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Post by bynx on Dec 26, 2008 0:13:04 GMT -5
Chestnut hair fell in knots down to prominent, bare shoulders. These shoulders held multiple lacerations, the blood long sense dried. A smooth hand shakily ran across one shoulder, the nails broken, died blood along her fingers and palm. Her entire body held similar lacerations, especially along her chest and stomach. Imprints of chains were blackened from bruising around her waist an neck. Ringing any bells?
Leaning on a wall nursing these wounds, was none other than Chainz's right hand, Elle. The wounds so took so much care of, inflicted by the soul stealer herself. Well? What would you do if your most valuable pawn refused to do your bidding... And to make matters worse, slept with your one weakness.. Least to say, Chainz was not a happy person.
One eyes remained closed due to swelling, the other a deep blood red due to a rather rough slap. The inside of her thighs were ripped open in several places, as was the top of her breasts. Her back was not much better.
Why ha the broken succubus come here? What could be waiting for her here? In her mind, her Willym woul rescue her... He had, after all, chosen to take her to his bed. He had tossed Chainz to the wind.. And sought after herself... So, he would nurse her wounds, right? And aid her with Chainz?
She couldn't return..Chainz would kill her. It had been the intrusion of Isabella and the triplets that had saved her from Chainz's jealous wrath.
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Post by Trix on Dec 27, 2008 3:28:52 GMT -5
((...Plot twist? *Pushes Chainz, Will and Elle into a soundproof crate*
What if Will, being the territorial bugger he is keeps Elle hidden as a mistress type thing, seeing as Chainz won't likely give him heirs?
I'm sure he's capeable of being almost, vaguely tender-ish. OK, maybe not even that, but protective none-the-less.))
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Post by bynx on Dec 27, 2008 18:41:24 GMT -5
(((Oooooooh. Chainz would just LOVE that. XDD And that gives me an idea.
what if Willy gets Elle preggo after he tried with Chainz. Yet chainz gets preggo AFTER Elles baby is born. That means Elle's baby has the right to the thrown .haha. Dramamama, ))
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Post by Trix on Dec 27, 2008 19:08:33 GMT -5
(( I adore that plot. Oh, Willym you poor bugger you have no idea what you're getting yourself into. This will be excellent. Hmm. I wonder how the ladied will react to this.
Hmm. Hmm.))
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Post by bynx on Dec 27, 2008 19:39:40 GMT -5
((I sense bloodshed...Maybe a death among the two. Dunno yet. XDD
Oohohoh. Is Chainz gunna know about Elle being his mistress?? I dnt think she shld find out until after he turns to Elle.))
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Post by Trix on Dec 27, 2008 22:28:19 GMT -5
((Maybe she shouldn't find out until the bebe is born? I don't think she;d be nicer just because Elle was pregg.))
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Post by bynx on Dec 28, 2008 0:58:45 GMT -5
((Haha. true True. Willy's gonna have fun trying to hide that. XD Elle's always wanted to surpass Chainz. She never will, but she isn't against using Willy to do so. XD Now bring that mischievous vampy out of the soundproof room and let him comfort his toy. XDD))
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Post by Trix on Dec 29, 2008 19:39:43 GMT -5
News of a bleeding woman within his coven had traveled fast thoughout the ranks- and he had been even faster. To return, that is. What a woman- who could bleed was doing within the cave, he did not know, but would immediately find out. After all, the only women he associated himself with died... With exception to one. Which only drove him to return more quickly. Elle, was his- his toy. No one was to harm her- to touch her, hell to look at her the wrong way. Because she, was his.
About a quarter mile from the coven, the seductive scent of blood filled Willym's head, singing a siren's song, calling him with an alluring taunt. Clearing the quarter in four secconds or so, the hybrid heir broke through the front entrance to the 'cave', dark eyes searching for the source of the scent.
