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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:53:21 GMT
Eventually he made his way to her door with her clothing and the variated bouquet. Pushing the doors open, he entered and the whispers in his mind assailed him without mercy as soon as his eyes caught a glimpse of her... *So sweet, so perfect, desire her, kiss her... love her.* Stepping further into the room, he lay her clothes aside with her others, before stepping over beside the bed. With the soft benediction of Luna's kiss displaying the loveliness of Lyssa's figure to him, he felt that inner swell of desire even deeper than before. His fingers let the tied bouquet fall very gently to rest on her night table before sweeping across the surface of her skin very lightly on their way to retrieve her covers. Re-covering Lyssa's alluring figure, somewhat regretfully he blew a kiss down to her before turning to walk from the room.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:53:29 GMT
She had everything laid out. All the clothes, jewelry, everything his precious Raven was wearing in the portrait over the fireplace. She had even found a small bracelet. The one in the picture looked almost gold, so she guessed this was the same one. She had no way to know the one in the picture was the real bracelet of Adir's hair, while the one she had was a small braided gold bracelet made in exact replica she had had commissioned for their child, Beth. She doubted Adir knew about it since it had been wrapped in tissue in the back of a forgotten pouch in the small hat box in the closet.
As she sat in her usual place in the living room, she wasn't dressed up yet. Not yet... she was in a short summer style dress that bared her thigh nearly to her hip as she sat with one leg curled under her as she read by candlelight, the fireplace languid and low adding light but little heat to the room.
Tonight, it was well past dusk before he woke. Much later than his usual time. Today he did not hurry for, in his mind, he had nothing to look forward to. He was certain he had pushed Lyssa away and was in no hurry to confront her of the situation. Stepping over to the wardrobe, he tugged the doors open and sifted through the assortment that hung within the antique piece of decor. Eventually his selection came to forest green and brown for his shirt and slacks. Ever since he took it back up, he never exited his room without the longsword present at his hip.
She heard him rise and move about. She moved to the floor in front of the fireplace. Feet towards the door he would enter, she laid on her stomach and raised her bare feet, crossing her ankles and parting her knees. The view was just enough he wouldn't be able to tell if she wore panties or not, but would certainly show she had no stockings on. She let her feet bob towards her rear end then towards the door as she pretended to read.
Slowly, he made his way through the halls, wondering what she would say when he came into the doors, wondering if she had seen the flowers he gathered for her. Inhaling needlessly, he expelled a small sigh as he neared the doorway to the room they had come to frequent their interactions in. Standing just outside the door for a moment, he thought about not going, giving her a day to herself maybe... but his hand pulled open the door before his train of thought ever ran its course. His gaze immediately dropped to the teasingly mysterious view of her amazing body. Again, he was forced to take a moment, but this time for admiration rather than reflection. "So beautiful... so perfect..." He whispered aloud as the whispers echoed through his mind, he was entirely unconscious of the act.
Perfect! She glanced over her shoulder pretending not to hear and let his own words echo more forcefully. "Good evening..." She patted the floor beside her as she rolled to her hip and smiled. "Come join me please..." Her soft eyes beckoned him over. "I missed you today. Was beginning to worry about you when you didn't rise at sunset." Her hand slid up and down her thigh soft and almost inviting.
It was her speech that broke him of the recurring whispers. What had she said? She was inviting him to come sit with her, this was positive. His delay in rising was not deliberate, but he had not meant to worry her over it. Unhurried footfalls brought him to stand next to her, where she had patted on the ground. Letting his knees bend, his body dropped to the ground onto his knees, then to sit with legs crossed almost in a meditation sort of posture. "I did not mean to be late... Were you waiting long?"
She shook her head and stayed stretched out. The book slowly closing and being pushed aside. "No, not really. I just wanted to be sure you were all right." She slowly sat up on her nip and leaned on one arm. "You have let me rest two days. I thought, perhaps, you would want to feed tonight." She looked into his eyes and the voices whispered again.
"Yes... I would like that very much. Thank you, Lyssa." A smile came to him as she offered so casually and looked into his eyes, seeming to want to be fed from again. Those eyes were so deep, so pretty... *Feed from her, take her, so desirable, so willing.* He wanted to feed from her right then, to hear the lovely sound of her pleasure derived from his lips, feel her quivering to his touch, along with the sweetness of her blood she so willingly offered.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:53:51 GMT
"I want to seduce you tonight. I want the feeding to pleasure and not worry you. Would you let me do that?" She began to rise and rocked to her knees, caressed the edge of his wing then rocked and rose to stand over him. Her feet were near his knee and the hem of her dress hanging barely to the level of his neck.
Seduce him? And he thought he was pursuing her. His steel blue eyes swept upward to meet her gaze, mindful of the alluring girl's near lack of dress near his eye level. The whispers piped up just as he would expect them to. *Give in, you know you want her, you can have her now, she wants you to take her.* The conflict inside him was heavily outweighed by his desire for this girl... he could not refuse. His legs shifted to put his knees together with his feet solidly on the floor, and with just a slight push from his palm and the strength in his legs, he rose to stand before her and answer. "Yes, Lyssa. I would."
"Then sit down and relax, I will be right back." She caressed his wing once more, rose on tip toes to brush her lips on his and then parted them to kiss him full and passionate. Just as he was about to respond, she pulled back and walked from the room, her hips swaying back and forth seductively.
As he agreed to her suggestion, the whispers so hungry, so relentless in his head, sat silent for once in a great while as he turned to take his rest in one of the large comfy chairs within the room. He was amazed that he had agreed, but he had to... he could not pass this opportunity, especially not when she lay everything out for him, he just had to respond Yes or No. As he sat in wait, he absently wondered what she had gone off to see to now.
