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Big Ben
Jun 28, 2008 1:14:18 GMT -5
Post by Luka on Jun 28, 2008 1:14:18 GMT -5
The feeling of his body against hers nearly caused her to lose her breath. The tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach was quickly pooling outward to her very fingertips. The feeling of his hands against her skin keeping her as drawn to him and reality as she was trying to do the same to him. Once the dizzying rush of adrenaline dipped her own hands began to seek out his skin, another attempt to draw him even further out of his shell in a more literal sense.
Although her movements in the beginning were desperate they were far from wanton. Steadily her actions were shifting to match him, compliment him. She used them to speak silently about things that only she could give and things that only he could take. But what really was worth such an effort on her part or worth anything at all...when he had already stolen her heart so thoroughly?
The question that remained was whether or not he would accept her offer. It was impossible to tell whether or not the chance would present itself again – or whether or not both of them would still be alive in the end.
His name continued to escape her lips in soft whispers. She tried to reassure him, console him in the fact that neither of them had anything to hide behind now. It was the only way she knew, the only thing she could think of that was as final and undeniable. In the end though, the only thing she could do was suggest, leaving the final decision up to him once more.
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Big Ben
Jun 28, 2008 1:28:29 GMT -5
Post by Adrian on Jun 28, 2008 1:28:29 GMT -5
His human side, if anything, continued to urge him on for the sake of romance, love, and one other motivating reason. Every other force on the inside and outside all seemed to be pointing in one direction. Why fight it? At this point in life, he knew exactly what to consider a rare oppertunity. . . something that may never cme again. One of them had a chance of dying after tonight gave way to the sunrise. Perhaps it was all of these factors combined which drove him onward in this intimate display.
Adrian had accepted.
There was likely much less seperating them at this point as they writhed together. With each offer she gave, it was taken. . .while in turn she was given a few offers as well. Should she take him up on it might turn out to be quite stimulating. For if she went by nothing else than the soft yet masculine sounds coming from the Half-breed's mouth, he found this stimulating and rather enjoyable.
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Big Ben
Jun 28, 2008 21:29:10 GMT -5
Post by Luka on Jun 28, 2008 21:29:10 GMT -5
The girl placed her trust in him, the small whimpers of discomfort that escaped her while she clung to him drifting into sighs of pleasure. She shivered, her body moving with his rhythmically, her breathing hitching slightly from time to time. Her eyes drifted closed for a moment as her hands moved over him lightly to brush his hair aside as she pulled him in for a kiss, languidly accepting his suggestions completely…although, she had a few more things of her own to contribute. Little things at unexpected moments…
The simple truth that she was sharing such an experience with someone she loved so dearly only made her feel all that more appreciative of his actions. With the fact that they were moving with nothing but the pure motivating need for satisfaction, it was no wonder when she suddenly clung to him tightly and burrowed her face in the crook of his neck, partially failing to stifle an unexpected cry. Her thin body shuddered as she quickly pulled him close, one leg moving behind him to keep him where he was. After a moment she released him, her back arching slightly as she gasped. One hand moved away from him and lay over her eyes, covering half of her face as if she were ashamed of having him see her in such a way.
Her chest moved as she caught her breath, the sound of her heart pounding in her ears making her lose her bearings for a moment. The heady sensation of fulfillment that swept through her nerves was unfamiliar and altogether felt almost addicting. As she peered through her loosely held fingers one could probably see the curious expression on her face clearly. Not to mention the sounds that the half breed was making had only seemed to put icing on the whole experience. That she could think to herself and say that she was with someone like him and was able to elicit such reactions… Well, hardly anyone would be able to match that. The realization of her genuine lack of any real experience caused her to shut her eyes again.
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Big Ben
Jun 29, 2008 12:54:29 GMT -5
Post by Adrian on Jun 29, 2008 12:54:29 GMT -5
As their bodies had moved together in such a passionate rythmn, her breaths and sighs of pleasure mingled with his own to set their romantic tempo. It really was the Stuff of Dreams to be in these precious moments the woman he loved. Yes, such a self-restricting man could admit to himself that he loved this beautiful young woman. He had done so once or twice before when trying to understand why he was involving himself in another's life at the very beginning of this all s many months ago. No longer had it been just about vanquishing evil.