When his eyes landed on the source, his jaw clenched. Elle- and wether she knew it or not, several vampires had already begun to hunt her, creeping in the shadows. Willym, to say the least was not impressed. Moving into the fire-lit portion of the large hall the man growled. "Stand down." When they did not immediately obey, he flicked his wrist. The sound of bodies hitting the floor sounded before silence. Well, silence aside from Elle's breathing. Blinking at his injured playmate, Will almost frowned.
Stepping infront of her, he cupped her cheek in his palm and blinked at her. "You're a bloody mess." He murmured before lifting her, surprisingly tenderly, careful not to hurt her. Wether or not it was nessicary, he did not care. She was bleeding- and that was a risk. Though her blood called to him, begging for him to consume- he resisted. Though why, he couldn't be incredibly sure. "You're safe now...." His low, dark caramel voice flooded the still air around them, as he ducked into one of the many intricate tunnels of the cave.
The room he had chosen was not his bed chamber, but a hidden room, deep in his personal quarters. It was a stunning warm amber room, carved from marble and granite. There were massive kashmir throws and pillows around the room, aswell as a massive bed.
To the eastern most side of the room was a sweeping doorway, leading into a beautiful bathroom, filled with a natural sauna, a large tub and essentials (toilet, sink, etc.)
Warm for being in the cave actually.
Moving on light feet, Willym lay Elle upon the bed and expelled a long breath.
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Post by bynx on Dec 29, 2008 20:32:51 GMT -5
Elle flinched, a rare sight from the usually solid woman. As the figures fell, and Willym emerged, the cry that emerged from her lips was one of pain and need. Her body trembled from weakness, collapsing into his arms as he rescued her.
She was uncomfortable in his stone arms. He was rubbing against the cuts on her shoulders, the gouges in her back. Her good eye shut in pain as she whimpered, her hands holding her sides tightly, causing yet another tiny moan from her lips as they squeezed the black imprints.
When she was laid upon the surprisingly soft bed, she didn't move. It hurt too much. It would be some time before she was able again. And even longer for her to rebuild her wall. Chainz had completely broken her. Willym would defend her.. Right? He would take care of Chainz...
"Chainz....." she moaned desperately, er arms digging into the bedsheets as another surged of pain ripped through her body. It hurt to lay upon her back, the cuts far to wide, deep, an fresh. Her body jolted upright as she struggled to find a position that didn't harm her reopened wounds.
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Post by Trix on Dec 29, 2008 21:53:25 GMT -5
He watched her with dark, hooded eyes as she lay, motionless on the bed, his brows furrowing with the staggered breaths she took, with the obvious pain written on her face.
When she moaned Chainz's name, Willym felt an uncomfotable heat in the pit of his stomach, stirring his more twisted side. Was this not what he lived for? The exact thing that was before him? A woman writhing in pain and blood before him? A raw twinge of desire flickered within him before he growled to himself, setting his mind on a different track.
Chainz had done this? He blinked, what could ahve driven the other woman to do such a thing- after all, this female she had been the right hand of the soul-stealer for many years.. or so he had been lead to understand.
When she jolted upright, Willym was jolted back to the present, and the task at hand. Surprisingly enough, he felt almost pained to see her in such a condition. Like a fog, he crept toward the bed, his cool body emitting a soothing temperature, to ease the heated skin. He loomed before her, body not touching hers as he stared down at her, lips partially parted. "....Elle." His voice was like a whisper, "...I'll make it stop.." Moving around her, like a mist, the heir stared at her scorred body, dark eyes taking in the sight of torn skin and blood. His throat burned, and a slight hardening occured between his legs. His lusts for her were as before, but his will was stronger.
He moved a cold hand to the bruised skin of ehr stomach, scarcely touching her- only enough to allow his cool to assist in dissapating the swelling. Next, he lowered his lips to a rather deep cut on her shoulder, and allowed his tongue to ease across it, helping the healing process with his saliva. Not the venom, but what is instilled in vampires to seal the bites they create. A sealant if you will.
