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Post by libellule on Jun 18, 2007 2:11:17 GMT -6
That touch. He breathed harshly as her lips lavished him with her kisses and her lovebites, sending him into an enthralling bit of erotica. Mmm... If only he had some honey to lick off of her gorgeous body. Ciel knew Asina was beautiful, he knew she was divine, but the Zephyr never thought once how glistening her eyes would be when they were driven with lust, he never knew how baby soft her skin would feel up against his, he never knew how enticing her moans would feel as they crashed against his ears. He never realized how perfect his Asina was until this moment, until she sat before him, rejecting her stature and her place for him. Just for this moment. 'My precious Priestess,' he whispered to his thoughts The loosening of his pants brought him back to his fantasy as he mischeviously raised a brow to her vixen-like ways. As she pushed down his pants, Ciel thumped against her warmth as she came down against him with her hips. His eyes watched her half-liddened with lust as he smirked... demonically.
Within seconds, he flipped her on her back, his hands on the blankets on each side of her head as he looked hauntingly down upon her, sizing her body up with his elevator eyes. Ciel kissed her lips roughly and forcefully, pushing her down into the mattress before he left them in a heated matter, trailing his hot kisses to her collarbone, where he promptly grazed her nipple with her sharp teeth, licking and sucking hungrily as he kneaded the other one with his hand, before his mouth and his hands switched sides. All the while, his member skimmed across the soft skin of her navel as his hips softly met hers in a slow...unjust manner.
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Post by Willow on Jun 18, 2007 2:28:12 GMT -6
A smirk had been rising to her lips, but it slipped off before it fully rose because of the abrupt change in positions. She had felt the movement before it happened, yes, but Her lust had demped those sensed just a tinge, so she was caught rather off-guard save for a split-second. A gasp and a small yelp slipped from her lisp at the motion and she found herself gazing up at him with those dark, honey-brown eyes eyes of hers.
He was this force above her, this mass of power. He was also Her Ciel. Many times she had had small fantasies about laying with him, or just touching him, of him touching her. Some would rise to her mind just out of nowhere, others were darker, more errotic, and came when she was thinking about him. She was beginning to realize who inaccurate her fantasies had actually been. Yes, he was raw, he was firece, dominant, and deliciously demonic. She was discovering he was so much more, and her body wanted it ten times over.
The kiss was returned forcefully, and sh he shifted his attention down her body, her head rolled to the side, eyes pressed shut for a moment, her mouth gaping slightly as she gasped at his hungry suckling at her breast, the rough, stimulating kneading of her other one. The heat was rising to her skin more now, her nipples hardening against his hand, between his lips. Back arched slightly and her hips rose only slightly off the bed, pressing up against his. Her head tossed from side to side a bit and she bit down ion her lip, a low moan slipping from her throat as his length slid against her navel. It was enticing, and his hips were pressing against hers, but it was torture. Her eyes opened and she looked down at him, a flash of errotic pleading lighting in her eyes.
It wasn't fair. His pants were off, and hers were still on. The rubbing of his member against her stomach was tightening her loins, and a firey pressure was yearning for a deep caress. No, her navel was not where that part of his body should be playing, she she let that show in her eyes, what it was doing to her.
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Post by libellule on Jun 18, 2007 2:47:53 GMT -6
For all of her teasing, he'd make her squirm ten times more. Oh the feel of her sent him over the edge. The curves that had scuplted her body seemed to melt into his chiseled figure like puzzle pieces. But he wasn't satisfied, he couldn't be, not with that piece of clothing obstructing his beautiful view. The way her head tossed and shook made him shiver at thought the thought of what she'd do when he'd do other things to her. Oh that moan, Ciel loved the way she sounded when he pleasured her, when he touched her in all the right places. As his mouth released her ample breast, he nuzzled into it with his cheek before looking deviously into her eyes, enjoying what he saw, enjoying the want and the pleading. He flashed her a smirk as his fingered softly flicked and rubbed her nipples once again as his mouth trailed down his stomach, licking and suckling as he went. His teeth pulled at the strings as his tongue dove just under the hem of her pants. Ciel's hands left her chest reluctantly, crawling down her stomach, pulling at her pants slowly as his tongue trailed a slightly wet path south.
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Post by Willow on Jun 18, 2007 2:58:57 GMT -6
"Mmmm...."
