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Post by libellule on Jul 25, 2010 6:07:18 GMT -6
‘My sweet, precious, delicious darling.’
She leaned back on him fully as she expected and almost craved the weight of his teeth to be so much stronger. She wanted to wear his mark so boldly. She wanted it to be known that she was claimed by the most powerful creature this world had ever seen. But the pain never hit her and the pleasure from the pain never surged through her.
Instead she felt the goose bumps prickle at her skin as the end of his hiss stood up every hair on the back of her neck in a whimpering lustful tremor. As the blade slide out before her, her heart skipped instantly from the mix of excitement and fearfulness that had hit her. The slicing of fabric made her body twitch as he made rags out of her clothing. And as the blade slide so precisely against the grain of her clothes she chuckled mischievously. And she’d like those dirty clothes /so/ much.
As the garments fell from her now bare tanned body, with the exception of her own muddy boots, she looked over her shoulder. She watched Zanen so carefully place his blades exactly where they always would be, within an arm’s reach from them, from him. Danalli found it so loving, so protective that he thought of their safety no matter the circumstances. If anything it made her even more aroused by his undying love and want to keep her completely unharmed.
Her long silver hair draped so beautifully over her, like water to its riverbed, that she dragged her own lips over her skin, her hand following and skimming over her own curves. She even went as far to put her head back and close her eyes in bliss as her nails left soft red trails behind them. Oh yes, she loved to tease him.
“Hm,” she cooed with dark devious eyes as she sat down erotically at the edge of their bed, knowing full well he would catch all of that little show, “If you hadn’t take such a ‘long’ time… You could’ve done that.” She put emphasis on ‘long’ with a low breathless moan.
She dragged her palm down from her navel to her hip and slowly to her shin as she undid the laces and slipped her sock off as she pulled her foot out. She, just as leisurely, undid the other. It landed with a thud as she leaned back, exposing the line of her body to him. Something sparked in her eyes as Danalli watched him discard his armor pieces. Something playful as she noticed that she was as naked as he was clothed. A bemused smile touched her lips as she pushed herself off of the soft mattress, unable to stay away and play hard to get. She didn’t prefer that game too often anyway. Lucky Zanen…
She placed her hands on the sides of his thighs with the front of her body flush against him. She dragged her hands up slowly, bringing them to the front, making sure to skim over his delicious muscles as she pressed her lips firmly on his neck and slowly kissing higher until she reached his ear, which she smiled into as she softly bit. But she made no attempt to remove any of his undergarments. She laced her fingers into his as she pulled him in front of the bed, his back facing it. She realized it would have been easier if she had boots on as she smirked enigmatically into his eyes before quickly put her foot on his stomach and ‘kicking’ him back.
She artfully straddled him on her knees and was luckily just a few inches taller than him. “Hm did I not tell you early you'd pay for that sneaky awful thing you did me?,” she was so mischievous as she grinded harshly into him once before she leaned into his ear and spoke, “I’ve got you…”
And with that she kissed him so fiercely. It may have seemed like Zanen was rubbing off on her as she tugged at one of his lips with her teeth as she deepened the kiss by wrapping her arms around his neck. A moan elicited from her, as she tasted him, it was driving her insane.
That was it. She clawed down his back, pulling at his shirt, breaking their kiss for a split second as she all but tore it off of him. Her breath almost caught in her throat as it always did as she took it the sheer beauty of his chest and his arms. Her hands were all over him in an instant. She would never get used to how perfect he really was…
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Post by Willow on Jul 27, 2010 0:22:20 GMT -6
The snarl he gave her was vicious and filled her with a sense of triumph, an arrogant smirk spreading across her lips even as she bared sharp little demon fangs at him. Her tongue rolled over her canines in anticipation as she eyed the pulse in his neck, fantasizing about his own blood, about their blood mingling as they took each other, fought each other, loved each other.