Her blood was sweet, tangy on his tongue. It was enough to make him groan, lightly against her skin. His forehead rest against the back of her neck while he regained his composure.
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Post by bynx on Dec 30, 2008 0:21:01 GMT -5
Elle was sobbing quietly now. Her eyes were clouded with tears as she leaned towards him slightly. When he said he would fix it, she let her cries rise again. She feared him now.. Feared what he was, what he could make her. She was a broken being before him. Would he taint her? The struggle in his eyes told her her answer. No. His will was strong enough, but it was slowly bending.
The coolness that washed over her bruising was sudden, and the feeling that came with it was unexpected. Her chest hardened involuntarily as her head tilted back. She fought against it, but she was so weak.. His tongue upon her shoulder brought a groan to her lips that matched his. Her thighs tightened as her back arched tenderly at the touch of his forehead.
Willym had completed what so few had even been brave enough to attempt. He had separated Chainz and Elle.. He had broken the ranks.. Needless to say, Chainz was still strong enough on her own, while Elle was nothing.Her strength resided in her Nyx. He had taken their bond, their unbreakable power, and destroyed it. He had placed a claim for Elle's death, and Chainz was the hitman.
Elle's pain was slowly becoming less and less, but her body was sore, and she would scar. Her shoulder was already forming the fresh, pink skin hat would forever stand out against her tanned skin. Her breathing was becoming less ragged, but harder as her emotions switched slowly from Pain to want.. "Willym..... She did this... Save me..." She whimpered, her head back in fear at what Chainz would do to her. She was asking for Chainz's death.. And she wanted Willym to do it.
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Post by Trix on Dec 30, 2008 3:15:05 GMT -5
The sound of her crying seemed to ahve seared into his mind, the pain she was in- it bothered him. She was his, and nothing that was his deserved this... Blinking at her feminine response to his struggle of lust only made carrying on harder. Uncomfort burned within him, in the form of acid in his throat, screaming for her blood and the bulge in his pants. Still- he pressed on.
His tongue traced its way down her back and shoulders, sealing the major lascerations. With each taste of blood, Willym's breathing became slightly more irradic, and after three or so wealts, he would turn his attention to soothing her bruises with the natural cold of his skin.
When he was satisfied with the sealing of her back, he loomed foreward, and faced her. She's scar terribly, he noted. He was not deterred by scars, mind you- but noted that she may request more clothing? Women tended to be... superficial when it came to these things. His obsidian eyes flickered up her scorred body to her un-marred face, and blinked as she spoke. "Chainz won't hurt you any longer." He stated, in a low rippling caramel voice.
It was surprising, to see his Elle... scared? It was understandable; after all, the soul stealer did have quite a bit of power, she had defeated Alex- and undoubtedly would have killed Elle. Why? His expression darkened somewhat before he slowly moved foreward and hovered above her thighs, the wonds there were significant- but so was the combination of her feminine scent- and blood. A muscle in his jaw twiched, and with incredible stength, he lowered his lips and gently licked the worst few. Once he had sealed the major cuts on her thighs, he rested his cold cheek upon her inner thigh and sighed.
Lifting himself to sit infront of her, he gently snaked a hand around her shoulders and cradled the back of her head before laying her again against the pillows. Her body would heal, but never would be the same- this he knew. With an almost frown, the hybrid rolled onto his side beside her, eyes trained on her face, wich with a gentle hand, he turned toward him. "If you are requesting that I kill Chainz," He began, drawlingly "It won't happen. Elle, I will keep you safe; You are mine. Chainz, however one day will be. Even as the master of darkness, one never fights a worthy woman." His lips brushed her jawline, and his dark smouldering eyes met hers. "You are mine. You will always be safe."
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Post by bynx on Dec 30, 2008 17:45:28 GMT -5
Elle grimaced as he moved along her back, sealing more of her wounds. Each touch of his tongue felt like a razor. She gently leaned away from him, but allowed him to continue on her worst few. When he moved on to her thighs, however, the tender muscle was not cooperating. It burned much worse than her back, causing a cry of pain to escape her lips.
