MAL BLACKNEST
Were-Wolf
Power has no true reason... That's what I was always told
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Post by MAL BLACKNEST on Jul 18, 2010 1:01:42 GMT -5
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Mal simply nodded at the first question, as he laid her on the bed. Her hand, trailing quite obviously along the exposed portion of her breasts, did not fail to catch his eye, or hold it, though he forced himself to watch her face instead before the urge became truly uncontrollable. And yet, she seemed oddly hesitant to remove her clothing. Mal pondered this, his green eyes running hungrily up and down her body. From the look of her, she would be more than happy to remove it, but there was something stopping her... Could it be? The possibility made his eyes widen at first, then he had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing, his teeth digging so far into the flesh that a bright red bead of blood formed, rolling slowly down his chin, but he ignored it. Still, the fact that she was unable to undo her own clothing....
Grinning, he slid his tee-shirt off, revealing his bare chest, muscular, but criss-crossed with scars that had refused to fully disappear, appearing pale while in the light from the moon that shone through the window. Then he moved smoothly onto the bed, catching her bottom lip between his teeth, biting it, though not as hard as he had his own, the blood from his cut lip staining her lips. His hands, in the meantime, had reached down to her pants, undoing whatever buttons they found there, as he pressed himself against her, that soft feral grin still on his face, causing his eyes to sparkle. Withdrawing his lips from hers, he answered "I would have thought that was obvious...I find you irresistable..."
He leaned down to kiss her again, his hands already finished undoing her pants, adding "As for my "male appendage"....Whatever you wish. If, that is...you manage to figure out how to work a simple button and one tiny little zipper. Now...if you don't mind...please, turn over. I can't get this bloody corset off unless you do..." His teeth found her lip again, and he could have laughed. Well, she had to learn about modern clothing sooner or later...
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Jul 18, 2010 17:47:20 GMT -5
viViktorya’s eyes narrowed and her eyebrow raised with curiosity. When Mal bit his lip he reminded her of something. Yes, yes it was something she knew. Her mind flashed towards herself and a female clad in brown fabric. Viktorya was holding up a spoon which ought to have been called a ladle for the amount of deep green liquid it held. She had been trying to get the liquid correction potion inside the girl’s mouth but she refused. The ungrateful brat! She bit her lip as Mal did though not to the extent that her own skin broke. In the end Viktorya forced the spoon inside the girls throat breaking all the unfortunate teeth that had the ill will to meet the force of the spoon. Her mind flashed back to the situation before her. She was not trying to shove a potion down Mal’s throat yet he was biting his lip. Perhaps she would never understand.
Mal obliged by removing his own clothes. Viktorya took the time to study his body in great detail. He was muscular but not overly muscular. It was the perfect amount. That said that he had dedication. His muscles would shrink if he did not lift weights. There were many scars on his chest. Was this Mal a great warrior? If you survived battle you were either a great warrior or a coward. The scars proved that one was a warrior and not a coward. Viktorya released a moan from her throat when Mal bit her bottom lip. It aroused her more that she could taste his blood. It was delicious. It tasted like pure night and she was reminded of the joyous full moon. She was certainly not a vampire but there was a certain sensuality about blood that no one but a vampire would understand. She licked the wound on his lips, snapping up any blood.
“I know not what a zipper is. But if that is what stands between me from pounding you into this soft contraption then so be it!” Her pants had one button and it was easily removed. Her eyes watched as a little rectangle with a hole inside of it was pulled down. Finally after so much hard work these newfangled leggings were off of her. Viktorya felt free! It must have been some rather dreadful joke which had been played on her in the first place for anyone to ever put them on her in the first place! She was used to simple pants, of course there were buttons but she had never seen a zipper before. She would have complimented on what an oddity the zipper was but there were other things to do and the time for questions was not now!