It only took her about ten minutes to dress. She didn't want perfection, that was too easy... she came back in heels whose lacing's wrapped up her calf, the dress that mirrored the one over the fireplace in that very room and the jewelry to match. She had the jewelry tucked away and her hair was down. In the picture Raven's was up. One step at a time. Right now she just looked like Lyssa wearing the dress and shoes she had found. That was all she wanted to him see as she stood framed in the doorway and watched him sit there. Softly she invaded his mind and let the whispers speak for her. *So beautiful... so alluring... if only she were here... look... look to the door.*
Sitting with his head leaned back against the chair and his eyelids fallen shut, he did not have to see to hear her heels click as she stepped into the doorway. Though, the whispers that spoke so often to him thought he should see her immediately... admittedly it was what he had been waiting for. His eyes blinked open and swept towards Lyssa, taking in every single detail of her outfit, the dress he had seen, another of Raven's. For being a shorter woman than the dresses were tailored for, she wore them nicely. Memories of Raven in that dress crept into his mind alongside the whispers, though, as he looked at the young beauty. "Very lovely, Lyssa... You look amazing."
"Thank you, love..." She walked towards him seductively and reached out to caress his wing. Ever so delicately, then down the feathers to his arm. Leaning in she kissed him softly then parted her lips a bit to see if he desired more. *Just a taste... just a little... kiss her back... so beautiful....* The voices drowned out the image of everything but her as if a dark blanket was laid over it and all he could see now was her.
His gaze surveyed her every step as she put on the seductive stride and closed the distance between them. Every touch she left upon him sent a small shiver into his form, her fingers were very adept at finding those spots on his wings. With her soft lips and those sweet whispers enticing him as she leaned in, he followed right along and met her kiss with more passion than she had shown him to start. In the moment of their embrace, his former thoughts had washed asunder, lost in the darkness of his subconscious.
Too soon, she pulled back and began to walk to the bar. "I want the night to last, love. I want you to know the feeding will be bliss, the giving pure pleasure." She glanced over her shoulder and winked as she moved to the bar. "Come.. join me... please...." Her please was more like a whimpered beg to his mind as she moved around behind the bar.
Suddenly, the absence of her lips was all he could feel, the tip of his tongue slid across his own lips very briefly as he considered her behavior. She was teasing him, playing a game it seemed. He would follow along with it, see where she led him in it for the novelty. Her request hit his ears in such a way that there was no way he could refuse her.. that hint of a whimper in her voice was not without its effect. He rose easily, taking slow measured steps to join her at the bar, not in too much of a hurry, playing along in her venture.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:53:55 GMT
She smiled and touched his hand as he sat down. "I have a surprise for you. I read of one drink that can pleasure your immortal senses and my own simple ones." She bent over giving him a view down her cleavage a moment then she rose and set a bottle of Absinthe on the bar between them. She moved to get goblets, the strainer spoon and bowl of sugar cubes. With her back to him, she whispered softly and drew a small glyph on the back counter. Whispering again she called to the disciplines of her teachings and Adir's mind begins to fill with a fog and images of her naked with her neck bared in offering would flood his mind till he couldn't see the room for a moment.
Leaning against the bar's edge on his forearms, his eyes followed her movements as she went through set-up, taking the opportunities to appreciate the beautiful vantages she displayed to him. But somewhere along the train of thought he skewed off into a tangent of a waking dream. It was Lyssa waiting for him in his bed, wearing not a stitch of clothing and beckoning... Then he was there next to her without ever crossing the room, just as naked as she, kissing at her neck while they made love. Her moans and the rapid rhythm of her heart pounding had risen the Beast in him to sink his fangs into her neck as the intensity rose... but just then he snapped back to the current presentation she was setting up. That dream had given him a thought of later, perhaps.
She was suddenly standing in front of him, and she was wearing the emerald earrings that matched the dress. He wouldn't have remembered her wearing them before. She handed him the bottle to ask him to open it as she placed the spoons on the glasses and a sugar cube on each spoon. "I have a bit of trouble with the tops the first time. Will you do the honors?" She let her hand caress a strand of hair from his cheek as she asked.
Smiling at the request and the touch of her hand caressing across his cheek, he nodded his agreement to her request. "Of course, and thank you for the honors." Flashing a grin and a wink he held the bottle at a slight tilt away from them both as he pushed the cork up with the edge of his thumb, it took just a bit of finesse from his strength before the cork popped up. With a quick snap of his wrist, he snatched the cork and placed it next to the bottle on the bar, in front of her. "Glad to help any way I can."
She smiled and took the bottle pouring it over the cubes. Lighting a small stick from the candle on the end of the bar, she lit the two cubes. As he looked down at them, the images he was seeing a moment ago would continue to play in his mind. As he was able to refocus, her hair would be up. But he wouldn't remember her putting it there.
Visions in his mind kept overtaking his consciousness, but he could not be certain if the things he was seeing were of his own mind, or from elsewhere... And the subtle changes when he came back to the present scene, had she been wearing those earrings before... was her hair up before, or did she put it up just now? "You look especially beautiful with your hair styled like that, Lyssa. I like it very much." He could not be certain, but the intensity of those waking dreams made him all the more eager to act on the desires they portrayed.
She felt the rise of his desire as certainly as he felt and heard her pulse flow and throb. She blushed softly and smiled. "Thank you, Adirian..." His name echoing in his head and in his ears. "I wanted to look good for you.." She came around the bar to stand in front of him as he turned to face her. Leaning forward slightly she slid one of the glasses closer. Smiling up at him she then leaned down to blow out the sugar cube and lift it between her fingers and offer it to his lips as her eyes locked with his.
