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Post by Willow on Jun 22, 2008 21:10:14 GMT -6
The movement was furious, enticing, powerful. The feel of the air around them was more than just sex. It was more than just the ritual of two bodies meeting in pleasure, pain, and ferocious need. There was so much more to it. There was danger int eh air, and it made Asina's spine bow with anticipation along with the pleasure, the haunting feeling of more than just his hands over her body.
His power rolled over to her, she she had to hold her breath to keep from crying out. It took effort, so much effort, but this was a fight, it was a battle that they were raging against each other, yet with each other.
In what seemed like less than an instant, though, he had taken complete control of her body. She was pressed flat up against the wall, one of his hands holding both her writs in a deadlock grasp, an iron grip that her reflexes struggled to release from. His length was full and deep inside of her, a huge force of throbbing power. His other hand, the grip firm and controlled, was twined around her slender pale neck, holding her head in place. She couldn't move. Couldn't meet his rhythm, couldn't struggle against thim, though she tried, a wicked grin on her face.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, wracking against her ribcage almost painfully. There was a fear in the room, the potential for violence, and she fed into it, fed on it, loved every morsal. His hand about her neck only excited mer more and her legs tightened around his waist, pressing him far into her body, barring his ability to move as much as she could, with all her strength as he spoke to her. Still, the slow dragging as he fought against her own grip was more than she had ever experienced before.
Her breath caught in her throat. He wanted her to moan for him. She wanted to so badly that her body burned with it, ached with it. But he would have to pull it from her, he woudl have to break her reserve. He was so close, but she still had that bit of control, and as she was who she was, she wasn't going to just give it up without a challange.
Her voice was husky and growling, though a bit breathy, betraying that it took effort to speak instead of make some other delightful sound with her voice.
"Make me."
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Post by libellule on Jun 22, 2008 21:38:23 GMT -6
Make me...
It took effort, he found, for her to make that statement as rich and as defiant as it sounded. Though to his bloodlusting mind it resembled a plea more than a challenge. "Oh kitten," he purred jestingly, a dangerous mildness lingered on his tongue, "Don't taunt me, I can play this game all night." With that, his hand tightened around her neck as he leaned back and pushed her harder into the wall, Ciel harder into her. He was gauged the amount of pressure, making sure his grip did not surpass into pain. His hips continued to pound against hers, over and over, as his energy soured, setting his skin ablaze to her lukewarm body. His heated lips moved across and down her chest, nipping harsly at her supple skin, he grazed his sharpened canine across her breast with enough pressure to scrape her perfect skin. His hips never stopped moving. The tiny morsel of crimson that formed from the enticing wound made him chuckle darkly as his tongue licked it up.
Oh that was it...
The taste... it ran across his tongue like a sip of french wine. Divine. The taste of her blood failed to fade in his mouth, he had dipped into a forbidden well and he longed from much... much more.
"Mm," he murmured, releasing her arms, but not her neck. "Moan for me now..."
There was no signal, no alert, no precaution, no sign of anything. His chiseled body, slowed to a passionate and deep level as he slowly began to pull out, and then in a flash...
the grip that never left her neck tighten once more and he slammed into her as the other hand... dug its hungry, starved nails deep into the flesh of her back.
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Post by Willow on Jun 22, 2008 21:54:27 GMT -6
Her muscles began to shake and shudder with effort, her legs so tight around his waist that her knees were pearly, the joints clicking with his pounding movements. Her smirk remained poised upon her lips as he tightened his grip, though her eyelids fluttered ever so slightly. She gritted her teeth, determained to maintain herself. Down to the last ounce of control she had, she would maintain herself.
As much as she wanted him to shatter her reserve, she kept her grip tight on it, as tight as she possibly could. That effort alone took most of her concentration. Concentration that was just so difficult to maintain when there was a creature of such commanding presence paying her so much attention.
Attention that made her writhe against him as much as their position allowed her.
A drop of crimson slid down the ivory of her breast, consumed by a quick flick of Ciel's tongue, and she shiverred. She couldn't supress it, it just slipped. Yet she didn't make a sound. She could control herself enough not to make a sound with him driving itno her, filling her up and tasting her at the same time. She was better than that.
The moment he release her hands, she moved one to slide through his hair, grabbing a fistful as the other dug sharp nails into his shoulder. What she didn't anticipate was him driving into her hard and deep, his grip tight and enticing about her throat with the other drawing blood from her back. The triple threat tore a gasp from her vocals, her hands spasming against his shoulder and scalp as her hips moved against his, her legs pulsing around his waist. The gasp cut off in a curse as she closed her mouth quickly, eyes pressed tightly shut.
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Post by libellule on Jun 22, 2008 22:21:57 GMT -6
A snarl erupted from his throat as he bared his teeth. It was an act that could only be defined as inhumane. It was almost animal. Her nails felt so good on his sweltering skin. He wanted the pain with her pleasure. He wanted all of her. The gasp touched his senses, and her scent drove him wild. She had let up. Ciel would have normaly done something to shove it in her face like a trophy or a head he had severed. But not this time. He had gotten what he wanted. What he had asked for. She was the one who deserved the reward. Still inside of her, he lowered her to the bed, his claws dragging across the other side of her back as the sex continued, but he slowed, making it more passionate for Asina. His lips met hers as he brought her hips up to meet his, his tongue caressing hers in a way it never had before. She was his and he was showing her exactly what that meant and how it felt and how good he wanted it to be for her. It was so much more than mindless fucking at this moment. The dominance bicker was not lost, he just got to go first. He chuckled as he licked at her ear and grazed her neck with his teeth.
"Any requests?" His throaty voice was thick as he continued slowly. It was for her pleasure this moment, it was about her.
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Post by Willow on Nov 3, 2008 21:45:08 GMT -6
"Just you."
Years of wishful thinking, of fantasies carefully concealed beneath the iron reserve of the High Priestess of her lands. Years of a want that could not be satisfied and only scarcely entertained during the small amount of dream allotted for such frivolous thought. There was always something more important, something more pressing.
"Just you...."
Now, she was not the High Priestess, the Dark One to her sister's Light. The shadow to the sun. She was a woman now. One of immense power and attributes that were not human, but no one ever said that she had to be, or that she ever was. And she was with a man. No, not a man, her man. The one. One. Only one. Yes, he was a pure Zephyr demon, one of the only two known of in all the lands. And he was hers and hers alone. They belonged to each other, and at this moment, that was all that mattered. Not what was beyond here and now, not what was past the walls and down through the marketplace. None of it was relevant. Just the now. Just the them.
Her body moved under him, within his hands, against and in tandem with his body. Her nails dug deep into his shoulders as her body rolled and writhed under him, head moving form one side to the other until she finally looked up at him, her eyes dark as they locked onto his.
"You. Just you."
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Post by libellule on Nov 3, 2008 22:29:27 GMT -6
As her response grew with fervor so did his speed. Digging his head into her neck, placed his mouth where her neck and shoulder met. "Asina," he murmured, his thrusts getting strong and faster as his lips were pressed tightly to her hot wet skin. His beautiful woman, his priestess, his goddess. His. All of it was his.
He was lost in the pleasure as it blinded him and began to build. He would be able to resist the taste and the sweet linger of her wine. "I can't take much longer." He moaned truthfully. She was just too good to be true.
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