Then he gave a dark chuckle that made her blood heat and her lips part in a hiss, dark eyes bright with their own fire. His hands came up, gripped her, tore at her, pulled her light cotton shirt free of her body and leaving her leaning over him in just her breast band and her trousers. She wasn’t even wearing boots at the moment, having had removed them when she’d gotten to her room.
The motion didn’t even phase her. Instead she sat up straighter and rolled her shoulders back, her bones and muscles popping in a stretch before she let out a low growl and leaned over him again, her hands moving deftly to unsinch his leather vest and push it aside while her lips claimed his savagely. As her mouth moved to his neck, her teeth teasing him, her hands had arched, her nails dug, and she was clawing apart his shirt. Her lust for his flesh, his blood, his body, his fury was pushing her own blood and even though she was considerably ‘weaker’ she was still a warrior and she was still a woman of strength.
The fabric was no match for her.
His finely muscled chest finally visible to her she gave a low and satisfied sound, her eyes sleepy and hungry while she looked over him as if he was some feast that she’d been denied for much too long. Every time he touched her, every time he raked his nails against her skin or bit her, threw her down, drew her blood and let it spill over the both of them. Now, shirtless, little drops of blood from the bite over the supple mound of her breast dripped down to land on his chest. Her eyes watched that droplet with a hungry fascination before her nails, sharp and talon-like, carved down his chest and sides while her body moved against his again so her teeth could tear at his mouth in heated passion.
Then she pulled back for a moment and just looked down at him, admiring him with a possessive and consuming, heated gaze. He was beautiful, he was hers. He was perfect. Ruthless. Demonic. Monstrous. He let her unleash her deepest, darkest, truest nature, the one that matched his with that same bloodthirsty and murderous instinct. Those impulses to take and to possess. To use, to own.
A silky, evil chuckle rolled off her lips as she bent down and kissed him again, rough and immediate before arching her neck the side so that she could get to his own, tasting his pulse like candy on her tongue. A moment later she did taste him as her teeth scraped, then sunk in deep and she let out a low and deeply pleased sound, her whole body vibrating with it even as her nails dug into him.
Asina had no intentions for either of them to end this without betting bruised and bloodied several times over.
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Post by Willow on Jul 27, 2010 0:56:49 GMT -6
Mm. There was almost nothing he loved more than watching her ready herself for him. Watching the way she dragged her hands over her body, the way she left little red lines from her nails, then as her hands coasted down her legs to removed her boots, leaving her completely bare for him. And Danalli naked was truly one of his most favorite sights.
Watching her make those fine red lines down her body made a small growl rush from his lips though, and it was true how wells he knew him when she leaned back on the bed and commented that he could have been the one that had done it. He could have been the one to drag his hands over her body, his nails scraping her skin and leaving marks, evidence of his claim on her.
Of course, there was still time. Oh yes, there was still time. There was all the time in the world tonight and by the time he was done she would bear evidence that was more than just metaphysical that she belongs to him and only him.
“Yes, my darling, I could have,” he murmured softly, his violet eyes darker than they had been before. “I suppose I will just have to make up for it then…”
Then she moved against him and her hands were roving up his body, her own so luscious, so soft and yet so strong against his as she seduced him so wonderfully and terrifyingly easily. Soft, amazingly potent lips pressed against his neck, pulling heat to his skin and fervor to his hands as they touched her hips, caressed her skin, gripped her lightly only because he was fighting not to throw her down and have his way with her, fighting not to grab and take and take and take as much as he could. It was an eagerness, a very pressing eagerness. He needed to claim her. NOW. Danalli was his, all his, and he needed to prove that to the world tonight. No, he needed to prove it right now. He needed to make it so that no one would ever even think of touching his woman, his property, his Danalli, his treasure. Zephyr demons had the purest blood of the ancestors of all demons, of the dragons of old (of which there were few remaining) and when they coveted something it was forever. It was permanent.
And they let no one near their treasure.
Danalli was his.
A foot and a hard kick send him to the bed and he landed easily, grinning up at her as she straddled him. Her words made him growl a low and feral sound, and her kiss, bordering on the edge of vicious, made him shake with need. By the time he was shirtless he was hot and dazed and drifting toward the edge of madness for need of her, want of her. Possession of her.
