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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 23. December 2013, 12:26 Post #81 |
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So maybe she'd tried, and managed, to push his self control a bit with how the hunting and feeding had gone down. It had, after all, been exciting to watch his reaction to seeing her sink her fangs into someone else. He'd looked.. hungry. And that hunger, by the sound and feel of it, had in no way lessened on the way home, as his hands made short process of her jeans and killed her underwear before plunging himself inside of her. The roughness was met by a cry as her own hands answered him, closing her fingers in the fabric of his clothes and tugging at them with a need for something to anchor herself even as slender legs locked around his waist. She had expected him to be impatient, she had expected him to be rough and demanding after all that. But the words... She had not been expecting those. Not one bit. He growled against her ear, the sound of his voice fillinng her as much as he physically did, sending a shiver rushing through her from head to toe. He told her to make him hers... And in the haziness of her alcohol affected mind a voice cried out. One that wanted to ask him if that was what he truly wanted. One that wanted to tell him how the blood would make him feel for her. Was he truly at peace with what it all meant? Then his fingers gripped the collar around her neck and the voice silenced, realizing she wanted him as much as he wanted her. The rumbling, savage growl that once more filled her sense finding itself instantly obeyed as the top fell victim to her own hands so to expose the pale skin to him. She wanted... Him... |
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| Toran | Monday, 23. December 2013, 14:34 Post #82 |
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His lips found her exposed torso, kissing, his teeth dragging across her skin. He didn't relent in his thrusting into her, long deep strokes to shake her body. He was pleased how she clung to him, her eyes shown with a clear craving of her own. It made them match well. He didn't care about the way the bond would increase his feelings for her. He was already obsessed with her. With how she made him feel. How she both fueled and soothed different parts of his mind. She obeyed, he let out a deep rumbling growl of approval, making sure to pitch his voice into her chest, to let it vibrate into her bones. He knew how she felt about his voice and for her sake it made him deeply pleased to have his voice. He'd gladly use it to please her. Many wouldn't find their relationship romantic or truly understand it. But it worked for them and he was truly pleased with it. He grasped that she loved being Lilbit, submitting and being his victim, and so victimizing her pleased him. So he let himself go. He knew her body could take it, that her soul could take it. It was rough, hammering and passionate and hungry. His hand locked in her collar, his other hand gripping her ass firmly to hold her in permission as he unleashed the entirety of his hunger for her body on her. The counter creaked in protest but he didn't care. He'd rebuild the damn thing if it broke. For now he just wanted to show Lilbit exactly how badly he craved her, to prove to her that the bond couldn't make him hungrier for her than he already was. And his demons simply wanted to be sated. The addictive craving demanding to be satiated as she so well soothed him. His silver-blue eyes stared into hers as he brought his mouth up to kiss her hard, knowing her fangs would have dropped, he let his tongue and mouth be cut on them, giving her a rough and bloody kiss. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 24. December 2013, 00:13 Post #83 |
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Did it matter if no one thought it romantic? Did it matter if others didn't understand? As long as the two of them made each other happy. As long as they found their balance. Then screw the rest. Her body moved with each new thrust of his hips, his arms keeping her close, keeping her from slipping away from him. Just as her legs stayed locked around his waist, ankles crossed behind his back while the hand that had snaked up the back of his neck flexed its fingers in a nearly painful grip of that dark long hair of his. The Brujah's back arched instinctively when his mouth found her chest, trembling as the growl sent shivers through her body that was lingering just on the brink of pain and pleasure with the way he was using her. Though, had she been mortal it probably would've been a lot less pleasure and a lot more pain. It did a truly wonderful job of killing off that voice in the back of her mind as it tried to speak up again, only to get trampled when he brought his mouth to hers and let her taste his blood as he cut himself on her fangs. That... was like a drug. That sweet wonderful taste flowing across her lips, clouding her already hazy mind and inciting a desire in her like no other. The whimpers and the cries were muffled by his lips, the Brujah repaying the taste of blood with her own as she cut her tongue on her own fangs and simply allowed herself to float away in the sensory overload. She was his. She'd told him so. Given him the key to a collar with which he now held and controlled her. The pressure around her neck a constant reminder with the way he'd hooked her fingers into it. But with this? With her blood, he'd be hers. He would truly be hers and had she been sober maybe she wouldn't have allowed herself to fall into the moment so fully. But, she wanted it, wanted him, wanted all of it. And having it offered willingly, she was more than happy to take as much as he would let her have as he was already showing her just how much he wanted her. |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 24. December 2013, 01:32 Post #84 |