As she moved around to come to him, he could not take his eyes from her. The steady increase in her heartbeat told him she was just as anxious as he for the events to play out. "You have succeeded beyond the realm of expectation... You no longer look good, but instead, truly amazing." Steel blue irises kept their vigilant survey, watching the delicate way her lips puckered to blow out the flame, seemed to move in slow motion as he watched. As she lifted the sugar between her fingertips, he leaned in to accept her offering, letting the tip of his tongue brush against her fingertips before his lips closed softly
She smiled as his lips parted. She let the tip of her finger dance lightly on his lip in feather touch before receding. "I wanted to show you how eager and willing I was to let you drink from me." She lifted the second cube and traced it over her tongue. Setting it lightly on the tip she leaned forward if offering to him once more. This time with the cube in a more precarious and provocative place then her fingers. Her hand rose lightly to caress his wing in enticement.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:54:05 GMT
When she spoke the words, he could hear the whispers again in his mind -So eager, so beautiful, so desirable- reinforcing their mantra that he wholly believed in. "You have been very willing, Lyssa and I thank you. I am looking forward to it, very much." Watching the whole enticement with the next sugar cube, he could not help but smile. It was very inventive. Leaning in more, he let one arm move around her waistline as he pressed his lips to hers in an immediately deep kiss, pushing the tip of his tongue to gently glide against her own.
She moaned softly as he pulled her close and kissed her. The alcohol was sliding down her throat as another helping slid down his. She wanted him a little intoxicated. A bit more pliant. She stepped closer making his knees part so she could be closer. Her hand reaching for one of the nearby goblets. Breaking the kiss she whispered. "Have a drink with me love... please..."
Parted his knees as she urged of him, keeping his one arm circled about her waist as she edged closer, he of course welcomed her notion. Her kiss was sweet enough without the sugar, that he would have fallen in-line without the device she'd used, but it was a bit of fun. He did not wish the kiss to break just yet, but went along as she requested of him to have the drink with her now. "What is it you have prepared for us tonight, Lyssa dear?" His fingertips absently sliding along the surface of her skin as they spoke now.
"Pleasure..." She said taking up her goblet and sipping. "Please... enjoy your Absinthe. It was a bit hard to find near here." She smiled and took another sip. She held the goblet up long enough to make it seem she drank more from the silver cup than she truly did. She wanted to remain in control. This had to go right for she feared she wouldn't get another chance. Licking her lips almost suggestively she glanced at his goblet then took another sip of her own.
Taking up the goblet in his free hand, he raised it and paused before placing it to his lips, just long enough to speak. "To you, Lyssa. May all your dreams come true." Placing the rim to his lips, he took more than half the goblet in that first drink, letting the bittersweet flavor wash over his tongue for a moment, to appreciate the drink for its uniqueness.
"Thank you love... and may your dreams be sweet." She took a true swallow and set her goblet down moving to press her sweet mouth to his. The liquorice taste of the absinthe floated on her tongue as she parted her lips slightly once more.
Earlier, he had not wanted to break their kiss and now, she played the aggressor in moving back in to kiss him. Desire burned inside him as he felt the renewed passion from simply the contact of her soft lips. His arm around her waist pulled her figure tighter against himself, he could feel the rhythm of her heart pounding faster as they embraced. He was certain, were he able to do so... his heart would race for her as well.
She kissed him as she set her goblet down then took his and did the same. She let the echoes in his head fill the gaps when his own inner desires paused. She pressed closer letting him feel with her body how much she wanted and desired him. Feeling his body react, she pressed a moment more then took a step back. She wanted him to ache, to want to lose himself in her so bad, he would lose the tentative control at the last moment she needed him too.
Moving back slowly, step by step, she reached to the bodice ties at the front of the dress. The further back she stepped, the looser the ties became till she stopped, the wall to her back as the shoulders of the gown threatened to fall. His mind would once more fill then with visions of them making love and his feeding from her as she let the dress slide nearly down her arms, held up only by one small lithe hand to her chest. She didn't say a word. From here on it had to be by his will alone or the magic wouldn't work. Her eyes danced with desire as she stood there leaning on the wall ten feet from him.
Another retreat, leaving behind only the memory of her lips against his, leaving him wanting more. His eyes never left Lyssa's form as she walked away, untying the straps so enticingly slowly. As she came to a stop, the waking dream came back once again, showing him what he could have if only he pursued her... he needed to live that waking dream. Once it had passed he looked to her little hand holding her gown in place, waiting for him.
It was more than a desire at this point, with all their interactions in feeding, exchanged touches and kisses, he needed to have her. Steady footfalls carried him away from a forgotten drink at a forgotten bar, his only focus was Lyssa now. As he stopped before her, his hands moved upward along her sides, his fingers curling around her forearms before he raised her arms over her head while leaning in to Take her embrace, as he needed to, in the form of a deep kiss.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:54:18 GMT
The dress fell as he lifted her arms, pinning her wrists to the wall near her head. His kiss bruising claming and lustful all at once. Her moan soft and pleasant filling his throat. She lifted her knee, bare and warm, up his inner thigh to entice further. her hands struggling lightly beneath his to see how much he truly wanted what he finally had in her grasp. Her heart began to race in want as the smell of desire, from the both, would begin to fill the air.
Lost within the embrace for the few moments it lasted, he was scarcely aware of her struggling, but even in his casual grip his strength was nearly insurmountable. He was, aware of her knee rubbing at him, and as the kiss broke he let one hand come away from her arm, letting it free while his lips pressed to her neck now. Speaking his direction to her as in between administered kisses. "You have one free hand now... My shirt... remove it." He let his free hand trail down her side slowly as he kissed at her throat.
She heard his voice and her hand was halfway to his shirt when she realized he had ordered her. So he did want her? Well she would see how much. Sliding her hand down from the front of his shirt to the front of his pants, she began to rub his growing hardness as she shifted her head trying ti kiss his neck instead.
His caress was nearly to her hip when she started to tease him more, being contrary to his word. Though it was pleasant enough that he ignored it until she tried to move away from his lips and turn the tables on him. He paused for a moment, letting his cheek come to rest against hers, their lips very near as he spoke softly. "Little low for my shirt.. Try again." His lips switched sides of her neck, almost forcibly this time, waiting for her to try and turn him away again before flashing just a touch of his fangs to her throat in warning. "You set up the game... Now this part is my game." She was dealing with an Eldritch vampire, after all. One will only Follow so long.