His fingers dug into her hips, hard, and he made another growl of a sound as his face moved toward her, her lips to her neck as he tasted her. Tongue took in her flavor and teeth bit down, lightly at first, and then harder. He groaned into it as his hands ran up her back, nails scraping and claiming her, pulling her against him so that he could feel the supple mounds of her beautiful breasts press against his chest.
In a quick movement, his mouth still latched to her neck, he twisted and flipped so that she was on her back on the bed and he was over her, one knee on the edge of the bed and his hands to either side of her head.
“No, Danalli, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you. You’re mine, Danalli. Mine. Pretty, you’re mine…” His voice was low, his eyes static with his demonic instincts, even tinted with red. But there was no danger to her, never, and no chance of it either. For the first time he was really letting his true nature seep out around her, that natural possessiveness show its face, his need and want and instinct to claim and take push past his iron control.
Because now there was no chance that he would harm her. None at all.
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Post by libellule on Jul 27, 2010 1:32:10 GMT -6
There was a warm sound that came from his throat as he purred to her, his teeth trying to incase her lips deep within them as he snapped at air. And when she eyed his skin so entranced his eyes grew slightly darker.
His hands left the curves of her hips to rove over those mounds of beautiful flesh. The ghostly color of their pale skin tone was so luscious and appetizing he found his mouth watering. So much so he brought his lips to graze across that perky nipple of hers before he grazed his teeth across it. The thud of his vest falling to the floor and the tearing of his shirt fell on his deaf ears as his continued his ministrations. Until…
He sucked in a deep breath as that gorgeous droplet shattered across his collarbone. He was hypnotized as that stream of red outlined her features so wonderfully. He could help himself as his tongue licked up her breast and to the initial bite mark he made. He could feel his eyes roll in the back of his head at the taste that hit him hard as his lust tripled when her nail dug into her. He groaned against her skin and shook against the pleasure. And when her hips met with his as well as her lips to his he almost lost it. He gripped the hem of her pants before giving them the easiest of tugs and the sound of ripped fabric once again brought a bemused smirk across his features. They were shredded but still on which annoyed him terribly.
He was halted in his actions as she pulled back. He raised a brow to her vicious gaze. “My, my, …Siren,” he purred darkly before her lips attacked him. His eyes closed against her lips when they found his neck, his hand on the back of her head. His teeth were bared to the dark shadows of her room as he growled furiously as the pleasure seeped into his bones when he felt her teeth sank so deep into him. He heard her pulse against his as her tongue licked his neck under those lips of hers.
He took a chunk of her locks and pulled her from his skin, ripping his skin even more. He could feel the blood seep down his chest as he body began to go numb. He snarled inches from her face before throwing her to the side, grabbing the remaining shreds of her pants and ripping them off her. He was on her in an instant, his hands once again in her hair as he pulled her and threw her, she weak power still in his mind, against her wall.
With his body pressed against her in a heartbeat and his hands on either side of her head, Ciel’s lips found her neck again and trailed his hands low to her bare hipbones before his hands cupped that beautiful naked ass of hers and lifted her up and placed her legs naturally around his waist.
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Post by libellule on Jul 27, 2010 2:11:54 GMT -6
Zanen was nothing short of what she wanted. His heart was so tightly wrapped around her, his arms wrapped around it, his weapons around them, and his shadows wrapped around them. The dominance he showed was no doubt ever present but it was not the same near her. It was protectiveness in the purest form and that was easily translated to love.
And when she pressed the buttons of his dominance Danalli loved his reaction. Much like now. That divine low and devious sound vibrated in her ears and threw her sense wild. His hands were electric on the curves and shape of her body. And she could help but shiver under them as the heat of lust shot through her. The darkness in his eyes only fed her desire as hers became so bright with a need that had been clawing at her for hours.
As his fingers gripped her hips so tightly she moved them, unmercifully against him, and when that growl thundered through her she found herself gasping and tilting her head back as his lips met her skin.