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The counter splintered. It collapsed beneath their combined weight and the thrusting of supernatural bodies and various electronics scattered across the floor. Toran didn't notice, his hand keeping her locked where she was with his grip on her backside, he merely lunged forward through the ragged blanket that blocked off the back and took them to the floor, his mouth and hers blending, their blood mixing. The power of the bond swelled within him and when her teeth pierced the inside of his mouth the pleasure of the Kiss took him away. Shuddering and shaking atop her a ragged blanket saving them from the cool cement floor Toran found release, and darkness. Passing out from an overload of ecstasy and a combination of supernatural pleasure and physical bliss. His arms had curled under Lucy to cushion her as they fell and his lips smiled as he blacked out for a brief time, his mouth falling away from hers with an idiots grin of pure delight. Like a huge child with a favorite sleep toy his body sought to curl around her and hold her close, tiny trembling shivers running through his body as the pleasure continued to torment his frame even after his rational mind left the party. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 24. December 2013, 01:43 Post #85 |
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Between his blood, his body, all the emotions in her head and the alcohol in her system, Lucy was too focused on the man in her arms to really realize what happened when the counter gave way and splintered. She didn't even really notice it when they more or less fell through the ragged blanket and ended up on the floor because her mind was far too preoccupied with pretty much everything else. Pain and pleasure, body and mind lost in the moment, she let her fangs sink into his lip with her eyes closed tight to savour and focus on that over intoxicating taste of his blood. The shuddering and shaking of his body merely making her cling to him more tightly as her own gave in to it all, feeding her moaned sound of blissful ecstasy to him while she herself trembled. Hard. Demanding. Rough. And yet as he relaxed with her fangs leaving his flesh, she smiled. The soft panting sounds as her body gasped for air she no longer needed, muffled into his shoulder while her embrace loosened and grew weaker. The once nearly painful hold of his hair turning gentle and kind while she brushed her fingers through it and fell silent listening to the sound of his breathing. She felt like her head was swimming. The drunken state not really doing much to help her mind process what had just happened. |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 24. December 2013, 01:57 Post #86 |
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The man blinked slowly and came too with a soft smile, realizing he and Lucy were tangled up in a blanket and on the floor. He felt her stroking fingers in his hair and let out a deep rumble of pleasure. His elbows and knees hurt a bit, but not much. He realized he was also still buried inside her and her torn jeans were all she had left on. That and the collar. He felt his newfound attachment. The deep loyalty and affection for her now rivaling her feelings for Sawyer, and surpassing it slightly with the deep and profound desire he had to have her in his life. Her pale breasts were pressed against his chest and his blood stained her lips, and her own blood. He could taste her in his mouth. The addictive incredible taste of vampire blood. Licking it in his beard and shifting was enough to remind his body of the delights she held for him. He gathered her up, refusing to leave her body, holding her tucked to his chest and carefully walking up the stairs into their bedroom. He didn't know how long it would be before the sun rose. It couldn't be too long. But his intention was to spend every moment they had left expressing his feeling for her in a most carnal way. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 24. December 2013, 02:13 Post #87 |
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When he moved to pick her up the Brujah let out a groaned whimper, burying her face against his shoulder again as she was reminded that yes, her body was still joined with his. It also brought her back to the present from, well, wherever the Hell her mind had gone off to, letting her know that tumbling around on cement floor was not something her body much approved of. It was a good thing he was strong enough to carry her without any trouble, because she wasn't all too inclined to having to move herself. Not until her mind allowed her enough coherent thought to remember where she was. That she was even remotely perceptive of the fact that they were moving was a step in the right direction (hah, poor puns indeed). He moved them to their bedroom, the Brujah's eyes first opening to look up at him when she felt the softness of the bed touching her. That blue, slightly glassy gaze looking up at him with wonder.... "Toran..." her brows furrowed a little as gentle fingers brushed over his cheek. Her still bloodied lips lifting to touch his with a quiet whisper. "You said..." coherent thought was difficult, coherent sentences were apparently more difficult. |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 24. December 2013, 02:26 Post #88 |