He was playing with her, she knew he was. Fine. Maybe she could return a bit of a favor, even from her bottom position. As he moved his lips down her body, his teeth deftly undoing the tie of her pants, she became completely silent, not giving him the gratification of her sounds that she knew he delighted in. His tongue slipped just beneath the hem and her breath caught in her throat, yet she still made no actual noise. She could feel his lips drawing slowly closer down south, her pants still too on for her personal preference and she moved her hips up slightly, urging him on a bit just as she shifted her own leg.
The small, shaggy-haired woman moved one leg between his slightly, and since his body was positioned lower on hers, it made it quite easy for her to maneuver her foot up between his legs, ankle and foot teasing his length only slightly at first befreo she rubbed against it a bit more firmly, just a bit, then nothing, then again, then she let her foot fall again. The movement also made her hips move up and down a bit, as well, and she peered down the line of her body at him to gauge his reaction, her own teeth sinking into her bottom lip just in case.
If he wanted to tease her, perfect, she loved being tease, the torture was extremely arrousing, but it was still torture. If he wanted to hear her, he'd have to make her make a sound, past her control.
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Post by libellule on Jun 18, 2007 3:17:14 GMT -6
His ear's perked up at the sound of silence. Hn... Ciel knew he wasn't doing anything wrong. In fact, he was doing all the right things, it seemed to him that Miss Asina wanted to play priss. He grinned against her supple skin, his teeth grazing it harshly.
But his actions froze harshly at the feel of her leg against him. His once outstretched hands curled into tight fists, that pulled at the sheets and gripped them in the sensation he felt. Ciel breathed harshly, but he refused to give her the sound she wanted, if she wanted to play the stubborn game well fine... He'd just have to make her scream. He smirked hauntingly as he looked up at her, a devilish glint luminated his now golden hued eyes. The want had swirled them once again and hopefully they'd stay the glimmering color they were.
He ripped off the petty fabric and sat back on his knees, drinking up the beauty of her creamy flesh he was about to feast upon. His nail began at her foot and skimmed over her entire body, ending her lips which he gave a chaste kiss.
Sitting back once more, Ciel kissed her ankle to the inside of her knee and began his torment past her knee and up her inner thigh, with fevered licks and soft nibbles until he reached his sought prize. If he wasn't ready enough before with the feel of it... As he skimmed over the lips of her mound with his tongue, the taste of her made him groan as he sucked on one of her lips. Oh she'd make a sound for this...
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Post by Willow on Sept 30, 2007 0:33:12 GMT -6
Oh, she knew what he was doing, where he was going, and this fierce woman who was as stubborn as she was short, was already preparing herself. What was more, was that she had planted an evil, perverted smirk across her lips, twisting them ever-so-slightly up at a corner as she watched him down the line of her toned pale body. Asina was daring him. She was daring him to try and make her succumb to him. The priestess was firm in this belief, that it would only be an attempt.
Yet as he slowly worked his way down her leg, tantalizingly closer to her core, she found her self-control slipping. Her ever-famous self-control was dwindling under his steady gaze, his firm yet insufficient touch. She was finding it harder to resist, harder to hold back the urge to move against him, to make some soft of a sound. There was something in the way he moved into her that made it so much harder than she had initially expected.
Taking a slow, deep breath, she bit down on the inside of her lip just as his lips brushed over her mound, her eyes fluttering shut and pressing tightly closed as he began to suck on one of her lips. Fuck, she wanted to make some sort of a sound, but she was too stubborn for that, much to stubborn to let him win that easily.
She could taste her own blood, and that was just more arousing to her. Determined not to make things words for herself, she clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging into her hands as she fought herself for control. No way was he going to win in this.
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Post by libellule on Sept 30, 2007 0:54:32 GMT -6
Impatience got the best of him as an annoyed groal ripped through his snarling throat. What he'd longed for was being taken away from him. And that would just not do. As his hands traveled up her sides and raked at her pearly skin as his tongue skimmed across her small bud with a tantalizing slow motion. And he was patient at first, until his tongue picked up the pace. His lips, hot and fevered, left sweltering kisses as he moved back up to her throat. He bit down harshly above her collarbone, but not enough to break the skin. Never enough. Though if he had it would've been a waste of time. He had left his Kenkenc Seal with someone he was lost to in the past and he knew she was not coming back. The Seal was never broken, but he was forced into unending agony for what was left of eternity. He was forced to watch the nightmares of her death as if to be scolded and punished for his mistakes and for his stupidity.
Ciel shivered visibly, a feature not known well to him. To anyone around him. He'd forgotten where he was and then his thoughts snapped back to her.
Ciel looked down at her as he stroked her cool arm before he'd rolled them over, placing Asina on top. "Now," he purred darkly, his molten golden eyes took in her beauty and the scent of her. Her heartbeat echoed in his mind as he licked at his chapped lips.
