically. So it was hard to really express how he felt. He wasn't talking in terms of ghouls, vampires or mortals, just the simpler truth. She inspired him to come out of his shell, to bring light and color into his stone bunker and keep him connected with the world outside. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 17:56 Post #11 |
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All the little things he did for her all served to make her feel special. From the way he curled her into his arms when day approached, to the fact that he bothered looking after his beard the way he did so it would feel soft for her, or how he let her treat his home as if it was hers. He looked after her, made her smile, made her laugh. Heh, he also made her whimper and moan, plead and scream. Drawing out those sides of her she hadn't realized existed until she'd met him, giving her reason to trust. Trust meant the world to her. He kissed her and she returned the touch, watching him as he spoke, telling her she had made a difference in his life and his choices. The blonde's own smile one which spoke of affection and warmth, and of gratitude for him telling her those things. "I think you saved yourself by letting me into your life. By letting me share in your world... I'm glad, Toran. You make me happy... I haven't ever felt this relaxed with someone before. This safe..." she traced her fingers lazily along the arm holding her. Blue eyes still watching him. "You're a better man than you think. Much too good to let yourself stray onto a dark path" |
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| Toran | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 18:05 Post #12 |
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He smiled warmly at her. It was nights like this when keeping her a screaming shuddering wreck was intensely appealing. He'd long known he was much better with his hands than his words and she did a wonderful job of letting him prove that. "Well, if you weren't who you were, I couldn't have reacted as I did. So we'll just have to settle for both of us being intensely awesome individuals." The man tightened his arms to give her a soft hug, enjoying how wonderful she felt pressed against him. She did a great job of making him feel comfortable, allowing him to feel at home. He was glad she took him for who he was. That she didn't try to cage him. He cared about her, quite a lot, far more than a bond would explain, at least the level they had it. But while he could dedicate his feelings to her, and did, the nature of a ghoul was such that pure loyalty could be a very difficult thing to achieve. A big part of him wanted to start all over again, to take her body again and again as the evening progressed, but he was also happy having her curled politely against him. Holding her tight and simply enjoying the soft feeling of a woman he cared for being curled in his arms. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 18:29 Post #13 |
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And because of that she would never ask him for promises he wouldn't be able to keep. Besides, why would she? What they had was great, just as it was. And while she didn't need or want anyone but him, the two of them were in very different positions as far as their lives and situations went. She was happy like this. And if he was too? Then they'd be fine, as there were some things that would, regardless, be theirs and theirs a line, no matter what. The only leash she wanted in their relationship? Was the one he'd put on her when he felt like playing. It might just be though, that she was starting to learn how his mind worked. Because even as he hugged her close and let her know he was happy to keep it ar that, a delicate hand slipped behind her and down between their bodies to let nimble fingers close around his length. "More?" the word was a warm whisper as that gentle hand began moving along him in slow strokes, feeling the flesh and the metal beneath her touch.Her own body grinding back against him for a little added pressure. It wasn't just the physical aspect of it, but the mental one. The pleasure she found in letting herself be free with him. That unexplainable state of bliss she found when he touched he and looked at her with want and need. She loved being able to being that out in him and at the same time feel safe. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 18:38 Post #14 |
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A shiver traveled down his thick frame and his hand bunched in her hair, the other hand sliding down to find and stimulate her, his deep voice a rumble as he speaks directly into her neck, his body responding to her touch. He lets out a soft chuckle. "How can I say no to you Lilbit?" It was clear he had no intention of it either. Her hand found a hot and ready response. It was probably good that she was there for him so frequently. Gods alone know what he would be like if he didn't have such a ready and eager method of bleeding off the frustration his system continually pumped into him. Some ghouls reacted to the increased stress on their system by developing strange compulsions, fixations or just going mad. Mac had her masochism and violence, her addictions. This was Toran's. A lusty addiction that he felt compelled to sooth regularly. It was one of the reasons he cherished Lucy so much, he had long ago realized that a normal human woman would not be able to handle the frequency and aggressiveness of his sexual responses, her body would break down. For that he thanked the world regularly for having Lilbit in his life. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 19:43 Post #15 |
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Blue eyes drifted shut with a quiet sigh of pleasure as she bit down on her lip, the tip of her fangs,s till visible from earlier, merely pressing against the skin rather than breaking through it as she arched into him allowed the beginning moans and whimpers to escape her. In return to the caress of his hand, her own would continue its slow teasing, flexing her fingers and alternating the pressure ever so slightly while it continued to move along him. His hands bunched in her hair and the Brujah craned her neck, letting go of the lip she'd been biting down on. The shiver that brought out in her one that was a bit stronger than she'd anticipated. No... she hadn't actually thought she'd be into the kind of things they'd been experimenting and playing around with. When Jen had even mentioned it, Lucy remember she'd laughed and said pain wasn't her thing. And well, it wasn't her thing in the way it was Jen's. She didn't get off on it the same way. But she liked giving in to the man currently holding her tight to his warm body. Liked it when he was rough, and when he denied her only to reward her when she was on the verge of breaking down. Soft and hard. He had both and he shared them in a way that didn't harm her, even if it at times hurt. That though, mm, yes she could very much handle that though. Funny how you sometimes need another to find out new things about yourself. Though, there were some things about herself she'd always known, like how she was a tease? One who couldn't help but smile at the thought of pushing his limits as well, seeing just how long he could take her being gentle before his frustration mounted. It was a back and forth kind of game. One she enjoyed very much there she squirmed softly in his arms and whimpered again. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 19:50 Post #16 |