What she felt next Danalli would never be able to describe to anyone without shivering in the bliss of remembering his godly touch.
Her eyes fluttered as she tried to focus them on the detail of the ceiling but those teeth that scraped her unbroken, flawless, unclaimed skin made them blur. A heated sigh fell from her lips are her fingers wove themselves in his long hair as if she was bracing herself. A surprised yelp sounded at the touch of his hot tongue and the soft bite. Danalli breathed in staggers as she expected him to pull back but as his teeth bit harder and harder her breath turned into a shuddering ecstasy-ridden cry. With his chest pulled so tightly to her she could only grip his hair tightly as the feeling, the joy, and the bliss surged her veins. Before she could even blink she felt the comforter under her and he, he was still at her neck.
As he pulled away she breathed heavily, captivated by his eyes, not in the least bit afraid of the malicious intent that glimmered in them. She chuckled at his statement, as she turned her head, exposed her bitten neck to his stare as she kissed his wrist, licking it teasingly. “Hmph,” she smiled turning her head back to him, “I can only hope I always will be.” She raised a hand to his cheek as her eyes grew loving. “Because you’ll never not be mine. You’ll never be without me.”
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Post by Willow on Jul 27, 2010 2:13:14 GMT -6
Strong and vicious hands tore at her trousers, shredding them but only managing to leave the strips of the top of them draping down her hips. They weren’t off, and he wasn’t the only one annoyed by that. No, and Asina was annoyed by other things as well. Like how his pants were still on as well, even that his arms were covered by the fabric of his shirt, which she’d very thoroughly shredded the front of to leave his chest bare.
But oh, Goddess above he tasted…. It was amazing. It was toxic, a poison to her system that clawed her up from the inside in the most delicious of ways. An elixir that fired her up and made her body want to writhe and buck against him, making her feel as though she was being ravaged already from the inside out, like her very veins were being violated in wonderful, freeing ways that made her growl like some beast against him. It made her eyes roll back into her skull as she just enjoyed that taste, that feeling of the thick, sweet spice of his blood consumed her.
Then his hand was gripping her hair hard and he was snarling, ripping her away from him with enough force that she could feel his blood dripping down the corner of her mouth. An enraged growl rippled from her throat at being dragged away from her prize, and she snapped at him viciously even as he rid her of the very scraps of cloth she found such a nuisance.
His body ranged over her again, in control and powerful as he grabbed her hair and lifted her, dragging her up and thrusting her hard against the wall. It made her gasp and moan, growl and hiss at him even as her legs lifted and wrapped tightly around his waist while her hands pushed the remainder of his shirt off before slicing up his back and digging her nails into his shoulders, hips grinding roughly, sharply against his.
But there was still fucking CLOTHING between them. Stupid clothing that blocked them.
Her neck arched, giving him all the access he could ever need or want of her pale, smooth flesh. Of her pulse, her blood. A low, throaty laugh rumbled from her as she looked at him with wicked eyes.
“A siren, hm?” she hissed against his ear, her teeth tacking it and her lips and tongue playing it expertly while her hands moved over his chest and arms, feeling all of that strength, all of that power. So destructive. It made her burn, made her ache, made her dig into him never to let go. “And what does that made you, Ciel?” she crooned, his name falling from her lips like a hum, a spell, a plea and a demand. Only his name ever dripped from her lips like that. Only his name came out at once a sigh, a moan, a hiss, a growl, and a snarl. Only his.
Only Ciel.
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Post by Willow on Jul 27, 2010 2:42:48 GMT -6
Violet gaze was entranced as she moved her head to the side and showed him the mark he had left on her, the mark that claimed her as his own. It would remain there for weeks. It would bloom and darken into a bruise, a mark of his possession of her, and it was beautiful. It made him croon. Made him sigh and even let out a small groan of satisfaction as he bowed his head again and nuzzled the afflicted flesh before soothing it with his tongue. It would last for a while, it would remind the both of them that she belonged to him undoubtedly every time they saw it, every time she turned her head and felt the soreness of it she would know what she belonged to he and he alone.