She felt the fangs at the final whisper and shuddered as her heart skipped a beat and fear also touched his senses. She had unleashed him. She danced on a thin line now. Caressing harder one final time, she moved the free hand back up to his shirt and began to unfasten the buttons one by one till the bare flesh of his chest was being caressed by her hand. She let go and pressed the fog once more, as the touch of her hand on his chest continued, it seemed nothing was amiss.
Holding her so closely, the shudder he felt gave him a grin before he imparted a light nip at her skin followed by the gentleness of his tongue. His shoulders rolled as he shrugged the shirt free of them, letting her other arm free as he let the clothing fall away. Then the waking dream again, as his arms circled around her waist, bringing her close. It seemed shorter in duration that time, but no matter... they would be upon it soon enough. Shivers ran over him as her hands roamed across his form now too. "Lyssa... I have desired you so much these past weeks. I dared not speak it, though.. only to dream it. Am I dreaming?"
"No, love... you are not dreaming..." She took a step sideways meaning to step from him once more.
She felt the reluctance and curiosity as he let her go. She began to back towards the door and smiled as her arms reached behind her to unfasten the small numerous clasps of the corset. As it fell to the floor, she was left standing in a pair of thin silken black panties and the two inch heels with the silken ties up her calves. She backed towards the door and whispered. "Take me to your bed, Adir... please..." It had to be there, the place where his passion was the greatest. "Do you want me?" Her whispered would fall on his ears as if almost from far away.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:54:24 GMT
September 28, 2007
Watching full of curiosity as she stepped away, his eyes took in the perfection in her curves as she let the corset fall away from her figure. His gaze was captivated with taking in her visage, it was not until she spoke that snapped him back to attention. No more than had she asked of him did he move to her and let his arms sweep her off the ground into the cradle of support his arms provided. "Yes, Lyssa... I do want you, very much." He only paused that moment to answer her before beginning his stride down the hall towards his chambers.
She laughed as he swept her up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She ran her fingers over his wing tip and one hand reached to caress the tender sensitive skin where his wings met his body. She had heard it was almost an erotic zone and hoped her info was right. Her teeth and lips danced and kissed and caressed his lips and neck as she snuggled closer to his body whispering. "Your bed love... so I can watch you bathed in moonlight." Her bedroom was on the opposite side of the house. It had to be in his bed and this seemed a good way to ensure it would be there.
A shudder shot through his body as he carried Lyssa down the hallway, the feel of her fingers finding his sensitive areas caused him to pause mid-stride until she moved along, for fear of dropping the beauty from his arms. As they neared the twin doors with lion-guardian emblems carved into them, this was all that separated them from his chamber. The doors parted as the two neared and he glanced down to give Lyssa a quick wink before stepping across the threshold only to have the doors close behind them. "There are benefits in being the Master of the Keep."
She felt him shudder and when he had to pause, she took the time to caress once more then bite his neck teasing. As the doors opened, she whispered. "Show me more benefits. Show me what that kind of power feels like. Show me, Love... please...." She dragged her nails lightly over the wing joint at his back once as she whispered, pleading with seduction.
His stride took him to the bed-side first, leaning down to let Lyssa's form sink into the bed easily. Standing there over her for a moment, he smiled down to her while taking in the lovely sight of her lying in his bed like this. Leaning in, he pressed a light kiss to her lips before moving away from the bed-side again. Remembering her wish to see moonlight, he pushed the curtains aside and pulled the balcony doors opened to let moon's embrace seep in to bathe her in it's pale benediction. Returning to her side once more, he paused long enough to unbelt his sword, leaning it against the wall near the head of the bed, before losing the remainder of his clothing.
Her hands danced over her body. Down her neck, her throat, her chest, then to part spreading over her breasts and ribs. Her back arched as they traveled lower. Her eyes watching him as he studied her body in the moonlight. Her hands caressed her hips and the tops of her inner thighs before slowly beginning their journey back up. "Show me love... show me what it is to be my... Dark Angel..." Her words would soothe and caress his body as surely as if she were caressing him. And as the moonlight hit her right as he moved, the glisten of gold at her wrist against porcelain skin would glint.
Once he had reached her side, nothing short of the Keep burning down could tear his eyes from her beauty... and even then he was not sure. His knee placed near her hip as he leaned down onto the bed himself, letting his hands take over for hers in caressing over the curves of her perfect figure, letting his touch run lightly atop the surface of her skin. The words she spoke made him shudder softly, she knew exactly how to make him react. This moment, the beginning of it all, held the greatest anticipation for him yet. Through all the whispers and all the moments of glimpsed passion in their interactions, this was the key moment he had been wanting.
She slid her hands up her ribs and then back down. Sliding over the top of his hands, she guided him to caress her stomach, her ribs, down to her hips, then back up till he would have to lean over her to caress her breasts. Once his hands were there, she would slide her hands off his and up his arms. "Make me dance with fire, Angel... Make me feel what you feel..." She licked her lips and shifted her hip to caress his leg as lazy eyes filled with desire and curiosity, gazed into his.
Two options lay before him in how to proceed. Either the long road of anticipation, drawing out the night... or to let the Beast go unchecked with reckless abandon, fulfilling both of their desires. Either would be an amazing experience, but he was hesitant in letting the abandon take over. Leaning in more, his lips came to press at front of her throat, kissing down the top of her chest steadily.
She arched under him, raising each portion of her body to his waiting lips. Hands running to stroke his hair, down his shoulders and his wings. As he kissed her chest and moved down a bit more, she dragged her nails once more over the base of the wings near his back. He wasn't holding her now and wanted to see what reactions she could produce from the caress. Soft moans and coos fell from her lips, filling the moonlit room as feintly as the smell of her sexual desire did.
With the sensations her caresses created in him, caused his body to press down against her even more, his fingers reflexively squeezing from the pleasure of her touch. His kisses descending more as did his hands. Letting his fingers trail down to her hips slowly while his lips closed around her nipple softly flicking his tongue against the sensitive flesh.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:54:30 GMT
Gasping as he sucked, she arched move, her lower warmth pressing now to his hip as he leaned on her. "UHhhhhhh Aaannngeellll" Her voice cried out wanting more. "Show me... I want to see it... pleeaseeee.... let me bathe in it as you do..." She hoped he knew she meant the magic. Her whispers pleaded. "The magic you bask in... that doors part at your whim, candles die at your beckon and fires dance for your pleasure... play me like that love."