She tasted the moon again as he kissed her. Viktorya made her mind up this very moment that she wanted Mal. She wanted him more than this time, she wanted him to be hers. “Do as you wish, Mal,” Viktorya said as she turned around and held her hair. It was the first time she held her hair to the side as there were people to do that simple task for her. It was a very considerate thing for Viktorya to do one must understand. The name Mal seemed strange on Viktorya’s lips. It was obviously short for something. It would only take a matter of minutes to find out what his full name was. It certainly couldn’t be that hard. Dear Mal (she wanted to think of him as innocent but could not) had not thought of the simple thing. He had not introduced himself. She had pulled his name out of his memory.
The whale bone corset Mal unfastened looked to be very old though it had only been assembled just recently. The methods in which were used to create it were quite old indeed. The whale bone was real whale bone and the fabric was all handmade and dyed by hand matter of fact. It now lay to the side of the bed. She turned around slowly and removed her hands from her breasts as if she were unveiling some masterpiece. She had many paintings done by “the masters” of art throughout the millenniums that many a men and women would kill just to catch a glimpse of the name and signature. These were not famous paintings due to the fact that the masters of art had been hired, finished their paintings and portraits and thus they had been tucked away never to be seen once more. The art world would come alive and buzz like bees in a hive to find even one of these pieces. Her skin was of two different colors. Where skin hid behind clothes it looked simply white like a new crayon in a box whereas clothes that had been exposed to the light of the night seemed dark by comparison.
The only piece of remaining clothes Viktorya wore was her unmentionables which she slid off with ease. One would have to be bold in manner to say or even think that! She motioned with her finger for Mal to approach her. When he obliged she began to work on removing his pants. Though her fingers were graceful as they took out the button she felt that it was odd to zipper (or should she say un zipper) something. She studied the zipper with fascination though that took but only a moment. She slid the man’s pants off and found that he was wearing unmentionables himself. “I am pleased,” she said to herself as she slid the unmentionables off. She would have been disappointed to find herself with something small. She kicked her feet off the bed like a young child might while waiting.
Her hand touched his hard member. He was already hard but the member was foreign to her fingers. It was interesting to do something one had not done before. She stood up all of a sudden, wrapped her legs around Mal’s legs and then licked his lips with a strange force. She bit with her teeth his neck, careful at least to not hurt him. If she pierced his skin in this area it would hurt! “Mmm. I like the smell of you.”
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MAL BLACKNEST
Were-Wolf
Power has no true reason... That's what I was always told
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Post by MAL BLACKNEST on Jul 18, 2010 19:29:02 GMT -5
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Once she had turned around, it was an easy task to get the corset removed, his fingers dancing nimbly through the various straps. His eyes watched her as she pulled her hair to the side, allowing him easier access, and the heat in his body pulsed intensely because of it. The smooth bare skin that was visible on her back was so perfect that he ran his hands over it, savoring the sensation. Before she could turn back over, he impulsively planted a kiss on the back of her neck, tongue darting out for a brief second to taste the skin. If perfection at that moment had a name in his mind, it would be Viktorya.
But then she turned over, and perfection rewrote itself all over again in the shape of her body, his eyes hungrily devouring every inch of her. The different shades of her skin, the curves of her oh-so-luscious body... All of the perfection drilled its way into his mind as he simply watched, though his body was beginning to urge him to action. Even more arousing was the bold, careless manner in which she removed any trace of clothing left on her, revealing herself fully. He barely even needed her beckoning finger to close his lips upon hers again, this time feeling her skin on his, an intoxicating feeling, that he stretched every fiber of his body towards, moaning because of the heady sensation.
Even while he did so, he felt her fingers attacking his own pants, with more grace than he would have thought at first. Well, if nothing else was to be said about her (and much was) she was a very, very fast learner. And he loved it. As soon as his pants were off, she moved right on to his undergarments, and he lifted himself to help her get them off, as urgent as she was to remove them. Oh the wonderful sensations that rushed through his body now. Adrenaline pounded through every fiber in him, and the heat of the night had caused a thin sheen of sweat to emerge from his skin, but he barely even noticed it.