But it wasn’t enough.
A low and possessive growl rumbled in his chest as he scraped his sharpened teeth against her jaw to eat at her mouth ferociously. His face lowered and his mouth moved to a breast while his hands slid over the smooth expanse of her skin, one drifting up her side and over her stomach and the other down her hip to her thigh. One knee nudged her legs apart and his lower hand slid between them and slid back up, playing against the silken flesh, just teasing her. He wanted her shaking and writhing against him, wanted her crying out for him, desperately needing him in ways that only he could satisfy, because he already wanted her much deeper than that. He wanted her as a man did a woman, as a Rave did his cosmic partner, as a demon did his obsession, his possession, his mate.
His lips circled a perky nipple, tongue swirling and teeth nipping, grazing, tugging lightly before he nipped up between her breasts and again to her throat.
When they reached her ear he growled softly. “Let me mark you, Danalli. Claim you. Physically and permanently. Let me scar you, taste you.”
Danalli had some strange power inside of her, something different and something familiar, something that called out to him and something that baffled him all the same. She was powerful in her own right, but she did not have the ability to heal immediately, did not have the power to prevent scarring without going to a healer or caring for the wound very carefully. He could scar her. He could scar her and it would remain on her forever, the demonic way of visual claim. Of permanent visual claim.
He was riding his beast now, his demon, and he would have already done it. Without words.
But she was protected from himself, by his Seal. Protected, and that was what made him stop from the inside. Because it was something they had never approached before. Something that could potentially harm her without her consent, and the power of the Kekenc Seal prevented that.
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Post by libellule on Jul 27, 2010 3:04:39 GMT -6
The warmth of her legs round around him only made his heart beat race. Only made him more aroused and hotter than he had been in a very long time. That wicked temptress. The way she snapped at him, the way her eyes made her look like she was about to kill him… Drove him absolutely insane and as he slide his lips against that open neck of hers a low growl turned into a thunderous roar as he reached her ear.
The sound of the fabric of his pants hitting the floor was faster than his hand. He’d already slipped his boots off in sometime he didn’t care to remember. Their train of thought was on the same track as he held her captive between the wall and his hard, delicious length that pressed so wonderfully against her thigh. “Well let’s see,” he taunted, “That, sugar, would make me a very powerful creature to be able to entice such a being as yourself.”
He wanted to draw her out. He wanted to see her writhing want as she squirmed and begged beneath him. But… That would have to wait for another day. In her gorgeous dark eyes they were begging, craving, ripping, and tearing. And this… this untamed, raging look. He could not deny her. The heat of her body made him bare his teeth at her, his nails dragging thin shallow bloody scratches into her back as he slipped deep within her. He groaned against the delicious folds of skin that welcomed him with such a tight, blissful feeling. He buried his head into the crook of her neck, driving deep into her. His breath came in short grunts as the lust began to rise and his want to taste her so deeply grew more.
She would be his and she would wear it proudly. “No one would ever tame you, no one would ever stop you, or control you. But…” he spoke in his murderously tone at her ear, his eyes dark red, “I own you.” It was a statement that would not be questioned. A spoken truth that would never falter against the strongest of swords.
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Post by libellule on Jul 27, 2010 3:36:28 GMT -6
As she observed him take her in, Danalli’s lip almost trembled from the love that his red-laced eyes ushered to her now bruising mark. She could almost feel her muscle’s tense soreness about it. She was not concerned with the pain, she was more delighted that it was on her. And as he nuzzled it and licked it like he was healing a wound, Danalli brushed her fingertips through his long hair as she kissed his cheek.
But he was far from done…
She swallowed harshly as his teeth grazed her jawbone, her mouth, her… She arched her back as her mind froze and her mouth opened to release such an amazing pleasured sound. She felt that hand drag itself to her thigh and the sound was cut off as her breath caught and the heat within her flourished. She felt her nipples harden as her toes curled.