She wanted to know and feel the power he held over life and death. If she felt it, she would know how to harness and withdraw it. But he had to use it... and that meant enticing him further. One hand continued at the base of his wings, and the other hand slid down over his dody near his hip. She wanted him, but not yet. Not till she knew what she was getting into.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:54:41 GMT
September 29, 2007
Through the whispers of desire, the sweet call of her moan and the alluring caress she bestowed unto him... the silver trickle of moonlight stood as the only witness to their embrace. He found himself responding more and more to her touch as well as the heated words she spoke. She wanted him to play her as expertly as he moved within his Keep, she would have it. Fingertips trailed down the expanse of her sides from ribs to the curve of her hip as feather soft kisses trailed down the center of her stomach, moving at an achingly slow rate, pausing periodically to any spot that illicited a good reaction.
She moaned approvingly and arched to meet his kisses. Her hands were roaming his body till he went further down, then finger tips played over the edges of his wings. Light caresses shuddering and dancing when her body shook in pleasure. "Gods love... yessss mmmmmm... please.... " She moaned more encouraging him as she fought within her mind not to lose herself in this. She had never been with a man more than thru seduction. If she wasn't careful, she would lose herself to him completely.
The softness of his kiss was only exceeded by that of the skin he so lovingly administered the attentions upon. Every arch and every shift of her body told him when to move and when to pause. Coming to her waistline, he shifted to place a kiss on each side of her hips where her thighs began, as he hooked the tips of his fingers on the edge of her panties and proceeded the slow descent of sliding them free of the young beauty's perfect curves. Lips laid kisses evenly among the tops of her thighs as he continued to lower the last remnants of clothing from her being.
His concentration shifted to calling the Koldunic Wind as his lips whispered quiet incants against her flesh. Near the time he was finished and had discarded the now forgotten bit of fabric, there was a steady current of ethereal wind circling the pair. His consciousness controlled the winds to bend to his whim, using the breeze as he would his own hands. The curious feel of his caress would slide across the surface of her skin, where he clearly could not reach from his current vantage... He was beginning to show her a hint of his ability.
"OOohhh goodssuhhhh" The wind caught her by surprise as the elemental magics began to dance like his own breath and caress over her skin. She writhed under it allowing it places he couldn't currently reach. Her hands gripping the coverlet as his wings moved out of touch. She hadn't known it would be so engulfing. She opened hazy lust filled eyes and whispered in pleas of passion... "YYyyesss... moooreeee... gods it's like flying... mmmmm" She let her head back as the wind swept up her breasts and throat pulling another moan from her as he removed the last of what covered her. Only the satin ribbons crisscrossing her calves holding the heels on her shifting feet were left.
With the addition of the wind's caress and her reaction to it, his lips turned up in a grin before resuming their teasing attention on her thighs. So close, those lips of his, yet so slowly did they ascend. In the pleasant chaos of it all, his hands trailed downward against her calves, dragging a momentarily sharpened nail through the satin black ties, breaking their integrity just enough for her to slip free of the heels without much effort. All the while, the soft rushing winds assailed Lyssa ever so lovingly. The wind-swept embraces brushed up further along the length of her neck, across her cheek and even pausing so long as to leave the imprint of a whispered kiss against her lips.
His own lips had managed to the top of her thighs now, so much closer now. How would she handle the anticipation...? The intensity of it was edging on him now as well, though. His desire for her was even more than hers, he was certain. In the painstakingly long moments it took for his lips to reach her inner thighs, he thought he could not possibly wait any longer to taste her... he had to... needed to even. And then, ever so softly, his lips came to press against her flesh as the tip of his tongue peeked forth very tentatively, letting the soft warmth of it glide teasingly slow against the surface of her skin.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:54:50 GMT
She arched and gripped the sheets as ecstasy threated to draw a scream from her lips demanding attention. She let her legs kick the shoes free to allow her small feet to caress him where they could. Her legs parted in open invitation and as his tongue flickered over her skin, it was like fire on the ice wind chilled heat of her body, her hand went down to grip his hair whimpering. "Mmooorreee... yesss... let me ride the power with you, Angel..."
Every urging of her voice, tinged with that pleasured breathlessness, spurred his own desire all the more. Her moans were like music, soothing him with their very sound. Between the caress of his fingers across her legs and the swirl of the ethereal winds sweeping across her breasts and sides, he was certain to hear the next chorus from her lips soon. The tentative ministrations of his tongue only lasted a few sweet moments before he pressed against her clitoris with more fervor in his touch, eager to hear the crescendo of her song as he lavished more attentions upon her.
She sang to him as he wished. Moans and pleasurable whimpers rose higher and higher, soon to crash in a glorious cry of his name as her nails dug hard into his shoulders nearly drawing blood. "AAAADDIIRRRRRUHHHHHH" She let the release come and the sweet honey that his tongue and lips were treated to were sweet to taste and soft like honey. She closed her eyes trying to rally herself back to her senses and whispered softly between murmurs to him "Esa...uhhhh eleeerrrr... goodsss... do'ohneeeeeennnnn... diiaaaaaaaammmmmmaaaaa"
She felt the small tightening within her pelvis as the softer tissues of her maidenhead healed. Any touch or delved deeper taste will discover it intact. If he did not invade her that way, preferring to wait till he was sheathed in her, he would notice little except perhaps a tingle on his tongue as her honey flowed over it.
That was it... the sounds of ecstasy he sought to hear. He paid little mind to the words she called, with his concentration fixed on his tongue delving deeper as she writhed to his touch and he took in the sweetness of her release. His grasp on the winds faded until they died out, still swirling caresses atop her skin until the very end and the air stood still but for the light breeze from the open balcony doors once again. His hands slid from her hips up along her thighs as he rose to kneel in front of Lyssa now, smiling down to the scene of her beautiful visage lost in the aftermath of euphoria. "Does that qualify as basking in my magics, as you wished?"
