Papercut - Urjasz

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
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Oh. Dear. God. Had he just....kissed her? In a moment of horror, he was frozen in the spot he was stood in. Where the fuck had that come from? The wolf inside may as well have been shrugging its shoulders as it had no clue either. He would be lying to say he hadn't ever fancied her. She had a soft spot in his heart but his loyalty to Zakhar had kept him from doing anything whilst Daktari was around. The last thing they needed was to give Daktari an excuse to declare war. It felt like forever and all he could think about was all the damage he'd just done to all that hard work he'd done to get her to even speak to him. She never had never really forgiven him for torturing Kyla, even when Kyla had. Deciding to see what her reaction would be before he acted, he could only stand there.

Whilst frantically trying to think of an excuse for the kiss, she began to move away from him. It wasn't that surprising. As he went to move away, he felt a light pressure on his chest. Pulled down, she returned the kiss. Pulling her into an embrace, he began to kiss her, letting his emotions take over his body completely. Breaking from the kiss, he placed his hand on her cheek and looked deep into her eyes. There was no coming out of this. Kissing her neck, he pushed her against the counter gently and whilst kissing her lips, softly pushed his hands up into the robe and ran his hands over her shoulders, pushing the robe off onto the floor. He just wanted her, right here, right now. Would she feel the same? Why was he even thinking that? She had returned the kiss. She was the forbidden fruit. He would take a good old bite.

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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

Of course Urjasz wouldn’t have any issues with this. He had appeared to be as awkward as Anastasia felt, but now it was Anastasia’s turn to wonder what the hell she was doing. She had been trying to leave, unsure of what else she could possibly do, and now there she was, locking lips with someone she had thought she had hated. Would Kyla hate her for doing this, or cheer her on? She probably would have irritated they hadn’t asked her to join. Why was she even thinking about Kyla right then? It doesn’t matter what she would have thought. She is dead now. Just worry about this, the voice advised, sounding like it was quite enjoying this a bit more than it should have been. When Urjasz broke their kiss, Anastasia found she couldn’t hold his gaze for too long without growing nervous and looking away. He remedied that by kissing her some more, and soon she felt her robe being pushed from her shoulders and she let it slip to the floor, just letting the heat of the moment dictate what she did. This will be good, the voice said in the same manner that someone sitting down to an anticipated movie would.

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Urjasz
→ COUNTING 206
→ LOCATION Still the kitchen
→ WEARING Now it's just shorts and a tank top.
→ NOTES Scandal!
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
_______________________

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There was no resistance to him removing the robe and he relaxed from there onwards. Had she kept it on he would know not to persist any further. He may of had few morals left, but he wasn't planning to become a rapist any time soon. Or ever. Simply getting a woman into bed without the use of force made him feel better than any one off rape. His kisses were passionate, as were hers, yet he knew that he should be noticing how she'd go to leave then come back for more. It wasn't like her. None of this was. Giving himself enough room without stopping the kisses, he began to remove his coat and shirt, looking down at her body in a new way. Kissing all over her neck, he laid his fingers at the bottom of her top, pausing for a moment. In a slow manner, he lifted her top off over her head and dropped it to their side, kissing down her neck towards her breasts. After a moment, he pulled her close and embraced her in a passionate hug whilst kissing her, his member now rock hard.

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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

This was strange. Anastasia hadn’t ever pegged him for the gentle kind, but ever caress was deliberate and kind, but in the back of Anastasia’s mind she knew that very same hands that stroked her skin could very well cause her damage. She hesitated for a moment, standing stalk still in his grasp as images of Kyla that night with Urjasz. Different situation. Different circumstances. Stop stalling and make with the noise, the voice berated. “Shut up,” Anastasia whispered while Urjasz started to kiss her neck, her face flushed a deep red color at the implications of the voice’s words. “N-not you,” she murmured, hoping Urjasz didn’t think she was telling him to shut up. Well, now he would know she was hearing voices. He started to pull of her shirt, but Anastasia resisted a little bit. Not because she didn’t want to. . . but because of where they were. “U-Urjasz. . . w-we’re in the middle of the k-kitchen,” she half-whimpered, blushing madly and breaking their kisses with a nervous glance at the entrances to the kitchen. The voice groaned. God you always find some way to stall, don’t you?