Perhaps it was really for the best that he did have expierence in what she lacked, in fact that was a certainty. He had known exactly what to do and where, when to be gentle with her. With the woman he loved enough to go through Hell and back for. Their kiss, how she pulled him so close, had inspired further passion from him as he continued to let the human emotions he rarely idulged within to drive him. Her unexpected cry had made his spine tingle somewhat in a slight allowance of ego. Why? She was expierencing pleasure solely due to him rather than pain, longing, despair, or any other depressing feeling often associated with his presence by others in the past by those who did not understand him as she did. Ones that did not care to make him feel welcomed or loved as she had tonight.
Both of his hands clasped her shoulders firmly as her back arched, his own being responding in a similar way to hers as their Symphony of the Night reached it's climax. It was a sensation that could safely be said was a rare occurence in this man's lifetime. As they settled down, his eyes which had been drifting between open & closed now looked upon her face to see the curious expression upon her face. Slowly, he leaned down to place a soft kiss upon her lips once her eyes had been shut yet again. Nothing could replace such a feeling in his heart as any more satisfying than this exact moment in time. One he would cherrish as a new memory with her for the rest of eternity.
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Big Ben
Jun 30, 2008 4:02:26 GMT -5
Post by Luka on Jun 30, 2008 4:02:26 GMT -5
The girl wrapped her legs around him again when he gripped her shoulders, keeping him in place, pulling him to her tightly. She remained that way for a few more moments, not wanting him to break away so soon, eventually relaxing as a feeling of warmth gradually spread through her stomach. Her hand drifted away from her face to brush the hair away from his features. She leaned up to return his kiss before laying back once more, her legs slipping away to return to their normal position, a few small shivers still coursing through her after even that small movement. Her hands drifted over his body, touching and brushing against him lightly, tracing the contours of his muscles under his skin.
She gazed at him fully now, a few hints of curiosity still lingering on her face. Her arms reached up then to wrap around his upper body, drawing him as close to her as possible, not minding whatever weight he might put on her. Whispering words of her love to him she stroked his hair gently, nothing but genuine love and affection in her actions.
“I’ll always love you.” She said suddenly, her voice soft and quiet as she cradled him to her. She drew her fingertips through his long silver locks, quietly hypnotized by the strands that caught the faint moonlight. “And I’ll never forget you. Even if…” She was quiet for a short time before continuing as if she were struggling to find the right words. “…even if it doesn’t look that way.”
A moment later a mischievous smile played through her voice as she added, “Oh, no…wait…everything is getting fuzzy…” She sighed wistfully as her gaze drifted off to the side as if she were trying to think of a remedy. One of her shoulders rolled slightly in a casual brush-off motion.
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Big Ben
Jun 30, 2008 10:10:40 GMT -5
Post by Adrian on Jun 30, 2008 10:10:40 GMT -5
She had kept him in place the entire time, not once even hinting at wanting them to part at any point. That alone spoke volumes to him of her love and how she was returning his own love for her in full. Genuine affection continued to be showered upon him even as the rather passionate symphony had begun to slowly calm. Or was this still part of it? Kisses returned, her gentle hands moving along his body in gentle caresses like tiny waves washing upon him in such a relaxing way. Those muscles she traced were firm from being used, yet they relaxed under her touch somewhat. . .release from his inner-tension came from her alone. It was one feeling he often did not allow himself, always secretly being like a coiled spring that could go into action at any moment desired. Right now however. . . the young-looking man appeared that he was quite vulnerable to just about anything that might happen. . .
Did she know that his eyes closed to indulge himself to the sense of touch to expierence her own touch in a more intense way? Every bit of this, he wanted to always remember and never forget. As she whispered words of love, of their romance to him, he opened his eyes to gaze upon her lovingly. Emotion actually swam in his eyes unfettered by boundaries. . . though it may have only been partial as always and merely a trick of the moonlight. But what went on for sure was the search in her eyes for more of his memories with her, this wonderful girl who had brought love back into his life.
When she became mischievous, it perhaps showed the only fault that even this moment between them could not break. Not a single shred of his seventh sense existed: the sense of humor. Perhaps he had one, but nothing in his expression or words that followed showed any such hint toward that being true. Instead, his words still carried the sincerity of love that she had helped to be taken further tonight. His hand moved to just beside the shoulder which had moved. Should her words be true, maybe his reply was intended to be a remedy or at he very least a sincere consolation as the worst possible did occur between them both.
"Though my mind may have forgotten you once. . . my heart never did. It would not stand idly by and surrender my feelings for you, my love for you that will always be there. . ."