She nodded and pulled him towards her. "I want to taste you... will it hurt to lie on your back?" Her concern, coming from kiss swollen lips and a face flushed from the ordeal of his tongue lashing, made the words seem timid and small. But as her hands and body caress, pressed and touched along the length of him, her foot rose to caress the outside of his leg then her toes danced lightly over his thigh and up to his hip before shifting ever so slightly to caress his manhood as it stood wanting and waiting before her. "Pllleaseeee...."
"No, dear one, it would not hurt me to lay back." Smiling to her innocent question and timid sounding concern. The simple light touches she played upon him left strong shudders in their wake. He found himself to be more eager to feel her attentions as he looked down at her newly flushed beauty. Leaning back, he let his weight shift from his knees to let his figure lay back. The midnight black wings behind, mantling outward just a bit so they would lay flat as well.
She rolled to her side and shifted back a bit allowing him room, though in the large bed it wasn't necessary. With his wings fanned out she watched his eyes as she began at the lower most feathered corner and caressed various feathers as she rose closer to the sensitive framework and eventually closer till she stroked his hair and cheek. Moving to her knees to move closer, she kissed his lips lightly then followed the trail down chin, throat and neck till she ran her tongue lightly over the hollow his throat letting the wind chill the soft wetness there. She smiled. "I cannot create wind but hopefully I will not disappoint." She broke eye contact once more and began to kiss him over his chest and torso letting one hand trail over chest, shoulder, arm and ribs... the other trailing over stomach, hips and thighs. She let the tips of her fingers occasionally brush his hardness to keep his reactions in her mind and ears, but never enough to entice to more. She wanted the ache again, wanted him to beg as she had done. Strained with desire and need, she needed the loss at the end. She feared without his loss, it would be her own. And she couldn't let that happen.
His eyes wanted to fall shut and let his senses experience the sensations the sweeping caresses she presented him with were creating, but in his driven desire for her he could not let his gaze fall away from her. She was the only beacon in the abyss right now, and her touch held the blessing of light to quell the darkness. Each tier of his wings she let her fingers run through sent his nerves quivering with pleasure. At the start, he emitted subtle quiet moans in response of her attentions. With her continuation, between the gentle caress of her fingers and the feel of her lithe figure gliding against his body, with such soft perfect skin, his moans deepened just a bit. The lack of her direct contact in stimulating him made it all the more apparent in his mind how much he sought her.
She smiled inside hearing the moans of his own rising symphony fill the darkened room. She slid lower and soon blew soft breath over his member before a small tongue flicked the head. Her small hand slid, gentle as velvet around him and she rub it as if for the first time. Slowly she lowered her ruby lips over him and she began to pleasure him with the slow then swift abandon he had shown... wanting to feel his rush of power again.
Looking down from his vantage, he took in the intense gaze Lyssa gave him that conveyed much without a word having to be spoken. The effects her touch had on him increased with every moment she delayed before finally she had him begging to feel the attentions her sweet tongue would impart upon him. "Oh, Lyyysssa... Plleeassse, I need to feel more... I ache for your touch." Each slow motion of her hand as it rose and fell, catching the moonlight in the golden bracelet adorning her wrist, made his moans rise as well. Calling out with greater intensity when her lips finally did close around him with that perfect touch of softness and warmth. "OHH!" He inhaled sharply from pure reflex. "Lllyyysssaaa! Yessss."
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:54:59 GMT
October 1, 2007
She moved her lips up and down as his hips helped guide her speed. She reached to caress his hips and over the bottom edges of his wings. Moaning softly to increase the intensity of his pleasure. As she looked up over his stomach, she eased his knees apart with her body as she shifted to kneel between his legs as he had been moments before. Glancing up over his stomach she moved faster then slower, making sure he never got too close to the edge. His pleasure had to be in her... but gods above and below, she was enjoying herself as well.
Every moment of anticipation as she slowed and sped her pace, increased the intensity of her sweet attentions. She had him entirely in her palm to do with as she wished currently. The moans he emitted now were of greater urgency than before, he was letting himself get swept up within the sensations of her touch, lost in the smoldering feel of passion in Lyssa's gaze as she looked up to him. He could not bear to break his eyes from her.
She kept her gaze locked to his as the hardness slid from her lips. Her mouth kissed, nipped and licked up his thighs, his inner hips and over his stomach. As she rose higher, she let her body glide over the hypersensitive manhood enticing it to want more. Whispering she smiled as her body lay the length of his over him. "Spread your wings wide love. I want to ride you and your power. Show me how..." She feared kneeling on his wings and hurting him. How odd it felt to suddenly care for someone. She was a black widow among mages, one capable of draining life and power and essence in the span of a climax. She had ripped out throbbing hearts mid scream and torn out throats as the moaned her name. Yet suddenly she found herself fearing to harm him. The angel of darkness beneath her. His darkness was of the velvet ever encompassing night, not the madness of blackness she had been led to believe. She would kill him because it was his destiny, but she couldn't bring herself to make him suffer before hand... or herself.
Rises just enough to mantle his wings outward in full span as his arms and wings moved around her figure, letting the soft feathers caress down her sides and back lovingly. He whispered quietly against her lips as he imparted a kiss. “Come to me love... I need you... Lyssa, please... “ His whispers had that urgency of passion, he truly did need her, just as she sought him.
She brought her legs over his, her knees resting beside his hips as her wet heat pressed against the length of him. She began moving her hips as once more she kissed him. She hadn't let him slide into her yet, she wanted him to seek it from her. She kissed and teased him feeling his body tighten in want and need. *Almost* she whispered to herself. Soon he would lift her hips and take her. It was what they both wanted. But deep inside she wondered who needed it more. "Show me love..." She whispered against his lips and kissed him once more with burning desire.