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His lips brushed hers, a soft kiss and a slight lick at the blood on her lips and chin. "I'm yours now. If you want me...." His voice was soft, as was the arms around her and the gentle movements upon the mattress. The fury had passed, a sort of soft tenderness remains. Still pleasurable, still well within his feelings for her, just the softer compassionate side they hadn't expressed as frequently, a tender and gentle movement. His head lowered to rest on her shoulder. His lips and beard brushing her neck. "I'll be yours as long as you want to keep me. In day or night, however you prefer. For now just being with you is what matters." His gentle motions seemed calm and controlled, his arms around her tender, no frantic explosions left within his frame. his voice a deep gentle rumbling hum. "Tomorrow we can finish it..." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 24. December 2013, 02:46 Post #89 |
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"Yes... yes of course I want you..." the words came without hesitation, a soft whisper against his lips as her eyes closed again. The blonde's head falling back onto the pillows with a quiet sigh that matched the gentle movements. Her own arms still around him in what had turned into an affectionate embrace that let her keep touching him. The need and the consuming desire now having turned to lingering glowing embers, the Brujah turned her head slightly to give more room for his lips to touch her neck while they held each other. Relishing in the warmth of his body, and how the now gentle love making seemed to soothe the ache she'd been left after the rather rough fucking downstairs. Two sides of the same coin. Quiet whimpers and small sounds of pleasure replacing the cries and groans from earlier. Soft sounds that spoke of more than just desire or need. And yet... there was one thing... "The blood will make you love me..." the Brujah whispered, her voice barely audible. The blood would demand he love her, and she wanted so badly to believe that what he'd felt for her up to that point hadn't just been the blood. Could he deal with the emotions and the kind of connection the blond would forge between the two of them? Because she wasn't sure if she could forgive herself if she took away that choice from him... took away his own feelings. |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 24. December 2013, 02:56 Post #90 |
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"It can't... because I already do." His voice was a soft rumble and his hands both held and caressed her gently, his thick muscled form rolling against her, gently tangling legs, hips shifting and rolling, his beard and lips a soft warm touch to her neck, his breath hitched in combination of pleasure and soft desire. He knew it was an odd thing to say, that it had taken this long to say it. But he had felt it before he ever touched her blood. Even if he hadn't fully grasped it. A man almost incapable of physical monogamy, but one who was willing to hand over his soul and heart to a woman capable of taking them both. He was giving it to her willingly. He couldn't change his feelings for her. The blood merely gave a power to feelings he already had. In some ways merely making him more faithful. She had lured him in, by not trying to. She had simply attempted to understand him, and found herself enjoying what she found. For that alone did he love her. She didn't seek to change his flaws, or improve upon him. She merely wished to walk beside him. To travel with him and enjoy his time when he could give it... and in doing so had trapped his emotions in a web of diamonds and gold. She might perhaps not be the only one he loved, but that didn't take the emotion and cheapen it... and he was offering her a collar himself, merely one of blood and magic instead of leather and steel. Edited by Toran, Tuesday, 24. December 2013, 02:57.
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 24. December 2013, 12:58 Post #91 |
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The gasp got stuck in her throat, her eyes closed tight as she let the words sink in. How much had she actually had to drink? Was she imagining things? Her mind wasn't usually this vivid... The Brujah moved, rolling them over to leave he on top, still pressed to his warm body. Her hips slowly pressing and rolling against his whole her head dipped to brush her lips across his. "Say that again..? Please..?" Lucy whispered, her hair falling down around her face. She wanted him to say it again, wanted to be sure she'd heard what her senses told her she'd heard. Because if she had... "Toran..." Had she ever truly been in love before? She remembered crushes, the puppy love of her early teens. That wasn't the same though, it wasn't what she felt around him. And Toran... He knew what she was. He knew the kind of world she belonged to. And still he accepted her for what and who she was. Heh, the sex was one thing. But it was the way he made her smile, made her laugh and made her feel safe that had her... "Just once more..." |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 24. December 2013, 15:46 Post #92 |
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"I said I already love you Lilbit. I am in love with your Lucy. So I can't imagine it being a hardship to be your ghoul for as long as you want me." His voice was a soft deep rumble as he stared up at her with silver-blue eyes. A soft contented smile on his face. His muscular form was relaxed, moving with her in a soft tender embrace, making no moves to reclaim control or regain the dominant position. Merely smiling warmly at her with a deep feeling of peace. "I would be honored if tomorrow we could make my bond to you official and you accept me as your lover, friend and servant." Toran trusted Lucy not to take advantage of things. He'd already been serving as her ghoul in some ways for nearly a month now. Protecting her during the day, assisting her in some things like fixing the locks at her shop. Tonight he had helped her hunt. He was fine with how things were happening and if anything Lucy was bringing him slowly out of a dark place and cold uncaring nature he had been developing for years. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 24. December 2013, 23:29 Post #93 |