Her eyes teared as he finished, moving to sit in front of her. When he laid her down, her back arched in anticipation for the sting she had just experienced. When it never came, she almost cried for joy. He would keep her safe. He said so himself.
When he denied her her want for Chainz's death, her lips pouted gently. "Why do you need her? You have me... And worthy? Look what she did!" She whined pitifully. Elle was no longer her defiant, solid self... And her broken voice and tone stated as much.
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Post by Trix on Dec 31, 2008 4:45:50 GMT -5
Willym watched her flinch-like reaction to his laying her back down and almost smirked when she appeared relieved. For a race that killed so freequently, their healing powers were fairly unmatchable. He still lay on his side, facing her, brows drawn. She seemed so fragile, so much different than the woman whom he had seduced.. He blinked at the realization, and wondered why his affinity for her reamined. It struck him. As truly as he wanted a fighter at his side- he wanted a lover for his own. Undoubtedly, Chainz would be an incredible lay, and far superceeding worthy of the throne, but this Elle could give him what Chainz would never bow to. Elle could give him affection; she could be soft, pliable. With a soft growl, he blinked. Why did that appeal to him?
When Elle pouted, Willym couldn't help but be amused. It seemed riddiculous, was she jealous, or afraid of the other woman. Threatened, certainly. He closed his eyes and surpressed a smile at ehr finishing statement. 'Look at what she did!'; that, was exactally why he needed Chainz. The woman was his kryptonite. She was the darkest desire in his black heart.
Slowly Willym opened his eyes and looked at Elle. Finally, he understood. Aside from Chainz, the only woman he truly respected- was Tori. He'd vowed to burry all of his victims, because she'd requested it. She had been a mother to him, as he was always much too powerful and headstrong for the coven to contain. She- being mother nature had both let him become his malicious self- but also instilled the warmth in which he now languished. It made him almost cringe. He longed for a softer side- ofcourse this would not last long, and would be seldom- but a part of him it was, none-the-less.
Parting his lips in a slow, unnessicary breath, he took in her scent. "Don't pout." He deflected, evasively avoiding the topic that was 'Chainz' he grinned darkly and kissed her pouted lips before turning his smouldering eyes to the ceiling. Though he would not show cruelty to his Elle- or in future his Chainz, he would always be the heartless creature outside of private chambers.
Rarities were these, the languid, fluid moments of his affection. So very seldom.
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Post by bynx on Jan 1, 2009 2:27:21 GMT -5
She huffed, but was silenced by his lips upon her own. Strange. He had just been in deep thought...
Too say she was disappointed he still wanted Chainz was an understatement... After all that woman had done, he still craved her! Not like Elle was much competition anymore...All she had left was her face, and eventually that would fail as well. chainz had everything, and had stolen all Elle had left... And yet, just as Will wanted her for his own selfish pleasures...Elle wanted her acceptance again.. It had been Chainz, after all, that rescued her..And taught her everything... That bitch was all Elle had ever known.
Sighing, she rolled over, curling up against th stone that was Willym. Her finger began tracing lines up and down his hard stomach, slowing to create intricate swirls just above his pants. At the moment, she had something Chainz did not.. And she would relish it while she could... She knkew what his words meant.
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Post by Trix on Jan 1, 2009 22:23:43 GMT -5
Willym looked more like a marble sculpture as she turned to him, with his body completely still. No air filled his lungs, nor did blood pulse beneath his skin. He was watching the fine lines of ehr face while she thought. It was remarkable, the slight flush her living skin held, the rose tint to her cheeks. He shifted slightly, propping his head up with one hand, still observing Elle with hooded eyes. Small tendrills of her hair quivvered with each breath she took, the nessecity of air. Never before had he looked at a woman (Tori aside,) and seen fragility- preciousness. With the ferocity gone, he saw not weakness, but a womanly aura. Something about it tugged at his cold, unbeating heart.