She was perfect.
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Post by Willow on Sept 30, 2007 1:09:46 GMT -6
A strangled gasp was what struggled from her throat as his lips grew impatient with her stubborness, but it was his teeth at her collarbone that made her groan lustfully and press herself down against the matress, her neck arching to the side, hands dancing up his back at the bite.
For a moment, though, as if time had paused, Ciel was lost to her, lost in his own reality, it seemed, and she felt her brows crease in a slight frown. However, he did return to her quicker than he left, and was rolling them over within a blink.
Asina's hands rested on his chest as she looked down at him, that infamous smirk upon her lips as she tilted her head ever-so-slightly at his singly-spoken word. A dark chuckle echoed in her throat as she leaned down over him, her back curving ot press their bare torsos together as her lips teased against his for a moment, her body dragging up against his, her foot lightly teasing the inside of his thigh.
"So bold of you," she whispered huskily against his lips, her voice dark and smooth, that erotic wisper in which her voice alone promised sensual pleasures that demons would slaughter for. She nuzzled her face against his neck, drizzling kisses and small bites down his chest as she sidled down his body again until she was sitting above his groin, her backside rubbing against his length.
She was torturing him on purpose. She wanted to know how much he could take of her dark teasing, and she was determined to get results.
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Post by libellule on Sept 30, 2007 1:30:29 GMT -6
His wicked chuckle answered her, it was as sinister as he was majestic. A small grin dotted his features as he relaxed into the sheets, his muscles releasing their tense hold as his nails softly pulled dark red lines at her revealed thighs. The lightening of his eyes signalled the passiontheir were exploited. It signalled his ridiculously amazing emotions, that had churned into a form of happiness, and that did not happen often. Ciel's eyes were /never/ light, they'd always been darker, always hued with reddish and black tones. And as soon they bore into her soul they closed shut sharply as he indulged himself in her pleasure. His head tilted back and his lips parted ever so slightly.
With the beauty of his eyes hidden, his skin glistened in the pale moonlight that streamed in through the window. What she did to him... What she made him feel... A sharp breath came too quickly for even him as she pushed her hips against him.
His eyes opened to her, glazed once again as he held her gaze, his features solemn while his hands slid up her torso and his breath came in sharper gusts. Oh the strain that flickered quickly through his eyes... Oh he was fighting.
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Post by Willow on Sept 30, 2007 1:46:34 GMT -6
It was an almost physical pain in her lower body, feeling him under her, against her, but not actually inside her, and although she had meant to torment him more before actually giving in, her own lust was overpowering her right now. His nails were dragging along her exposed thighs, and it pulled a string of small groans from her lips as her thighs tightened around him, knees digging into his ribs as she lifted herself up and positioned herself over him just by the power of her strong legs.
The emotion in her eyes as she looked down at him was everything. It was the heat between then, the buzzing of their energy, the rolling of their power against each other. It was her lust for him, her want of him...her need of him. It was her love for him, as deeply as she was able to love.
A growl, low and dark, rumbled in her throat as she bent slightly over him, nails digging into his chest as she positioned him at her entrance. That wicked grin was across her lips again, and she slammed herself down over him just once, just a taste. Remaining where she was, sitting on his groin with his length deep inside her body, she took a few shallow breaths, meeting his gaze again as her nails dug into his chest again and dragged all the way down, leaving red streaks to mark their path.
Fuck. She had been wanting this for so long, and now she had it.
With another wicked grin, she sat up straight and arched her back, her head thrown back so that the pale line of her neck was exposed, her breasts in full view, nipples tightening in arrousal. Then with a moan, she lifted herself slowly off him to that only his tip was still inside her body, and paused, holding herself there as she looked back down at him, teasing him again.
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Post by libellule on Dec 27, 2007 0:01:24 GMT -6
"Wench," he purred in a soft voice, too soft. Her body slithered across his, silken and smooth. His breathing increased and sweat poured from his skin. He had never wanted anything as much as her. Her beauty was a sin, the forbidden fruit, the ultimate path to his final and most painful destruction, but he could no longer man the will power behind it. Ciel could no longer deny his right, his heart. He was a dead man and it was safe to say the soul he bore for so many millenia was beginning to lose the emotional it had once been soaked with, lathered with.
And then...
His breath caught as he slid into her. The sound his subconcious emitted through his defense was nothing short of ravenous as slitted eyes looked up to his prize. His hands found her hips, but he was too late, too slow, too paralyzed with longed. "Asina," he whispered in a delicious husky tone as he reminisced her luscious warmth and tightness around him. He'd never been so high and off of what? The show was about to begin and he was as good as blazed.