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She wasn't imagining things, the words sending a shiver through her even as she brushed her lips against his again with a soft whimper. He said he loved her... "I love you too..." Lucy smiled, kissing him softly, tenderly while resting a bit more of her weight on him but without stopping the slow rolling motions of her hips. She wanted his warmth, wanted the affection and the kindness he was sharing with her in that intimate moment of complete honesty. "So much...." the words were once again whispered but no less true or heated just because her voice was quiet. Her lips brushing against his with each quietly spoken word as one hand traced over his chest to be trapped between them once it had come to rest above is heart where she could feel its beating beneath her fingertips. With his offer, she would gladly take him as a friend and her lover. Though she quietly promised with a warmly breathed sigh that that's all she wanted. She didn't need or want a servant, and she would never treat him as such either. But his heart, and his devotion? She would hold and treasure that forever if she could. |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 24. December 2013, 23:52 Post #94 |
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It was soft movements and gentle passion between them. A gentle stroking touch, a soft rocking body, a deep and devoted effort to bring pleasure and joy to each other. Whispers of compassion and soft romantic words. They rolled back and forth in the bed, testing boundaries, trying to find new ways to make each other cry out in a gentle orgy of discovery. Each holding back strength that could break limbs, savoring each other and returning again and again to that slow limb entwined beast with two backs. Toran lost track of the time, lost track of everything but his near living companion and the pleasure she gave and received. Finally he was spent and holding her close, his breathing slow and deep, his gaze laden with emotions and satisfaction. His mind humming softly with a simple happy note that is content to be holding her in his arms. It seemed each new declaration of feeling had stirred them and brought them that much closer to the dawn until his mortal frame was heavy with euphoria and exhaustion. The evening ending with was close to a perfect note as the muscular man could imagine. He strokes her hair softly, too content to move, to content to do much but stare at her and grin like a happy fool. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 25. December 2013, 00:08 Post #95 |
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Her blue eyes still glassy from the alcohol and the euphoric high she was riding, the blonde in his arms met his smile with one of her own. Her eyes heavy as dawn had already crept up on them, forcing the Brujah to stay awake through will alone. Stubborn creature that she was though, she'd pushed herself to be able to enjoy every last moment with him, though was now so exhausted she could barely hold on as he was slowly losing the battle against the pull of day. "Best Christmas gift ever..." she smiled at him, her cheek resting on the pillow as she lay on her side, arms around him, her legs entwined with his. A few strands of hair having fallen down into her face, though they couldn't hide the smile or the look in her eyes. "Mine..." Lucy touched her fingers lightly to his lips before turning her hand and touching her fingers to the collar around her neck. "Yours..." It seemed like a fair trade. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 25. December 2013, 00:13 Post #96 |
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"Sleep love. I'll be here when you wake." His voice was a deep soft rumble as he held her, agreeing completely in her sentiment that the trade was fair... and because he knew how much she enjoyed it, even craved it a little, he could continue to treat his Lilbit as a submissive toy for his use, because he understood that she wanted it, that it made her feel good and special. So the bond did not make him doubt that treatment of her, but urged him to find how deeply she desired it, so he could match her wants with his gifts. It was something to work on. For now he merely watched her and hummed deeply to help her sleep, feeling exhaustion pulling at him as well. He had a feeling they would sleep the day away together and he would wake when she did. A dim part of him laughing to realize he'd have to rebuild the front's display counter. Then again, it hadn't been a masterpiece of construction to begin with, so it was no real loss. It merely added to the illusion that the shop was merely a run down old electronic shop for a poor broke neighborhood. Which, to be fair, it sort of was. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 25. December 2013, 00:18 Post #97 |
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Lucy smiled happily, not really needing to be told twice because she'd already pushed her willpower nearly as far as she was capable of. So soon enough, her eyes would drift close and her body would turn limp in his arms as all strength and, in fact, life, left her. She did, however, fall into day's bitter sweet embrace with a smile on her lips, hoping to dream... |
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