It was too much… It was too amazing…
Those lips at her nipples and that hand so terribly close to that placed that burned so deeply for him to satisfy it. She trembled as he made his way back up to her neck, her hands fumbled as they blindly tugged and undid his belt. Her soft quiet shriek of surprise answered his heated statement as her hands froze at the waistband of his pants. “Oh,” she moaned at the thought, the gorgeous thought of wearing that mark like a piece of the rarest jewelry. The power she’d feel from being his claimed mate. Knowing that she was the only one he’d ever love again, knowing that she was bonded to him… forever.
“Oh Zanen,” she almost purred, “You should already know that answer. Do you really have to ask?” She nipped at his ear and pulled before letting go. “Please do,” she begged, “I want you to taste all of me… for as long as you desire.”
Her nails raked the flawless marble skin of his back as deep as she could as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She pulled her body incredibly close to his as she tucked her head into the crook of his neck, kissing it softly there, already shuddering for the ecstasy she knew was coming.
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Post by Willow on Jul 27, 2010 3:43:29 GMT -6
It didn’t register that his pants had dropped, not really, just that he was pressed against her, flesh to flesh, his length thick and hard and so hot where it was nudged against her thigh, teasing her, enticing her, making her hungry and angry with the lack of actual mating. “Oh?” she growled impatiently, her snarl soft but venomous. “Are you sure it isn’t just because you taste good?” Her voice was silky and very potent in its own flavor as she licked the dribble of blood off the side of her mouth from earlier.
Then his nails were digging into her back and she was arching against him, pressing her hips to him slightly even while she tried to shift to be able to move the both of them, to get him to where he needed to be. Inside of her. Now. She needed to feel him taking her while she took him in the same sense. The feel of him plunging inside of her, claiming her.
And that was it. That was the difference when it came to Ciel. That difference that if she thought about it too long unnerved and almost scared her. Because Asina was a demon and she was used to that possessiveness. She felt it plenty. Mostly when it came to Ciel, but also when it came to her people and those she called friends. She had that need to claim and possess. To own. But never had she felt the unrelenting need to be claimed, herself.
He was there, though, plunging inside of her before she could register that thought. Fulfilling her need, her want, her plea, her demands. He drove into her, fulfilling her completely, and it made her spill sounds of rampant pleasure from her lips, her throat, her entire body.
A dangerous mouth moved against her ear and his words were somehow binding, somehow infuriating, somehow immensely satisfying. It was a statement she could not refuse, had no desire to, and did not have the mind to deny. But she did give a low growl of pleasure and amusement. “Isn’t that funny, Ciel, that those words could apply from me to you as well?” she hissed as her nailed continued to dig into him, her neck arching and her back bowing to push them closer together, harsher together. Because the words were correct from both sides. From he to her and her to him. It was something she never failed to see clearly.
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Post by Willow on Jul 27, 2010 4:11:10 GMT -6
Sharp nails raked over his bare back and made him growl against the sweetness of her flesh. Of her tender, yielding, bruising flesh that would soon be smeared with the sultry wine of her blood. Zanen groaned, a low and primal sound. He could smell it. Goddess above, he could smell the flow and beat of her blood, so sweet and so potent. He wanted that liquid of life in his mouth, dripping down her chin and sliding down the supple tenderness of her flesh.
Between her breasts… Down her navel and lower…
The hand stroking up her legs went higher. Long and agile fingers slid between the wet and heated folds of her most sensitive, yearning place. He could tell how much she needed him, how much she craved him. It was thrilling and it made his blood rush so fast, so hot, so thick from his head down to more immediate parts of him. The part of him that needed to be inside of her, taking her and celebrating her.
But first. His lips curved into a smirk against the bruise already forming on the bend of her neck and shoulder and his mouth parted again, teeth scraping against the tender, afflicted flesh. His nostrils flared and he could taste the rushing of her blood already, but the image of it wasn’t good enough. Nowhere near good enough.