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Post by Luka on Jul 2, 2008 4:20:05 GMT -5
Her hands continued to trace slow patterns along his skin. Her fingertips brushing along the faint ridges of his ribs before curving back in toward his stomach. She carefully used the tips of her nails to draw a slow, lingering line down the center of his abdomen, her fingertips traveling dangerously close to what was now most likely pressing against her inner thigh now after they had separated at some point.
Her eyes held his gaze the entire time, her pale skin still flushed a little from their activities earlier. She didn't speak right away, taking the time to let his words linger and settle. She wasn't lost to how his muscles began to relax as she touched them, but she wondered whether where her hand was to traveling next might undo all of that. At the moment the back of her fingers continued to trace a back and forth pattern over his lower stomach. "That's the problem." she said with a small smile. His lack of any outward humor hardly bothered her anymore. As of just recently she found the other new expressions of his a little bit more entertaining than any laugh. Besides, she had enough humor for them both. "I'm nowhere near as strong...or smart...or skilled as you are."
She glanced off into the dark then, growing quiet before a resigned sigh escaped her. It was then that the flat palm of her hand suddenly slid down the plane of his stomach, reaching the area below his navel unexpectedly. Her eyes found his again, her own gaze having a small twinge of determination in them, her expression soft yet serious. "What I'm trying to say is..." she said as her hand worked against him, "...is that you better make sure I won't ever forget." The obligatory 'If you know what I mean' remaining unsaid. It was pretty clear what she meant though...she hoped. At least, she hoped that should could do the same in return.
Her hand moved away then, the soft skin of her thigh taking its place as she gently moved her leg, the motions slow and suggestive. The young woman lay beneath him, completely relaxed but entirely unable to keep her heart from fluttering in her chest. Her arms were at her sides, bent at the elbows as her hands rested near her head of tousled hair. She told him then to make her his, to mark her as no one had before, to bind together their histories in a way that no one could erase.
If everything he said were true, then they could easily end up facing off against these enemies of the world for the rest of eternity, but for now eternity didn't matter - only this night did. If everything ended up happily ever after then many more twilights such as this could lay ahead…but as far as either of them knew, tonight could be the very last. If that were the case, then they may as well live it as if it were their last night alive.
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Big Ben
Jul 2, 2008 10:58:39 GMT -5
Post by Adrian on Jul 2, 2008 10:58:39 GMT -5
Her touch had continued to relax him, as the handsome man above her showed no signs of being ticklish in any sort of way. The slow patterns only worked to subtly engrave what had happened so far tonight into his mind. Both of them continued to lay beneath his long black coat, or was it a cloak, a cape? Either way it had hardly ceased to cover their intimacy in a shroud of darkness like a massive pair of folded wings belonging to a black bat.
No matter what she did his eyes stayed locked with hers, perhaps even lost within them if he were the type for that sort of thing. But with how she had held his gaze the entire time, maybe it was she who was lost in the depths of his eyes and passionately entranced. It went without saying that any time her touch drifted near something pressed to her thigh, he would seem to tense back up ever so slightly. Perhaps that helped, if anything, to show just how human he could actually become when pulled away from the despair and carnage which often followed his path. The man with his hair partially bathed in moonlight had started to reply to her words after thinking of what to say, to say that she was stronger than she thought or something to that affect. But was cut short.
Or might it be more correct to say the opposite happened?
The girl's hand caused a certain amount of tension to return into his body, making it quite difficult and very hard to relax. Soft skin of her thigh took its place in a way that caused a low groan, brought on as she gently moved her leg, the motions slow and suggestive to say the very least. As this went on her words, her request made, was not lost on him in the least as eyes which had started to close slightly in pleasure now looked upon her completely opened. Gazing into her eyes deeply for a few moments longer, he leaned down as if to give her lips a soft kiss that could be taken as a 'yes'. But it did not end there. As his lips pressed to hers it was only brief, for they slid along the soft skin of her cheek to the girl's even softer throat.
His lips that were only a part of the chiseled features which made up his gorgeous face then parted to reveal glistening fangs just before they sank into her throat once more. But at that exact moment he also decided to show what skill he had, the kind she had subtly praised him for. What the young woman had enticed so thoroughly with her movements now slid along her smooth thigh and into a part of her that would likely glisten if bared to the moonlight which penetrated the Clock-tower.