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Perhaps it was conditioning, or perhaps simply the way he was wired; Toran could not stop himself when a woman teased him, he had to respond. It was one of the reasons he was so happy to have Lucy there to take the edge off, to bring him down off the dangerous edge. He was starting to pant softly, her teasing working to bring him to that feral edge of need and desire to torment her. His hunger was growing each moment her soft hand revealed its hidden strength. He pulled her around by her hair and laid a fierce kiss on her, his tongue sliding between her fangs to seek hers, his powerful hand pressing firmly between her legs even as he shifted his body to be atop hers, thoughts of chains and other toys a distant second to the simple desire to claim her now, to have her impaled. His voice was a deep rumbling growl of hunger directly into her form as he pushed her down onto the mattress beneath him. The hand tucked into her hair maintaining an iron grip, keeping her from squirming too hard or escaping the hunger that was descending upon her. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 20:18 Post #17 |
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He held her down, trapped her with the hand in her hair that held her so tightly it was almost painful and she responded to him with a groaned whimper against his lips. The sound muffled into the kiss as his mouth laid claim to hers, teasing her with how his tongue sought hers, tempting her to draw blood when it brushed against her fangs. He liked it when she submissive to him. Though... God he was strong.. this time, while the way he held her down and used his hands on her made it difficult to think and move, she was putting up a bit of a fight. Not enough to make him want to back down, but just enough to let him know that if he wanted her? He'd have to fight her for it. Maybe that was just a turn on for her, though, she did so love it when he got like this. The Brujah currently struggling beneath him trusting him enough to feel confident that even if she pushed him, he wouldn't lay any actual harm to her. The collar was still around her neck, she was still his. He needed only push the right buttons and she'd submit to him again but. Though, if he took the challenge? Yeah, she wouldn't complain if he did that. Lucy groaned into the kiss again, her subtle body grinding against his with the way she was trying to move even if escaping the pleasure wasn't really what she wanted. The press and bite of her nails scraping across his shoulders told him as much. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 20:25 Post #18 |
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His hand left it's place tormenting her as he struggled to get her hands with his own, seeking to trap her arms and pin them over her head. One of his thick legs pushing down between hers as he sought to part her, to open her for his entrance. If she wanted to struggle his growling moan made it clear he was more than willing to try and claim her by force, a playful smile on his lips as he pulled his mouth free. He looked at her with a devilish smile, even as he lowered his mouth to her slim torso, taking her petite frame into his mouth, his tongue and teeth eager, though careful not to break her skin, merely torment her with licking and nipping and his soft bristling beard. He used the weight of his body against her, shifting to put his weight down on the legs seeking to push her open, his silver-blue eyes staring up hungrily at her from her chest. His hands struggled, more than eager to capture her scratching hands and pin them, a deep growl rumbling into her as he fought to keep her from escaping just as badly as she worked to make it hard for him. His intention to impale her, to drive into her with a sudden thrust as though to slay her with a pleasurable stabbing. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 20:54 Post #19 |
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The smile did it, the smile had her own lips splitting into a grin even if she continued to playfully fight him every step of the way, giving him just enough resistance to make him work for it. Though, his lips on her chest nearly broke her concentration, specially when he used his teeth and made her shiver again. The brief lapse of focus combined with the weight of his body bearing down on her enough to part her legs even if her hands flexed in his iron grips and pulled against this hold. His hands first having managed to draw hers away after she'd left behind a few stinging red scratches across his skin. Then he growled... the vibrations moving through her body, making her toes curl into the covers just as he forced himself into her with a sudden powerful thrust of his hips, causing the blonde's eyes to flash open as her lips parted. First in a silent gasp then, in a husky groan of pleasure as her head fell back and her entire body flexed and arched beneath his. The sharp angle of her neck exposing the pale soft flesh of her throat currently claimed by the leather collar he'd put on her. "Oh, f....." the blonde's voice merely turned into incomprehensible moans and whimpers, for the time being a bit too distracted to actually do much thinking. Then again, thinking was overrated wasn't it? Simply reacting was so much easier and so much nicer. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 19. December 2013, 21:03 Post #20 |
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His blood was burning, her play fighting and teasing combined to rouse him to a fierce passion. It was, powerful. His body moving against hers in a way that reflected the supernatural strength he now possessed, reflecting her ability to take and absorb punishment no woman could and still be mortal. His hands pinning hers, his mouth and teeth leaving red lines across her torso, neck, chest, always careful to be just a touch to soft to break the skin. But of his lips were gentle, his hips were not, a brutal, powerful, long thrusting use of her body, demanding her to receive her, demanding that she take the thrusting punishment being delivered into her body. It was perhaps the roughest he'd ever been with her, the most demanding. His stamina was developed from their regular time spent in play, it seemed it would never end, like he could never finish with her body, the fast and furious passion sending his blood racing through his body with swift burning energy. When he was spent he wrapped his arms and held her to him, beneath him, holding her body to his. His chin resting against her head as he panted, spent and exhausted from his need for her. Unable to move, his muscles shaking and trembling under the influence of the climaxes she drew out from him. The release almost animalistic as he rumbled against her, kissing her hair softly and holding her like china. |
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