A sneer curled his dark lips as she teasing. His grip tightened dangerously around his precious petite woman. "Mine," he growled darkly, before pushing his hips up to meet hers.
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Post by Willow on Dec 27, 2007 0:13:13 GMT -6
Never had gravity been more friend to her than enemy, never before an aid to any task she had at hand. It had always been such a troublesome thing, a force that she could not control- and anything beyond her control tended to fall on her blacklist. But now...now she used it to her advantage. Asina was petite, tiny, but she was strong, and with a combination of her muscle and gravity, she easily let herself fall to meet the thrust of Ciel's hips.
A wicked grin danced across her lips as she looked down at him, teeth gritted together in the awesome feeling of him pushing as deeply as possible inside the dark warmth of her body.
"Yes," she growled, leaning over him as she raised herself off his length, "Yours...."
Always, she had been the estranged warrior that loved to control. Her people, her warriors, her enemies. She cared about people, true. Her responsibilities were of such, but she was raised a demon, and a demon she was. Evil, no, demonic, hell yes. Her heart could only beat so much for an individual, and that wasn't much at all.
Now, though, it was pounding, but not nearly fast enough.
Her nails dug into his flesh as she moved over him, taunting at the same time as delivering. She would tease him by coming down delightfully fast over him, then drawing off agonizingly slow. Even in her pleasure, she wanted to push it, to see how badly he wanted her, how much he could take before he just took her like they both wanted him to.
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Post by libellule on Dec 27, 2007 0:30:58 GMT -6
Deeper... Stronger... More and more and more...
The temperature was rising as they collided into eachother and he was aiming to lick the bowl clean. His head fell back with an open mouth as the instinct to rip and tear grew mountainous. Oh he wanted to destroy her. He wanted screams and yelps. He wanted control, his dominance, but the way those hips grinded against him, shunned him into submission. Too good, it was all too good, too perfect. So like a dream. His lips felt numb against the ecstasy as he licked them. He was quite certain the halfmoon marks his nails were creating would draw bloody scars into her sides. A sinister grin grew into the soft light as his hand easily pushed her chest down against his as the other hand kept her movement, hastening it slightly. Famished, his hungry lips crushed unceremoniously against her soft ones. Wickedly, Ciel pulled her head back before clawing his way to her neck with his vicious canines.
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Post by Willow on Dec 27, 2007 0:42:21 GMT -6
Better than she'd ever dared to fantasize was how she was feeling, to the point where she could not even hold her teasing, her staggered movements. The Priestess, in all her glory, just wanted him to pound into her, wanted to feel him as deep as he could go and deeper, and thus she complied with that wish, grinding and moving over him with the fluidity of a dancer, the force of a warrior, and the determination of a demon.
The Passion was her own.
A growl resounded in her chest as he pushed her down against him with a single hand, the other helping to continue their rapid motion of flesh against flesh. Lips and bodies entwined, she knew her eyes were pressed shut against the euphoria, but it was that destructive, passionate force of him attacking her neck that startled a moan out of her, one that was dark and thick, seductive in its own sensuality.
Her pale neck arched against his mouth as her hips thrusted against his, her body ravenous for the touch of his. That power, that passion, that force. She wanted it, all of it.
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Post by libellule on Jun 22, 2008 20:40:39 GMT -6
Oh this would just not do... She could have so much more. So much more shivering... Her sizable moan coaxed a shudder from him as a deep and thunderous growl rumbled from within him. Playtime...
was over.
It was a movement he tapped into, a speed she would never be able to match no matter the power she possessed. It was a carnal, predatorial move. His palms clamped down on her shoulders, silencing her full hips to a halt and he pushed his entire length into her seductive body. He felt his mind stammer and drunkenly stagger at the esctasy she could give him, with the way she could blind him. His head fell back as he groaned. He fought through the pleasure. He would finish her. It would not be the other way around. Within a fraction of a second the paper that lined the wall crumbled as he pushed her into it. He had her pinned inside and out up against the wall. He instantly took pity on the neighboring visitor. His vicious crazed molten eyes studied her for a haunting frozen moment. He had both of her hands above her head in one hand as the other wrapped around her neck. "Moan, Asina," he groaned huskily in her ear as he began to move slowly and deeply, "Moan, and tell me what you want." His thrusts hardened with every syllable and every deep breath after that. The room grew a tad bit hotter as the pleasure increased. He was certain it was not just his aura spiking.
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