Adrian was making sure that he left his mark on her for certain now as the one he loved so passionately in their dangerous romance. In more ways than one now, she was becoming his in a way that could never be reversed by any sort of dark arts. The power of his bloodline was just that strong, that resiliat in the face of any interference. Fine muscles that her hands had slowly traced along were now in fluid motion as his mouth remained latched onto her throat with eyes gaining a renwed bloodlight. Regardless to say, if she wanted him to return the favor. . . it would more than likely be allowed.
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Post by Luka on Jul 3, 2008 3:34:50 GMT -5
The tingling sensation that traveled through her body as his fangs pierced her throat might have been enough in and of itself, but when it was matched with the feeling of him sliding up her thigh, the sensation of impending pleasure was taken to an almost unbearable level. Her lips were parted soundlessly as the ecstasy began to build inside her, a quiet moan escaping her once they were joined together and a feeling of fulfillment took hold. Another slipped past when he began to move.
Her sensitivity to his mere touch was increased innumerable times by the fact that he was taking her blood at the same time. The feeling of his fangs and lips on her throat, the gentle suckling sensation of her blood as it left her veins every time he drew on the wound or merely took an intake of breath…coupled with their rhythmic motions served to push her closer and closer to the edge in a short amount of time. Within a few moments she cried out the first time, her back arching once more. Despite her best efforts, she cried out multiple times in only a few moments. Her muscles tightened around him as wave after wave washed over her. Her body unconsciously worked against him, trying to drag him over the edge of pleasure as well.
At first her hips had risen to meet his but quickly her body began to be overtaken by the bliss she was experiencing. Soon she was unable to do anything but tremble and moan and gasp as those delightful fluid motions of his continued.
Her bosom moved as she caught her breath, soft mounds moving with each hard thrust the half breed made as well. She tried to concentrate and quell the twitching of her muscles, to bring her own body back under her own control. The girl wasn’t sure if her lack of experience was a good or bad thing to be honest…but she only hoped that he was getting the same amount of pleasure that she was.
She was trying her hardest to bring herself back from that edge. She wanted to rid him of his tension as completely as possible...but then again, she supposed she was getting just what she asked for. If inexperience points were worth anything she supposed she just scored a whole lot more for not knowing just how intense his reaction was going to be...
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Big Ben
Jul 3, 2008 12:16:49 GMT -5
Post by Adrian on Jul 3, 2008 12:16:49 GMT -5
She had introduced him to the taste of blood tonight, a sensation the man had often denied himself out of fear of hurting others has a blood-crazed monster. Monsters exactly like those he had destroyed in past centuries who had no concern for the lives they stole away to sate hunger. Or worse yet, the lives and souls tainted in order to end the bittersweet irony caused by the lonliness of immortality. Everything those Vampires did was out of selfish needs and the desire for self-preservation.
But tonight with her, right now, none of that damned corruption existed to ruin their moments together. And moments was indeed the appropriate term since it had no longer been restricted to just one instance of giving into passion, or a single consumation of their romance. When they had joined together again, his throat let loose an almost erotic moan against her throat. . .muffled. Sounds of her pleasure or the mere aura of it he could feel radiating from her body drove his own to new hieghts. Drinking the blood from here body had it's own sweet taste to him that perhaps no other might have. Emotions of the most intimate and guarded kind were now tied inexorably to the crimson essence of life which flowed through her veins alone.
The tightening of her muscles around him and the motions of her hips had indeed brought him with her over the edge. As it happened his head flew back from her throat to unleash a roar of pleasure into the dark of night. With her now in this way he had no desire to exorcise his iron will in holding back for some trivial reason. He loved her with all his heart, a heart that had pumped for over six centuries with blood made up of the genes from both light & darkness. Passionate desires clouded thoughts, disregarding some caution in the sole pursuit of fullfilling her request until she was satisfied with him entirely.
As her body soon became incapable of anything more than to tremble and moan at his fluid thrusts, the handsome young man only continued on. The sweet nectar of her veins and the sounds she made only fueled the adrenaline that coursed through him. In stating the obvious, she had chosen to love a man with supernatural stamina and was being loved in return by him.
Her heaving bosom was soon stilled somewhat as his hands came to rest there. No doubt the pressure they placed upon her soft lumps of flesh. The Half-breed could feel something hardened press against the palm of each hand. Even now his back remained somewhat arched from earlier while still continuing on with the fullfillment of her request and so much more. Lust clawed at his psyche, vampiric signs showing in how his eyes continued to gleam seductively with bloodlight should they open. It was all so much after such a long time of self-sacrifice and refusal to give in to any temptation. Perhaps this was his reward in a way, for being with her did not feel like giving into temptation at all.