When she turned to 'cuddle' him, Will quirked an inquisitive brow. His eyes traced the finely boned surface of ehr lovely face, and allowed them to trail down her mostly bare body. The scars did not bother him, they added to her now uniqueness. His lips twiched at the corners briefly as his mind rolled into exploring her body- memorizing it with his lips, teeth and tongue. The thought lingered as she moved ehr finger to his belly. When her (to him) heated skin made contact, he lifted his eyes to her face a low almmost purr-like noise emitting from deep within his chest. His tongue ran itself against his teeth within his mouth as he fought against his natural instincts. When she began circling above his pant line a desireful expression filled his eyes.
"..Elle."
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Post by bynx on Jan 1, 2009 22:58:05 GMT -5
Elle let her matted curls fall in front of her face before she gently brushed them aside, removing her hand from his body. Her body ached, but it was curious, and wanting. He had already claimed it once before, as had he claimed her trust and heart. Pitiful thing, the heart. It was so weak spiritually, yet so strong physically... How elusive the working of the heart truly was.
Her body inched closer to his, her legs moving to rest above his own, placing her at a comfortable position, his legs between her own. Her hand went back to traces intricate designs along his body again, playing special attention to the sensitive skin peeking out from the top of his pants.
Her head craned up, placing tiny kisses on his jaw line. "Hmmm? Yes?" She responded.
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Post by Trix on Jan 1, 2009 23:09:51 GMT -5
Willym lay, staring contentedly at Danielle and smirked as her matted curls fell over her face. Her scent wafted toward him because of it, making his body taugt with desire. He remained still, eyes following her hands as she pushed her hair back, such intricate movement the brown hair made, even matted it seemed to flow. He blinked and let his smirk melt into a heart wrenchingly beautiful smile. Even something- such a dark entity as he seemed to appeal with charm.
When she inched closer, he allowed himself to ease into the pillow beneath his head and blinked at her, both brows slightly inclined. Seems his lust was not one-sided. The feeling of her finger drawing against his chilled skin was marvellous. The heat flowing off of her sent tingling sensations against his cold, followed by the hot pressure of her finger. The attention she payed to the sensitive skin did not go un-noticed, as again a noticible bulge formed in the front of his pants.
Her lips trailed kisses along his jaw-line, and a soft muted groan rumbled in his chest. ".....Mmm." He grinned at her, and let his own hands find the undamaged skin, and mirrored her actions. After a moment, he lifted her, easily, and lay her ontop of his suddenly bare chest.
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Post by bynx on Jan 2, 2009 0:05:05 GMT -5
Her body was shifted, obviously, as strong hands moved her. She was now straddling him, her lips still on his skin as she pressed against his now bare chest. Her hands moved gently, removing what was left of her torn top. So much for pitiful and torn... How did he do it?
Elle knew this sultry vampire beneath her would never truly be hers, and she was weak, and torn, beaten and afraid... Yet she still wanted him beneath her. What was wrong with this situation? Ah well, let's just say she was hungry..
Her tongue messages his jaw before trailing up his cheek. It was funny that this tiger preferred softer sex to rough... Especially now, with her aching body... Yet for some reason she just felt like tasting his entire body. Her teeth met the tip of his nose as she moved her face, moving her lips to meet his own for a brief moment before exploring his chin again. She made her way down his neck to the top of his chest,her neck craned as she moved slowly, her lower half gently rolling with her desire for him. Each time she moved she felt his hardness push against his pants, skimming the fabric over her sensitive inner thighs.
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Post by Trix on Jan 2, 2009 0:27:10 GMT -5
Willym's dark eyes smouldered as she moved to stradle him, flowing with him like water, in utter complyance. He could hear the heat in the air, and could feel the heat radiating from the boy over his own. As Elle slowly removed the remnants of her top, he hardened- not only between his legs, but completely, his stone body tensing as a fresh wave of desire flooded over him.