Show Her... the words echoed through his head as the whispers had done for so many weeks. Though this was different, this was deeper, more needful than a few repetitive thoughts floating around in his mind. He needed this... He could feel the desire apparent in her just as deeply as it ran in himself. The soft sensation of her honey-sweet slickness teasingly tempting him, stirred him to action. Still upright with his arms around her, he rolled her to lay back with his wings still encompassing her, so that she lay on a soft bed of onyx feathers as he sank down against her body. He could feel the pounding of her heart against his chest as he kissed her again, lovingly, as he finally... very slowly at first, slid within her silken folds.
As he rolled her over, she was about to protest laying on his wings when his hips rose. She pressed her hips to his as her own hips responded. She parted her legs just a bit and slid one foot up the back of his calf. Feeling him press into her, she whispered softly against his lips. It would seem like encouragement, desire and passionate words of want. But what it was was more. When he broke into her, warmth unlike anything he had felt before would flood over him almost as if she were climaxing on him. The release of blood from her maidenhood once more tearing to admit him, would flood his senses with the coppery essence of vitae. She rose a bit more and wriggled her hips in whimpering need. "Pllleeaseeee teach me, Angel... show me what it is to love..." She whispered against his lips. "Take me... plleaseeeeee" She lifted a bit more. Her teeth grazing to tug on his bottom lip. She wanted him to shove deep and hard. She wanted to make him feel that he was the first... she wanted him to want her more....<e>
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:55:05 GMT
As he met the rise of her hips to meet his sinking form, he found a resistance he did not expect. The scent of her sweet blood, as well as the closeness he felt from her as he entered her fully, told him that she was a maiden until this moment. Her words, so sweet and enticing in his ears, pleading with him even now as they were together. The hint of blood that hit his senses began stirring his Beast to a heightened state, driving his body to react in kind. Slowly, moment by moment he let his passion mix with the aspect of his Beast.
"Yyesss uhhh goodssss" Her whimper of 'pain' was soon met with return counter thrusts as she moved against him. Wanting more and more to feel his power, she whispered softly enticing him as she slid arms around to stroke the base of his wings. She hoped the sensory overload would help hurtle them both over the edge. Then it occurred to her and her panting and pleas continued. "I want to ride you love... please... let me... I want to feel you deep inside."
Within the distance of his thoughts he heard her, wrapped up as he was he barely heard though. After a few moments more, still caught in the heightened intensity of it all, he finally shifted the pair of them so that he lay back, below her. His hands ran down from her shoulders, to her breasts, down along her sides and across the stomach, before settling on her hips as he looked up from below her.
She smiled and her whole face lit up. She was losing herself in it. He felt so good, his passion, his power... she felt the Beast stir beneath the surface. She knew it was close. Now to draw him over the edge. She flipped her hair and it cascaded loose and full down her back. As she looked into his eyes, her hips ground hard and full on her. Whispering, she leaned down to caress her lips against his. "Let me feel your power love... show me..." Then she kissed his chin, neck and shoulder. Shifting her own shoulder to rub on his lips, she growled with challenge, love and passion. "Love me... feed from me love and share with me, just this once... everything you are..." She forced her heart to pound, which wasn't hard considering she suddenly wanted to feel him lose himself in her. "Nowwuhhhh"
He could feel the transition into his Beast taking over. All it took was her asking to que the shift in him. He was already so very close, her scent was still strong of the spilled blood in his nostrils, and the beat of her heart hammered in his ears, tempting him with the contact of her neck so close to his lips while she whispered passionately. A moan of unrivaled pleasure passed his lips just before he felt his fangs elongate and push against her perfectly soft skin, welling the rich sweet blood from her veins forth. A little trickle ran down her collarbone as his lips pressed around the twin punctures and drew deeply from her. The vitae that drained from her washed across his tongue, sweeter than ever before, full of passion... the very best kind. His moans grew deeper against her flesh with each swallow trailing down his throat. Within the span of just a few draws, he could feel the reactions it was giving her, and his own climax washed through him like a torrent. The mixture of passion and the Embrace was a huge exchange of personal power between them.
She felt it in him as she rode him. The power rose with his climax. She knew the blood would surge him past the point of control. If only... she suddenly knew how she could make her blood flow over them both. She ground harder and faster bringing herself to the edge before him. As she dug her hands and nails into his arms for balance she thrust her head back violently enough that if he didn't release her, the blood would spill over his chin and chest. Looking down into his eyes as he sat there with lips covered in her own crimson, she climaxed and her cry would spill as her blood had. "AADDDIIRRRRIIAAAANNNNNNN"And as his name was uttered, the pull of power would begin. He would feel it as erotic passion tightening his body drawing him to climax, then a bit more as if wanting to pull the wind from him again. And as his eyes locked to her own, he would feel her wrapping the power around her as if covering herself in his essence. Perhaps his mind would reel and want to see how she looked in it; a mortal wrapped in immortal grace. If that was the case, letting the final shielding down within him would make her body glow. If he tried to hold back, she would ride him harder to make him lose himself in her again and again.
With their shared climax came an outpouring of vitae from the punctures he had made, so much he could not keep up with the flow... But his Beast, who was leading the moment, reveled in feeling the warmth of it dripping down between the two of them. He felt the draw of power from himself into her, almost in a symbiotic trade of power. Continually his Beast drew from her veins, renewing his own supply of power as she drew from him unguarded. His moans, as she rode him continually and swept up the magic from him, slowly turned to growls as her vitae fed the nature of his Beast more and more.
That was the break she had been seeking. She locked eyes with his and shifted her hands to his chest as she continued to ride him. Her hands would clench at his chest as she drew power from him. Sucking it now more and more faster and faster. Taking more, soon, than he was giving. And as she felt a bit of pull from the Beast as if it was unwilling to share too much with the mere mortal, she would dig her nails hard into his chest and incant softly. "Power to power, your to mine. Feed me it now, so I may dine. Power to power, I shall take it all. And soon another fallen angel will fall." She spoke it over and over again as her body began to pulse with power and light. He would feel as if the very oxygen and life was being sucked from him. She knew he didn't breathe, but 'death' was what she had been told it felt like. As if all the air in the room were being sucked out, along with what resided within your body. She would draw deeper and deeper on that power and watch as the realization and power began to sink in. Yet her body would ride him more, seeking yet another climax, another release, she wanted it and felt he did too. Confusion was the best aphrodisiac. They never see it coming...