Rather for him, this felt like giving into his own Heart.
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Post by Luka on Jul 4, 2008 5:41:53 GMT -5
It took a bit until she was finally able to calm herself enough to form some semi-coherent thoughts, that while they still had certain things in mind, weren’t as clouded by lust as the rest of her was. The ragged, erotic, masculine moan against her throat almost dashed all of that. As her hips began to move again her right hand moved up to cover his, pressing his palm even harder to her breast. Her free hand almost unceremoniously brushed aside his other hand from where it lay as she reached up. Her fingers wound into the locks behind his neck as she leaned up the best she could while pulling him down, her lips meeting his in a hard kiss. The act was full of raw passion, the girl not caring anymore that his fangs or anything else could get in the way. A few husky sounds escaped her throat as she tried to continue the kiss, his perpetual motions making it very hard for her to keep both her breathing and her body steady. Eventually she was forced to lean back as her back arched once more. She didn’t release her hold on his hair though and pulled him down with her. Perhaps it was a signal that she wouldn’t mind if his lips were put to use elsewhere as she continued to hold his hand in place.
As certain she was of the pleasure he was receiving when paired with the obvious signs of his arousal, not that she was complaining about what she was getting either, she decided it was finally time to make some adjustments. It took her a few moments to carefully shift her position around ever so slightly without disturbing the mood. Taking a sudden deep breath she moved, pushing herself forward while using the sudden momentum to turn Adrian over onto his back, rolling until she were over him. The move had thrown aside the cloth that covered them, exposing the pair to the air and thin, filtered moonlight. She looked down at him unashamedly, the illumination highlighting her pale, flushed skin, her bosom moving as her lungs were filled with air cool and free from their hot shared breath.
The resulting ‘landing’ caused her to slide forward slightly as she continued to straddle his hips. She took a wavering breath as he reached a spot of her left untouched. A shiver crawled up her spine as she took a moment to adjust, her hips rolling leisurely forward and back. It was a sharp change from the half-breed’s own passionate thrusts. She gazed down at him, a look in her eyes that was undeniable as she forced him to surrender his control over to her. Although she was in the perfect spot…she didn’t move. The girl didn’t move a muscle until she was sure that the most intense pleasure that was welling up in her lover had abated, until that pressure building at the base of his spine was nothing more than an ache that only she could cure. A chill crept along her skin in tense anticipation as she slowly began to move.
The girl let out a quiet groan as he reached that delicate spot within her again. This time she used her muscles to their full potential, teasing him with varying intensities, little darts of pleasure. She reached out then, grasping his hands and placing them on her hips as she began moving in earnest. Although she wanted his hands to roam freely, by placing his hands there she still allowed him a certain degree of control over their dark, fantastic passion. Words of love escaped her as she moved her hips; her head tilting back as she shuddered occasionally, her long locks of platinum brushing against her back as her thighs jerked suddenly. All of her actions seemed to be directed at drawing that one singular reply from his body…the inescapable ending note of his satisfaction. Their fulfillment.
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Big Ben
Jul 16, 2008 0:45:54 GMT -5
Post by Adrian on Jul 16, 2008 0:45:54 GMT -5
He had begun to pick up on subtle hints that she had regained the ability to form even a lone semi-coherent though, a slight sign of 'failure' on his part to keep her entirely subdued. But soon enough that thought vanished as she pressed palm to her body even more intensely before pulling him into a kiss of wild abandon. Never before had anyone been forceful with him like this except for perhaps someone very special to him long ago. That memory brought back centuries old memories of a long past love that still occupied some small place in his heart. But room had been made, for this new love that seemed to understand him like no other. . .rather than just trying to understand. It had started to steal his breath away before he responded in kind with his own kiss of untamed, erotic romance. As she so openly brushed his one hand away, thoughts of what might replace it entered his mind that was clouded by desires only for her. The sounds she made brought him elation, throwing him off-guard enough to be pulled down by her grip on his hair.
Movements from the beauty beneath him caught the Half-breed's attention as she slowly plotted to change their current arrangement of things to one that must have been one which suited her better. It was something that he had never experienced before, which likely stunned him ever so slightly in his subdued state. No doubt this aided in her actions which ended with him flat upon his back underneath her magnificent body that was a temple he saw needed to be worshiped. She was certainly a sight to behold as her boddess was revealed in scattered shards of moonlight that danced along her flesh like benign crystal glass. Every moment with her was bringing him closer to yet another peak that would come eventually as a result of all her efforts. His eyes looked up into her shameless gaze in a mirrored one of equal emotion in that regard.