The feeling of added pressure with her tongue against his jaw, and the trail up the hollow of his cheek brought forth another low, growl-purr. He allowed his dark, now deep smoke coloured eyes to slide shut, eliminating a sense- to heighten others. The feeling of her hot mouth on his nose, chin, neck and now chest made his body tensen, again fighting teh surges of want that exploded within.
When her hips rolled against him, he opened his eyes, looked at her and allowed a soft growled grown to slip through his somewhat parted lips before holding onto her hips, and thrusting upward, holding her steadfast against his clothed member- now in the air, a foot or so off the bed. He let his hips relax and settled back against the kashmir blanket, while looking at Elle, dark eyes boiling hot.
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Post by bynx on Jan 2, 2009 0:33:26 GMT -5
She let a satisfied smile crease the corners of her mouth as she looked up, watching his eyes close, and again reopen. She nipped as his bare chest, letting her hands roll over his stomach beneath her.
When he bucked, she rode with him, letting a low whine escape her mouth as it was separated from his flesh. Her hands fled his chest, moving to cover his own as she pulled his hand upwards, releasing his wrists only when his thumb rested upon the side of her breast.
Her eyes flickered with want for him, trained on his own for a moment. His aura radiated his want, allowing her to close her eyes in pure ecstasy at the delectable taste around her. her head rolled back gently as she rolled her hips lightly, letting her hands float up above her before letting them return to his arms, which she began to message gently.
She let her head roll back around, facing him again as a small smile, one filled with a gentle love, claim her lips. This was a far cry from their first meeting. Her body ached in remembrance of the passion and damage they had caused. She had almost forgotten entirely about her fresh scars.
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Post by Trix on Jan 2, 2009 0:54:51 GMT -5
When she rode him, and made her own lustful noise, Willym's chest expanded, an un-nessicary breath filling his lungs with her desireable scent. Her hands seemed to flutter over his skin, though they were in the air, moving to his hands, the heat seemed to flow through him, as if he were transparent. He groaned, and when coaxed to, allowed his fingers to explore her breasts, fingers both demanding, yet gentle.
Her head rolled back, and the hardened part of him seemed to pulse at the sight of her, riding atop him, rolling her hips against him.
When her head rolled back, and she smiled at him, with such pure emotion, Willym felt a stirring inside his stomach. It was an odd sensation, however- he found all of this odd. The need in which she was fufilling now..
A 'woosh' of air surrounded them as he abruptly moved her, laying her beneath him on the bed. "...Let me take care of you." Was all he murmured before brushing his lips against her forehead. His lips danced down her cheek, feathering kisses against her warm skin. One arm sufficiently kept him hovering over her, while the other explored her body, tantalizingly slithering across the plaines of ehr chest, and lower abdomen.
His tongue flicked across her neck, and his throat burned, wanting her blood. Again, he resisted, and continued, placing oddly tender kisses upon her collarbone while his fingers found her thigh.
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Post by bynx on Jan 2, 2009 1:13:51 GMT -5
The sensations he emitted burned within her throat as she lapped it up. She was almost to a spilling point herself as he rolled her over, giving her slight relief from the building hunger. He didn't let her relax for long though, as he spoke and placed tender kisses upon her face, throat, and collar.
His fingers seemed to dance along her body as he held himself suspended above her. His fingers barely skimmed her body, causing goosebumps to spread over her body as she gently pushed closer to his hands, wanting to feel their strength and nimbleness, while still enjoying the tender pleasure.
As his tongue found her neck, she felt the shift in his aura turn from sex to food. She wanted to satisfy him, but she would be of little use dead.. He seemed to sense this for he moved to her collarbone.
She crane her neck, her hands gently running over his hard chest, her collarbone rising closer to his mouth. Her skin brushed his fangs, causing a small sound to emerge from her lips as her eyes close in a tender pleasure.