The combined efforts of her chanting as well as the continually escalated draw of power from him. He may have been distracted, but he was no fool, and this Mageling was no match for the wrath of a Koldunic Sorcerer. He was just about to ride the wave of frenzy and play out what would have been a perfect encounter of passionate exchange... but it sours a bit when one party attempts to soul drain the other. His lips came away from her neck, letting the wound stay as it was, he was about to do her no favor now by closing it. He spoke the Call of Wind in his native tongue, the words flowing rapidly as did the winds through the open balcony doors once again.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:55:19 GMT
Though, these winds bore no sweeping lover's caress, these winds began to bind around her, lifting her up as they squeezed tighter, moment by moment. Filling her mouth to steal away any chant she may attempt, though with air still present she could breathe, but not speak. This attempt on him had risen his ire quite fiercely. And as the winds took her up slowly he railed at her verbally. "Arrogant Mageling... In what world did you believe to steal the power of a Koldun?! If you continue, I swear with everything that is in me I will bleed every last crimson drop from your body and hurl your dessicated remains off the mountainside..."
She gasped and tried to cry out. Her words, stolen by the same elemental magic that once had roused her body to peaks she had never felt. She looked down, fearful and bleeding, her body struggling against the wind. But it whipped around her, her arms trying to force it away only to be bound to her body as if in a giant hug which desired to steal the very breath she had stolen moments ago. Then she faltered. Her eyes filled with pain and tears and she desperately tried to speak. Her lips forcing the words but no sound coming forth. Pleading with her eyes she begged for voice as she shook her head to show she would not incant further. Her body still tight and rocking against him as she squirmed for freedom, eyes no longer full of strength.
By his Will, the winds lifted her further from the bed, allowing him to step out from beneath her, standing at bedside now. He considered for a moment as he looked down to her from his higher vantage. Normally this is where he would have felt the whispers, but this time none came... though he did hold a bit of his own genuine feeling for her. "If you cast at me even once, you will receive a considerably less generous fate than I previously mentioned." With a dismissive wave of his hand he let the winds loose her, though he maintained his hold on them should he need their service again. It was a short drop to the blood-soaked bed beneath her. He stood, with arms at his sides in a neutral pose, waiting.
She fell and gasped as she felt the bed catch her. She shook her head, pulled her hair aside to uncover the still bleeding mark. Sliding from the bed to her knees, she whispered unable to trust her voice not to crack if she spoke louder. "Marcus sent me. The day they left. I was to kill you, but I fell in love." She kept her eyes down, not wanting to see the betrayal in his eyes she as sure he felt. But mostly because she didn't want to show that she had failed. She had faltered, because she loved him still. "I was told you were a madman. Someone who killed wantonly. It was my duty to slay you to protect the innocents." She closed her eyes though didn't think he would notice anyway. A tear fell down her cheeks. "But I fell in love. The bruise on my leg came during a warning. Kill you or forfeit my life." This time she looked up to show him she spoke the truth. What else he was willing to see was up to him, it was all there. "I couldn't... I was supposed to let you feed, speak the spell so you wouldn't hear. You were supposed to begin to fall asleep and suffocate. But I couldn't do it. Feed now. The blood is power soaked. It will sustain you and my death will not have been at HIS hands." She fell silent and looked down once more as she waited for him to draw his sword from near his feet, or descend and feed to set her free.
"Release what you took from me already, and I will protect you." His stance shifted to fold his arms across his chest. Standing there, naked and covered in blood, he still managed a regal air about him. It was instilled within his being. "You lied TO me because you were lied to ABOUT me... In a way I loved you also, Lyssa. I can tell now, that the whispers were planted, but that rose I carved... No whisper told me to, that bouquet I set on your bed-table, no whisper." He moved to sit down beside her again, wrapping his arms around her softly. "No one will kill you in this Keep."
She shook her head and the blood stained hair brushed his bare legs. Shifting slightly on her knees, still on the floor, her back half to him as his arms encircled her. "The whispers wee mine to begin with, but soon turned on me and I was whispered too. I loved you, Adir, I love you still. But I cannot ask you to. They will come." She glanced at him and whispered as her hand pressed to his chest. "Power to power, yours and mine. I give it back, from every time. Power to power, now back to you. And know that you're complete, your power once more true." She looked up at him and whispered. "Forgive me." The power would surge back into him with the force of the wind he had used on her, but all at once. Knocking his breath out and aching like a blow to the chest.
With the release of the power she had taken from him returning all at once, he felt the shock wave knock him away from her back into the bed behind him, nearly sending him reeling off the foot of it. "Ow... I was not expecting that." Slowly, he sat back up, feeling hazy... but more alive than before. "What you did was wrong, Lyssa... but I do not begrudge you for it. In the end we both still live on.. If you would let me protect you, that is."
Before his final words were out, she as running. When the release had knocked him down, she had taken the chance to rise and run. He deserved better. Her final whisper to his mind was one filled with open honest pain... and love. *Run, Adir... far away where they cannot find you.*
If he rose to see where she had gone, she would be seen in the garden, under the roses near the tree, kneeling and scraping back dirt swift as she could. Digging for the small box she lifted and opened. The small vials inside, she began to beat with a rock. If she wasn't going to weaken and kill him, they wouldn't either. But with the first tinkle of broken glass, something else would reach Adir's ears. The growl of feral rage. The shadows behind Lyssa coalesced and rushed her before she had time to react.
Her scream would fill the night with terror, as her moans just moments before had filled the night with passion. The vampire above her was thrashing at her skin, opening rivulets of blood one at a time, painfully as he spoke in growls Adir wouldn't be able to make out.
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