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Urjasz
→ COUNTING 192
→ LOCATION Locale
→ WEARING Aww. She still has her shirt on. Poor Urjasz!
→ NOTES Kinda short. Sorry.
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
_______________________

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She spoke randomly and it didn't make much sense, although she quickly corrected herself. Even his own voice telling him something was going on was starting to get distracted by the situation before them. He just smiled as she corrected herself and went to remove her shirt. She went to stop him and his heart sank. It had been too fast and he'd blown it. However she quickly explained why and he could see reason in what she said. "Ok. My room isn't far." Picking up her robe and his removed clothes, he took her by the hand and walked her out of the kitchen heading for his room. There was hardly anyone around and they only passed one Novosi who was too wrapped up in his own world to even notice them. Seeing Urjasz and Anastasia walking together wouldn't be that surprising to most, even if Urjasz had no shirt on.

Opening his bedroom door for her, he let her in first before closing the door behind, locking it with a quick turn of the lock. Closing the space between them, he went back to kissing her, his body close to hers as his passion took over. Once again he placed his hands at the base of her top, ready to lift it off. He wanted to see her body so bad, the temptation driving him mad with lust. As he had intended before, he gently pulled it up over her head and dropped it to the side, kissing her all over. "You are beautiful. I am clearly blessed to have this moment given to me" he rambled, trying to keep her occupied without thinking about what she was doing. The last thing he wanted was for her to leave halfway. Sliding his hands down the back of her bottoms, he held her rear in a firm grasp, pulling her close for a deep kiss, his chest pressed against hers.

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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

Anastasia—or the voice, it wasn’t discernable—sighed an inward sigh of relief when Urjasz didn’t get annoyed with her prudish request—even though she hadn’t really requested anything straightforward and she straightened her shirt while Urjasz gathered their various articles of clothing. When he took her hand, she didn’t object and merely followed behind him like an obedient little puppy, blushing and looking at the ground as they passed one of the Novosi. Her free arm wrapped around the bottom of her ribs as if she was cold, but that wasn’t it. Even though she had clothes on—which weren’t much to begin with since they were just her pajamas—she felt incredibly naked walking through the hallways, being led away by a shirtless Urjasz. At least they made it to his room without having a whole lot of people out and about to dodge around. It was a little more relaxing, and Anastasia wasn’t even sure if that one Novosi had even noticed them despite the fact that they had walked past him.

Stepping inside the room, she looked around for a moment to locate everything in the room, and then she whirled around when she heard the lock to the door click. Her shoulders hunched slightly and she caught her breath, having a mini panic attack as she thought she wasn’t going to get out of there now, she was trapped—You are not a prisoner! Do you want someone walking in here on accident? I didn’t think so! the voice reassured her. Anastasia nodded her head, but didn’t have much more time to think about it until the werewolf was back on her, kissing on her again. This time when he tried to pull off her top, Anastasia let him pull it off—if a little reluctantly—and she blushed shyly. “You are beautiful. I am clearly blessed to have this moment given to me,” the werewolf muttered between kisses. Anastasia wasn’t sure if she should respond or what she could say, but the necking sure kept her busy. If Anastasia could have gotten more red than she already was, she would have. They were both shirtless and now he had his hands down her shorts. . . .

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Urjasz
→ COUNTING 373
→ LOCATION His room now
→ WEARING Well! Got her shirt off.
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
_______________________

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And so it was. A day he never thought he would see was upon him. Even though he hadn't started to sleep with her yet, he was further than he had ever imagined. Well, that was a lie. Naturally he had thought about it but a little voice had always told him he didn't stand a chance. Little bastard liked to call itself "Logic". He could see that she was embarrassed even though it was just the two of them. Perhaps she hadn't slept with Trey as often as Urjasz had once thought. Giving her a gentle nudge, he walked her towards the bed, sitting her on the edge of the bed. Pulling off his shoes and socks, he threw them to the side before going for his belt. It wasn't long until his trousers were off and his boxers followed suit. Standing against her, he kissed her on the forehead, placing her hand on his hard member.