He had been erect long before she had removed his pants, and his member had only grown firmer since. Now, as her hand brushed against it, he let out a soft moan, his hips rocking against hers. Then, suddenly, he was up, wrapping her legs around his and licking his lips with an intensity he had never felt before. The cut on his lip was still bleeding, though it had slowed since its opening, his regeneration acting quickly. But the tongue on his lips was nothing compared to her teeth on his neck, the sensation making his muscles lose the tenseness that had remained, even as the surge of pleasure shot through him. Oh god, the things he would do with this woman... He was so caught up in feeling every inch of her skin that touched him that he failed to control the moan of pleasure that seemed to come from every part of his body at once, head leaning down to first lick, then kiss, then finally nibble on her neck, though it took a certain degree of control to prevent himself from actually breaking the skin.
At her comment, his hands came up, beginning to run a gentle pattern over her back in a series of squeezes and presses, that could almost be called a massage.They focused on the parts that generally got the most tense, such as the shoulders and the lower back. Be that as it may, he couldn't resist reaching down even further from time to time, as his body rocked against her in ecstasy. "I like the....oh hell...everything..." he managed to say while still focusing on her neck. Then a thought occurred to him, and he was almost confused at the fact that it hadn't earlier. "I never told you my name, did I? I'm Malcolm....but Mal, for short...though I think you already figured.....that part out."
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Post by Isi Runasimi on Jul 18, 2010 20:43:09 GMT -5
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MAL BLACKNEST
Were-Wolf
Power has no true reason... That's what I was always told
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Post by MAL BLACKNEST on Jul 18, 2010 21:05:18 GMT -5
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Her words barely made it to him, so focused was he on her every movement. He didn't really care if he was slow to introduce himself, and quite obviously, she didn't care much either. After all, they had gotten this far, and she had never even voiced the question. It was only his tingling sense of courtesy that had even reminded him to do it. Even that was now forgotten in the heat of lust that swept through him, making him shiver with the pleasure, hands coming up to rest on her shoulders, pulling her against him as she nipped at his skin. He honestly no longer cared how hard she bit him, as long as she didn't start pulling chunks of flesh out... That would just ruin the mood.
As she straddled him, he fell back down willingly. He didn't mind being the submissive one. Not for a while, anyway.... Sooner or later, he'd have his time... Even as she bit his nipple, he gasped in pleasure, the unexpected pain arousing him still further, if that were possible. But then she was on top of him, and before he knew it, she had mounted him fully, sliding him inside of her. The wave of sheer ecstasy that swept through him completely blew away anything else that they had done up to that point. His back arched as she rode him, lifting off the bed in the adrenaline fueled rush of absolute pleasure that coursed through him.
Even as she used her own strength to thrust up and down, he added his to the bargain, his legs moving up and down, thrusting him even more powerfully inside of her. Gods...how long had it been since he had last had such pleasure pounding through him? How long since ecstasy had crippled his capability for any coherent words? All it was now was the scents and sounds of pure lust, as his hands reached up to cup her breasts, tweaking gently with his thumbs. Then, even as she rode him, he brought his mouth up to them, nipping gently and teasing them with his tongue. "Oh...my god...." He could barely speak with the pleasure.
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Jul 19, 2010 13:10:03 GMT -5
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MAL BLACKNEST
Were-Wolf
Power has no true reason... That's what I was always told
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Post by MAL BLACKNEST on Jul 19, 2010 16:21:44 GMT -5
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Mal was almost losing himself in the pleasure, barely able to think anymore. All he knew is that he never wanted this sensation to stop, never end... If anywhere in the world was paradise, it was this room, where he never wanted these sensations to end. The heat was building in the room as their two bodies met together in this perpetual ecstasy. The sweat was shining across his body as he clasped his arms around her, his fingers getting caught in the hair which now cascaded down her back. Then her rhythm shifted, becoming harder and faster, and he followed suit, his hips thrusting powerfully as he felt her around him.