Then he was against her, one hand between her legs and pushing in deep while the other had skated up her body to grip her hair in a tight and unyielding grip to keep her head turned to the side, her neck exposed and vulnerable to his demonic embrace. His lips pressed to her pulse, then his teeth pressed down lightly, then fully as a growl ripped through him and vibrated against her skin while his mouth worked to mark her deeply and completely. The bite was deep and it was full. The blood welled and poured from the wound and he bit harder still, savaging it, not satisfied until he knew that there would be no healing from this.
The scar she got would be permanent. It would be his mark. She would be claimed as his, as officially as any demon ever could claim their mate.
Another low growl rumbled from his chest more like a roar followed by a groan as the savory tourniquet of her blood flooded his mouth, streamed down her neck, and satisfied his thirst while magnifying his hunger. When he pulled back his tongue pressed against the wound and his lips encircled it, sucking at the blood. Still it bled, but that was good, that was right. It was a deep wound, it would bleed. And it would scar.
Just like that he removed the hand that had been playing between her legs and it had taken her leg at the knee, pushing it up roughly while he released himself from the final restraints of his trousers with the other, pushing them down and peeling his boots off with them with the force a demon could easily master.
And he plunged into her with a manic growl, her name like a prayer for the damned on his lips.
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Post by libellule on Jul 27, 2010 17:29:44 GMT -6
Ciel finally released a moan in her neck as his hands moved to the wall and he slammed her against it as his thrusts deepened. He could feel the plaster crumbling from his grip tightening. He had to get deeper; he had to hear those cries from her. So he dug those fingers into her wall and used it as leverage as his hips bucked against hers.
A hand slid to her hair as he pulled her head back, revealing her already crusted bite mark and her unguarded neck. His eyes swirled to a vibrant red as he watched it, completely entranced. His tongue ran over the dry blood on his lips that had already gone cold. Oh that would not do…
Through the pleasure and his powerful thrusts, her moans and shaky breathes… He closed his eyes against her skin as he was lost in the feeling that drove him so close to his highest perch. She was nothing but amazing for him. His Asina. “Mm,” he purred, “I’m so happy you oblige.”
And with that he pulled them away from the wall. He fell on his back and ran a hand up her bruised neck and up to her hair as his other hand drifted down her blood encrusted white skin, down her breast to her hip, which he gripped tightly, pulling her down. He closed his eyes to breathe before she started to move.
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Post by libellule on Jul 27, 2010 18:04:45 GMT -6
If she thought she knew pleasure, if she thought she knew the true meaning of love, even if she thought she knew what it looked like… none of it mattered, none of it compared to the vivacious, undeniable, beautiful thing she felt when those teeth tore into her.
She writhed underneath him, against his warm strong body, against his hand that held her head in place, and against the unmatched pleasure his other hand. All of this threw her closed eyes in the back of her head as her nails dug wicked crescents into his perfect skin, one that matched the ones of her hands. She could feel his fingertips dance against the folds of her sweet sensitive skin and she shook with bliss as he pushed them deep in her
And as he bit deeper, sucker harder Danalli thought she was going to explode as she felt him growl against her skin. It vibrated down to her core as her moans rose higher than the roar she heard humming against her skin. She shuddered as he pulled his mouth away, she already whimpered for it to come back. The blood had been smeared across her golden skin from his luscious lips that wore it like a prized untamable trophy. The smear reached her collarbone and the underside of her chin as the blood slid down her throat and shoulder so slowly and smoothly like a thin river of red.
“Zanen.” She couldn’t help but breath out his name. With her vision so hazy and her eyes so drunk with need it was the only word, the only thing she could formulate correctly. It was the only thing she wanted.
He had read her mind when she felt him tugged back his pants and pull his boots off. And there… She could barely breathe as she took him in, all of him, humming with just as much want as he had the first time she let him touch her. Her eyes roved over his perfect skin that draped so perfectly over his muscled toned body.
She moaned in chorus with him as he entered her. He filled her and completed her. She could only tighten herself around him, she could only wrap her legs back around his waist as she tilted her head back in the pillows when his hips rose to meet hers.