As she continued to straddle his hips, the slow realization just started to trickle in that she was actually taking control from him at this point. The sound of wavering breath reached ears that had been made sensitive, even though in the background it felt as though he could hear hot blood pounding through their veins to a sensual beat. Perhaps it was merely their hearts combined as the lovers had combined together, uniting as one to consummate that very same feeling which had brought them back together even after all they had been through. He watched her merely stay still above him, forcing those ragged masculine breaths to steady themselves wth each moment until the effect she desired had been reached. Ever bit of all that pressure building at the base of his spine was nothing more than an ache that only she could cure. Just as she wanted, the woman who had been unsure if her man would return alive now held a complete control over him as he lay there.
Until she began to move her hips.
Before that his mind had already considered what came next, but only went through with it once driven by the sensations it seemed only she could provide. That mouth she had suggested to go anothe place latched onto the bare, sensitive pink skin at the tip of her breast. At first the sensation was slow, brought on by his tongue which moved at the same pace as her hips. But then she had begun to tease one of his most sensitive areas with those poisonous but entirely desirable intoxicating darts of pure pleasure. For that his sharp teeth, the pearly white fangs bit down as their pointed tips broke through flesh. Soon fresh blood began to flow from the wound, once more feeding a base hunger he often ignored. . .sucking seductively on the fraction of her body that currently resided within his mouth. His hands came to the young woman's hips then, gladly helping to influence the pace at which their combined passions were fullfilled. Now they would be together forever, in love. . .and in hate.
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Big Ben
Jul 19, 2008 21:56:38 GMT -5
Post by Luka on Jul 19, 2008 21:56:38 GMT -5
Adrian had her subdued more than he though he did. He had successfully tamed the girl who had remained unbound to anything her entire life, branding her both body and soul with his existence in ways that she likely would not ever forget. She inwardly smiled with her own little allowance of ego having sensed that fraction of inexperience from her lover concerning his women taking charge. But some part of her had somehow expected that. He was a gentleman after all. . .
But it wasn’t only for her satisfaction that she made the movements she did, but for Adrian’s as well. For the man who she owed everything to now…who had marked her as his own. After tonight it was doubtful she would ever think of any other in the same sense that she would him, as completely as she belonged to him now in these passionate moments. In the way she gazed down at him it was clear that there was some sort of sweet revelation taking place inside her, as if she had come to some realization, an entirely new understanding of him. So hypnotized by his movements as she was, she quickly put thought into her own attentions to his body.
A soft sigh escaped her when his hot mouth latched onto her flesh and his tongue began to move, even more soft sounds following soon after. Her eyes had begun to drift closed then, nothing in her outward countenance giving away what she had so suddenly manipulated her own body into doing. Those devious little touches that were so smoothly changing from languid and perhaps unconsciously to demanding. Maybe it was that small fault of hers that turned the tables so quickly. Almost as if she were daring him to do something, like the thrill one might feel bating something dangerous. One moment she was only aware of her own body seeking satisfaction and the half breed’s own passionate ministrations. The feel of his lips on her body was like poison lacing straight into her flesh, slipping through her veins like a drug.
When his fangs pierced into her soft sensitive flesh the jolt was startling, her eyes snapping open. Before she could help it a whimper of pain escaped her. It was nothing short of cruel how he kept her anchored there with him, in a way refusing to let her reach her fulfillment without him the moment his fangs sank into her sensitive flesh. A shiver crawled up her spine, a chill sweeping over her damp skin as his hands grasped her hips. She trembled as she was brought back to reality. Made so suddenly aware of every movement, every sensation. . .the unbearably erotic feeling of him inside her; every brush of their skin together and weighted press of flesh a new revelation. . .An understanding that each of them where exactly where they wanted to be. Pain and pleasure, hand in hand. She didn’t hate the painful sensation but only surrendered more of herself to him in some indescribable sense.
It was then that she found her voice, crying out softly with each aided thrust of her hips. With her eyes shut tightly she concentrated on every movement, almost obediently making each one count, making sure each deliciously frictioned brush of their bodies was fueled with as much passion and pleasure as possible.