Finally, he could no longer stand being the one on bottom, his entire body screaming at him to mount her in turn. With a grunt, he twisted to the side, rolling her over onto her back and coming up so that he was on top, remaining within her throughout. Grinning with pleasure at the movement, he began thrusting again, leaning down so that his face was only an inch from hers, teasing her lips with his tongue before he finally sealed the whole thing with a savage kiss, pressing intensely against her. His hands clutched the mattress, tearing it with nails that had shifted partly into claws, but he had managed to control any of the rest of the transformation that the wolf within him desired. It wouldn't do to shift at a time like this, and he was far too old to let it get the best of him.
Nevertheless, he couldn't help but lean down and bite her neck, pressing hard, though his teeth never punctured the skin. His back arched as he continued to move, his eyes almost glazed with rapture. It was almost like a spiral within him, spinning up and up to something far beyond the mere ecstasy they were experiencing now... He knew that, once he hit his climax, nothing would be able to ruin his day...or night...or whatever time it was.... But for now, he thrust ever harder, building up the rhythm and tempo, teeth still fastened in her neck.
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Jul 22, 2010 13:39:57 GMT -5
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MAL BLACKNEST
Were-Wolf
Power has no true reason... That's what I was always told
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Post by MAL BLACKNEST on Jul 22, 2010 22:30:17 GMT -5
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Oh, but that was too much. This entire time, her mouth had been completely utilized to the odd moan and in receiving his passionate kisses. Now, for the first time, he heard actual words slip out of her mouth. Small words, indeed, but words nonetheless. The sound made his entire body shiver with passion and his hips drive even harder, driving the spiral within him even higher. He felt her legs wrap around him and answered with his body, every muscle pounding as hard as it could. She was not some dainty human girl, of this he was now certain. Actions that would break a weaker woman had only served to drive her apparently ceaseless lust to new boundaries. His teeth, pressing down, would have already most likely torn deep furrows in the skin of a human woman, but she simply moaned in most obvious pleasure, continuing to move with him.
The second set of words were even more enticing, interspersed as they were between the other sounds of their coupling. Admittedly, she was getting a bit...overzealous with this whole "imp" thing, but he could forgive her, at this moment, he could forgive anything she could do. Anything not lethal, anyway... He almost cried out in dismay as her hands left his back, but his dismay was slightly mollified when they dug up chunks from the mattress. Still, her doing that meant that she lost her grip on anything whatsoever, so he resorted to an alternative. Still thrusting, he reached out, taking her hands and stretching them above her head, holding them in his own tightly. It was getting so hot in the room that large drops of sweat from his body were dripping onto hers, making both of them slick.
The final three words were simply ecstasy to his ears, and his body was pressed to a whole new level, every muscle straining to fill her as much as he could, to please this astounding, beautiful, demanding woman, who was dangerous, deadly, and yet he couldn't resist anything about her. For a second, he almost hit his climax, the spasm going through his body making his jaw contract, biting down even harder. This time, however, he couldn't hold it back, and one sharp canine pierced her perfect skin, drawing a bright bead of scarlet blood. Instantly, instinctively, he licked up the blood, savoring the taste in his mouth. Sure, he wasn't a vampire, but the taste of blood was almost as good as the taste of flesh, which he did eat.
Still leaning down, he continued to clean off the wound with his tongue, flicking the tip over the imperfection in her skin, apologizing with his actions. His thrusting became almost frantic, anxious to show her that he was sorry, but also to tell her that she could do whatever she wanted in return. His eyes flicked open, as he managed to say, in between licks "I'm sorry, but..." His tongue tasted her blood again, mingling with the salt of her sweat. "You taste so...good...."
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Jul 24, 2010 18:12:01 GMT -5
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