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Post by Willow on Jul 27, 2010 18:05:33 GMT -6
The moan that vibrated from his mouth against her neck made her respond in an equal sense. Her back arched, her hips met his, and a sound of deep and immense pleasure rolled past her lips in pure feminine ecstasy. Something dusted her shoulders, but she didn’t realize that it was the crumbling of the wall behind her as Ciel, her Ciel, dug his fingers into it to grant him better leverage to drive into her.
She could feel the grip of his hand holding fast in her hair, tilting it to the side and baring her neck. The smooth, clean line of her neck that was decorated with necklaces of bruises from her earlier confrontations with Zanen. Bruises that would have faded and healed already were it not for her lack of power today. His tongue, so hot and slick, ran over the cooled and dried blood over her breast and made her shudder, made her legs tighten into a vice grip around his waist, her hands moving over his shoulders and his arms, reveling in the muscular strength, that power, that ability to drive her absolutely mad with all that he was.
A low and enriched chuckle rumbled from her throat, painted with her lust and her pleasure, with their sex as he pulled them away from the wall and fell back onto the bed so that she was straddling him. She didn’t hesitate, never stopped the motion of their coupling as she moved over him, slender body rolling over his and keeping with the pace he had set with help of the tight grip on her hip. One of his hands still gripped her hair and made her growl softly as she leaned her body agilely over him, stretching it while slamming her hips over his, making sure that he filled her deeply and completely with each thrust.
“Only to you,” she hissed, her head bent and her mouth at the wound she’d made at the bend of his neck, her tongue playing with it and her mouth working over it in greedy kisses and hungry, savage, pleasured sounds. “Because you’re mine.” Her face rose, lips painted with his blood and her tongue running over them to take the taste into her mouth.
Nails gripped his chest as she rose up and stretched up his body, pressing them together as her lips reached his ear. “Say it, Ciel. Say it.” Her eyes were dark and swimming with lust and other, darker things that only creature such as they could share and understand. “Tell me that you’re mine.” A low chuckle escaped her as she pushed back and sat up more, her hips continuing to join them, to push pleasure through their bodies. It pulled those little sounds from past her lips in quick succession. Growls, snarls, moans and gasps as well as other, more feminine sounds of pleasure. The sounds only a woman can make when saturated in the pleasure only a specific person could give her.
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Post by Willow on Jul 27, 2010 19:00:55 GMT -6
There was an urgency that roamed through him, ravaged him from the inside and took hold of his every impulse as he pushed himself into her. Into that sweet, wet, warm, tight embrace that only her body was able to give him. It was a feeling of home, being buried inside of her, and one that he relished in for a few moments, keeping still and as deep inside of her as he could get. Yes, he needed to be inside of her. Needed to be moving, thrusting, pulsing inside of her.
But for now he was going to sink into the feeling of being so deeply connected on her, she so newly marked both by his Seal and his fangs. Now no one could touch her. No one could harm her and no one could so much as look at her without knowing that she was his. His. Or at least they’d know that she was the treasure of a demon, and they would be a fool to challenge that.
“Danalli,” he hissed. “Danalli,” he groaned, he growled. ”Danalli….” He pulled himself out slowly, dragging every inch of him against her before plunging inside of her with that ferocity and need that was tearing at him. Needing to be fulfilled, needing to be satisfied. Needing to fulfill, needing to satisfy. He needed to push all of that into her. Needed to push her to an edge and see her writhing and clawing at him.
Her legs were vice around his waist, feeding his hunger to a boiling point. It made him growl, one hand remaining on her hips as he began to thrust into her with vigor as the other ran up her smooth stomach, between her breasts, painting his fingertips with the blood he had shed. It made his belly clench and the fire in his veins rise to a boiling point to see the beauty of that crimson as he smeared it over her body, as he smeared it over her breasts, thumbs painting it over one nipple and then the other before he bend down and sucked it off, teeth teasing the stiff points.
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