Lifting her head up to kiss her on the lips, he lowered his body towards the ground and gently slid off the remaining underwear. Climbing onto the bed with her, he helped her move up the bed towards the pillows and lay beside her for a moment, stroking his fingers down her arm gently, looking deep into her eyes. Over and over he was having the remind himself this wasn't a dream and that he shouldn't fuck it up. With a smile on his face, he took charge of the situation, turning her onto her back. Climbing on top of her, he opened her legs and slowly began to push himself inside, taking care not to go to deep. "Just say if I go to far. We go at your pace" he reassured, slowly sliding in and out her. He was only going in about half way, his usual method of hard and deep taking a back seat. That said, if she wanted to play like that he'd be more than happy.

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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

Urjasz seemed accommodating enough and intuitive, as well. He led her backwards toward the bed and she sat on it as the back of her knees hit the edge and she leaned back on her hands slightly, trying to figure out what he was doing and what she should be doing. . . . She didn’t for the life of her know how this worked other than when someone else led and did all the work. Anastasia felt like she should be doing something to help, to be a little more active in the situation, but she didn’t know what she could be doing. He was already taking his own clothes off, and Anastasia was far too shy to get the rest of her clothes off by herself. The last time she’d done that was when Daktari had forced her to that last night. Anastasia refused to allow her gaze to fall lower than his chest—more for her own nerves than out of some sort of respect for Urjasz, even though she did respect him greatly—and she caught her breath when her hand—not of its own devices—found his sex.

For some reason she found his kiss to be reassuring, but that changed. The small girl blanched slightly as he pulled the remaining clothes from her body, and the hyperventilating almost started, but she calmed herself again. She had been through this before! Perhaps it was just because it was Urjasz that she was finding it harder to relax—she’d known him for a while, and the last thing she’d known him for was torturing Kyla. It wasn’t a good mental image, but she had realized quite recently that he could be quite the giant teddy bear. She backed up slowly as Urjasz pulled her up toward the headboard, and after a moment of so of just being looked at—it was a tad disconcerting for the nervous little girl—she was lied on her back and he went straight to business. Not much for foreplay, is he? the voiced mused. Anastasia’s mouth fell open slightly as she felt him inside her, and her hands gripped his shoulders as her skin heated with a flush. “Just say if I go too far. We go at your pace,” he said to her. Anastasia swallowed hard and nodded her head, eyes closed as he worked her. “You—you’re fine.”

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Urjasz
→ COUNTING 400
→ LOCATION His bed
→ WEARING Well, currently she's wearing Urjasz. *snicker*
→ NOTES I'm hilarious.
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
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All he could do was kiss her, over her neck, over her chest, all over. He was careful not to go to hard, the constant fear of her rejecting him screaming inside his head. Normally the wolf inside would be screaming at him to take her hard but it was strangely withheld today. Perhaps it was in shock, or perhaps it could see what was within Anastasia. That voice that had seen the change in her, it had been the wolf all along. Gently pushing her arms under her, he pulled himself down to her in a cuddle position as he gently rotated his hips, his member working its way around the edge of her slit. Kissing her cheek and then her neck, he slowed down and began to slowly slide himself fully in during one thrust. He took his time, gently easing himself in. Anastasia didn't come across as the type to have wild mad sex, but he could only hope. For now he could easily live with just being in her.

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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

How had it come to this, again? Anastasia and Urjasz fornicating. It made little sense. He hadn’t ever shown much interest for her and she hadn’t really had much fancy for him. . . she hadn’t even really like him all that much and was afraid to be around him. But lately. . . he’d been the only constant thing in her life, even after leaving for a few months, he was still the only person since she’d been turned that had remained. After all the deaths and people just up and leaving her, he was still here. He’d been the one who’d helped her through Kyla’s death—was still helping her through it—and ever since Daktari’s death and Urjasz’ return from Moscow, Anastasia really hadn’t felt safer. She might have been incredibly nervous when it first happened—which she wasn’t even sure why it happened, she had wanted to leave—but now that it was going on, it was hard not to get into it. His kisses covered her and she returned them with just as much passion. As he moved inside her, she couldn’t help but let out a mild moan of pleasure and arch her back as he pushed his way deeper inside her, and her slender legs wrapped around behind him