His fingers upon her thigh caused her to shift, moving her legs upward, bending her knee's. Her his moved in a rhythm as her body screamed for him, aching to feel him.
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Post by Trix on Jan 2, 2009 1:28:03 GMT -5
Willym's lips turned upward slightly as he applied more pressure with his fingers, enjoying her enjoyment, and the goosebumps upon her fragile skin. It was ecstacy, the feeling of a hot body against his own, the feeling of a heart beat upon his non-exsistant one.
When her collar met his fangs in a gentle graze, his body stiffened and cradled itself against hers, molding him to her, which only made him groan at the sound of her noise, and the feeling ov her parted legs and bent knees.
There was a tearing sound, and his bottoms had been tossed aside. He allowed his cool mouth to trail down to the peaks of her chest, tauntingly before meeting her lips in a breath taking kiss. While doing this, he rubbed himself against the remaining cloth on her. He grinned against her lips, allowing his fangs to touch her bottom lip while he expelled a sweet scented, unnessicary breath.
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Post by bynx on Jan 2, 2009 1:34:04 GMT -5
She groaned gently as he suddenly pressed against her, causing her to arch her back gently, moving to get better acquainted with his familiar body. The sound of tearing cloth mad her eyes close again, her head relaxing against the pillow.
The feeling of him against her body made her hand move from his chest to his back. He was finally freed of obstruction, and he let her know by rubbing against her. It brought a small sound of protest, directed soully at her remaining clothing.
She moved his free hand southward, using his nails hands to tear the remaining tattered cloth from her body. Finally free of cloth, she move her leg, allowing her thigh to rub him gently. She rather liked him 'taking care of her'.
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Post by Trix on Jan 2, 2009 1:50:51 GMT -5
Her 'protest' made him again grin against her lips, only driven further by the noises and reactions she gave him. Her body made his quivver in anticipation, a dull ache pitted his stomach, jolted into a fierce fire when her hand moved between them. The sound of her tearing through the remainder of her clothing made Willym growl-purr again, and he lowered his lips to the valley between her breasts, his icy tongue assaulting the cold skin there.
When her thigh rubbed against him, he moved his free hand to gently caress her body, everywhere that their cores were not touching his fingers firmly, thouroughly and affectionately explored. He kissed her forehead, and allowed himself to enter her with one, quick thrust.
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Post by bynx on Jan 2, 2009 1:58:50 GMT -5
Elle was rather pleased, if not entirely oblivious, to the fact he was enjoying her as she enjoyed him. That was good. It meant more to her than it did to him, of course, but for now, she was fine with this....'simple'.. union.
His tongue was cold, and it caused her chest to jerk gently away before returning to his tongue. He was cold everywhere, and it brought relief to her currently hot body, Upon entering her, her hands softly dug into his back as he cooled the core of her, her body adjusting before relaxing.
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Post by Trix on Jan 2, 2009 23:40:14 GMT -5
Willym groaned at the feeling of her body, relishing the wamth, the beating of her pulse beneath her fragile skin. He closed his eyes and smiled against her lips, which he had begun to kiss.
The taste of her salty skin, mingled with the feeling of 'life' made his heart ache with need. He had never the luxury of living, and now, with a breathing, pulsating woman; his woman, he found it quite remarkable. It was not Chainz, but the emotion which Elle displayed, he was sure would be unique to her, and her alone.
When her body relaxed, he rocked his hips against hers, shifting his weight back and forth, growling pleasurefully against her earlobe, which previously he had been sucking.
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Post by bynx on Jan 3, 2009 23:23:16 GMT -5
Elle moaned into his mouth as he kissed her, her body rocking with his own. He tasted cool.. Like a breath of winter frost... He had a taste unique to himself.... A taste she relished, and yearned for.
As he moved from her mouth to her earlobe, her head titled back, a moan escaping her lips yet again. Her hands began to run up and down his forearms tenderly, pressing into his arm each time he moved forward. Her body tingled beneath him, shivering gently.
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