Just like him she could feel herself drawing inevitably closer to another peak, but with him so helpfully hitting that particular spot so easily the pleasure welling up in her felt as if it might be unbearable without a proper release. Her pace picked up then, her muscles working against him, both with and against her own will. As if her body was desperate to have him at that same point with her, picking up on the small clues his own arousal gave away that he was close as well. Her cries then changed to small pleas as she tried to draw his fangs away from her flesh, her fingertips brushing against the pale skin of his face as if to distract him. In truth she would have loved if he could continue but was afraid of what her own body might do when that last moment came. She didn’t want to end up with a piercing where she had never planned on getting one.
With the help of his hands she continued her smooth motions when suddenly her cries increased until she finally called out his name with a voice laced thick with passion, her hips grinding against his as her muscles spasmed. She threw her head back as her back arched, a shudder racing through her multiple times. She shivered, panting as her hands came to rest on his lower stomach to prop herself up, every curve and angle of her posture speaking entirely of a sweet surrender.
Her breath continued to come in quick pants. Small chills and shivers jolting her as her internal muscles twitched around him as if to draw out every last drop of his gratification. By now her inner thighs were slick with the result of their intense lovemaking, the gentle warmth in her abdomen turning into a heavy heat. The girl remained where she was, each stray movement in the wrong (or right) direction sending tiny jolts of pleasure through her. Contentment slithered through her body like a drug, making her feel both sluggish and elated at the same time. She blinked slowly as she turned her gaze back to his face to see what manner of expression lie on his handsome features now.
After a few moments he leaned forward, the palms of her hands sliding up his stomach to his chest and away to his sides until she lay flush against him when she gingerly placed an ear over where his heart lay. Her eyes drifting close as she listened.
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Big Ben
Aug 9, 2008 12:50:00 GMT -5
Post by Adrian on Aug 9, 2008 12:50:00 GMT -5
Did the Half-breed understand just what their relationship meant to her beyond the physical realm? As a Gentleman he was not quite sure what to do right now, other than give into what his lover desired from him. To truly cause a wild woman who seemed to exist just to prove she could survive, to become a tame one in his presence. But anyone with eyes would understand that only with him might she ever act tamer than a wild beast. For their lovemaking would seem anything but tame to any normal human who said their prayers by night, hoping creatures such as they did not exist to terrorize them.
Realizations were slowly seeping through a clouded mind at what their relationship truly meant in one of many ways. It was true she might eventually grow old in time, but for the most part Luka was inhuman. Of all the great loves he had known, she could be the one that lasted the longest amount of years. With her there was no rush to expierence so many things in fear of her approaching death as a mere mortal. She wasn't any better than the others, just different in a way that made her very precious to him. With that type of mentality, one might say he loved her more than the others. It took a certain type of woman to rescue Adrian from the darkest corners of his own tormented soul. For that kind of security, his steeled heart owed her everything if both of them survived the current situation.
For this moment right now, she was certainly different from the rest as he was put through waves of emotion that showed the human part of him had not died off in the inner dark. That part of him was still very much alive with warmth brought by a heart that beat solely for love now. Nothing of the outer world tainted their moments here together, only the sweet intoxication of being together in a way that went beyond the physical act. It had become psycholoigal as well with each one creating memories that would likely shape both of their lives frm this point onward. Ones that might even save their lives, or at least their souls in the face of great unknown perils yet to come.
How would he have known his fangs might bring her more pain than pleasure? In a mind not clouded by their combined passions, he might have stopped himself from going through with such an action. The whimpering cry was certainly not lost upon his ears, almost causing Adrian to cease everything was doing just to ask if she was alright. Something which might have certainly upset the delicate mood which had been set. But perhaps she could sense his slight remorse for causing her pain, after all they had become one in such a complete way that a feat like that was entirely possible. Only upon feeling her surrender even more of herself to him even as she remained slightly in control, did he allow any small amount of guilt that had begun to build, to pass away.
As she found her voice once again, it caused shivers to run down his spine which most would claim to be steel frozen solid. Her cries only added height to the waves of pleasure she sent cascading through his body. It dragged him deep into an undertoe of romantic rapture from which he did not care to surface. Drowning in each precious touch of their writhing forms, words were having trouble describing what Adrian felt. To the point that a Dictionary would find itself hardpressed to come up with the right words that seemed to fit just right.
Gentle hints from her hands against his handsome face helped to lure his fangs away from her breast, leaving damaged flesh as intact as it could be after what he had done to her. Each time her pace increased it only caused his head to tilt further back, possibly in her hands if she chose to take hold of his moonlit white locks of hair once more. For this reason any muffled cries of his masculine nature began to fill the air as she pulled him along with her for the ride of a lifetime. The way her muscles contracted brought what almost felt like divine pleasure that it was a sin to expierence, whether she willingly did so or not. It sounded as though he had begun to sound even more in bliss than before, perhaps augmented by the fresh blood which had been running down his throat. Could there actually be another way in existance that might heighten his pleasure beyond such a level?