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Urjasz
→ COUNTING 216
→ LOCATION His bed.
→ WEARING Still the same thing as before.
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
_______________________

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It seemed that she was beginning to get caught up in the moment, wrapping her legs around his body with a slight moan. His passion was returned with her very own passion. If someone had told him he'd be in bed with Anastasia one day when he first met them, he'd probably tell them he wished but that was bullshit. Yet here he was. Deep inside her and slowly pulling out for the first full time. Sliding back in, he was slightly faster this time, returning back to his original speed. Ever time he filled her up, he would pause before pulling out and pushing back in once more. Her legs around him really turned him on, the constant reminder that she wanted to be there. Had she been just there to experience she wouldn't of made such an attempt to pull him closer. Nibbling the bottom of her ear, he whispered gently "If you want to take lead, just say. I would love to see your body ride mine, but it's up to you." Such a suggestion stunned Urjasz; not that he wanted her to take the lead at some point, but the fact that she did not have to feel inclined to do it.

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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

Anastasia moaned and wrapped her arms around the werewolf’s back, her breaths becoming a bit more ragged as the situation continued. It was strange that it was happening, but it didn’t feel exactly wrong. Strictly speaking it felt quite nice. “If you want to take lead, just say. I would love to see your body ride mine, but it's up to you,” he brought up, causing Anastasia to flush again. Aw come on. It’d be fun, ya little prude. Anastasia shook her head and arched her back slightly as he pressed inside her. She moaned quietly to herself, and before she could think twice, “Faster,” slipped out of her mouth, the accent disguised by a throaty moan. Anastasia opened her eyes slightly, confused as to where it had come from. Oh this isn’t any fun. You might think it is but this will be more fun.

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Urjasz
→ COUNTING 146
→ LOCATION The bedroom.
→ WEARING ~
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
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No longer was there anything to think about. This was real and it was happening. The passion, the lust, it was all real. All he had to do was take a risk and it paid off. Granted it came out of nowhere but she hadn't turned him now. She turned down his offer of taking the lead, which he had kind of expected, and he wasn't disheartened by it. Especially when she offered a compromise. The voice though, it was familiar and he couldn't place it. Not that he had time or the mindset to do so. Pulling her in closer, he began to go harder and stayed deep inside her. It surprised him that she would like a bit of the rough stuff, especially after Daktari and Trey. In regards to Trey, he was the last person Urjasz would ever picture, if ever forced to, as a rough sex type of guy. The thought alone began to scare him and he only had to look down to change that thought. The feeling was so good, the pleasure insane. All because he had taken a risk.

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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

Urjasz didn’t think twice about responding to her—well, kind of—request, and Anastasia gasped as his hips picked up the pace, her own hips pushing into his and making her back arch slightly as another moan of pleasure escaped her lips. Her fingers dug a little deeper into his back, scoring red marks down his skin. Not enough to make him bleed, just enough to raise the skin a little bit. “Urjasz,” she gasped quietly, her voice full of lust. Something came over the small girl and she slipped her hands to Urjasz’s chest, pushing against him. She wasn’t attempting to push him off of her, just into a sitting position so he wasn’t laying on top of her. To get that point across, she pushed him up, but remained close to him, still attached—literally—at the hip, her legs wrapped around his waist.

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Urjasz
→ COUNTING 146
→ LOCATION Bedroom
→ WEARING ~
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
_______________________

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As he picked up speed, she pushed her hips towards his but gave him a slight push up from her body. He had almost forgotten that she was fairly small compared to him and he lifted his body up so that he was rested on his arms and elbows. She had called his name out in a moment of lust, something he couldn't dream of her ever saying. Even though the wolf was distracted by the situation at hand, it still grew worried over how easy this all was and how the voice had rung a familiar bell inside his head. It didn't trust her but Urjasz chose to ignore it, his pleasure too great a drug to stop taking. She wanted him and that's all he could ever want. The moment was heaven in his world of hell. Anastasia would no doubt be closer to him after and he hoped that this would help her forgive him for the past with Kyla. Although he was sure Kyla would be cheering them on if she was watching. Or more likely just plain join in.

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