Sweet surrender from the one he loved so much proved that such a place existed as she reached yet another peak. Or what might have been several at once. He would not truly know unless she chose to share with him such private secrets that could remain hers alone for all eternity. Muscles spasmed in a way around him that might have only driven him to madness of another kind, romanticidal insanity. He reached a peak of his own that caused a sheer eruption of pleasure to take place inside of her innermost core. And she would certainly feel just how much release she had brought out of him, down to the last drop of his essence. It now seemed that this was what he had earned with months of dedication to find the one he cared for most which still lived. While she called out his name, his own voice laced with passion & a satisfied bloodlust roared out into the Clocktower so that it could echo as many times as he truly wanted to say her name in such a way.
Adrian did not know that when she finally looked upon his handsome features, an expression of pure satisfaction rested there. Just one more thing only she could cause to be placed there, aside from something insignificant like saving reality itself. Eyes were completely shut as his mind basked in the feelings, slowly recovering from it all. But what she might appreciate most of all was the shape his lips took on solely for her. There upon his face that seemed as though it were from another, more beautiful world called the night, rested a smile. Perhaps she would be the only one around at this time on Earth who would understand the signifiance of just such a smile. One that would likely lock itself inside her memories as a reward for giving such a lonely man, so much understanding.
His heart started to slow for a bit, before becoming rejuvinated with a dependable vitality that could make any maiden sleep easy. . .
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Big Ben
Aug 14, 2008 0:52:37 GMT -5
Post by Luka on Aug 14, 2008 0:52:37 GMT -5
A low groan escaped her as she felt him reach his peak inside her, the heat in the pit of her stomach rising as she was filled with his release. She pressed her forehead to his chest for a moment until the sensation subsided, one hand gripping his shoulder tightly. It was then that she chose to lift her gaze to his face, taking in and memorizing the sight before her. He truly was a handsome man, more so than any other she had ever seen before. Aside from that though, his aura was what drew her to him. The very air in the room seemed to change once he entered it, leaving his mark on those he encountered. But there was also that little flaw in his statuesque countenance…that little crack in his armor. No matter how he may have tried to hide it, a man couldn’t hide that kind of sorrow. It was something that both broke her heart and brought her close to him in her desire to see that haunted shadow in his eyes disappear, if even for the briefest moment. Seeing that simple curve of his lips made everything worth it, the sight that made her heart ache and feel joyful at once.
She moved then, slowly sliding her body against his until they were separated. She slipped off to his side, one leg remaining draped over his while her arm curved slightly to lie over his chest. Luka curled her body against his as best she could, delighting in the feeling of his peaceful body next to hers. Her eyes remained open, albeit heavy-lidded for a little while longer, silently appraising his shadowed form.
One day she might choose to spill her secrets and tell him exactly how good he had made her feel, but she doubted that it would be necessary. He had been there, after all. It was also likely that the half breed could have merely tasted the amount of pleasure that had been flowing through her veins nearly the entire time. There wasn’t any way she could deny that, nor would she want to. After this moment there wouldn’t be any need or want to hide anything anymore. She had given her heart to him, her very soul, in more ways than one. The physical act was only a step in achieving something they both had desired. She found comfort here, knowing what had been lost. He would be her reason to go on after trying for so long. Her hand reached up briefly, brushing her fingertips along the side of his face in a gentle, loving motion, pushing aside any stray locks of hair that may have been close to his face.
As her eyes began to drift closed, her free hand wandered to the wounds at her breast. There didn’t appear to be anything left behind of it but a few small crimson smudges. She had felt the soft flesh knit itself back together, healing cleanly…with a few exceptions. It was as if her body had sensed a change, privy to the fact that after this nothing would be the same after tonight. That something had happened to her that was irrevocable. A mark had been created now to memorialize that fact, faint little reminders of their time together. She didn’t mind though, not that she would have anyway. This was one thing in her life that she never wanted to forget. The adrenaline in her body had begun to ebb away though now, a soothing heaviness spreading through her limbs and mind. Before the darkness claimed her vision she stole one last glance at her lover, a gentle curve slipping over her own lips. As sleep took hold, the girl found herself having the first real, pleasant dream of her life.
"Thank you."
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