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Re: The Sleep of Sirens or the Draw of the Beast
DIR By: Slick
Date: April 17, 2026, 8:27 pm
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[center][I] You shouldn’t. A mistake? Yes. [/I] Admissions to
the elicit nature of their meet up. It only made him grin,
winking at her, those hazel eyes blazing with such an alluring
glare in the glimpses of light. There was no fang in that grin,
just the glint of gold. And then Butch was kissing on her neck
again, going from the nape and curve to her clavicle, and then
her pulse. He’d suckle there, but she would not feel any sharp
points. If she was afraid of him drinking, he was teasing with
the threat of it. He trailed a string of kisses to her ear and
whispered.
“Makes it that much sweeter, don’t it? Breaking’ the rules.
Goin’ against what yer told. You like bein’ bad, Darlin?” he
asked as her hand found his cock. He leaned up, adjusting his
hips to give her a better grip while he looked down the length
of her body, watching his own hand stroke her clit and watching
her body’s reaction.
His hand moved over her mound, across her inner thighs,
spreading that wetness that dripped out of her, before returning
to her cunt and pressing firm, stroking small, quick circles
over her clit. It had been a rhetorical question, but he was
waiting on the answer. At some point, he slipped between her
thighs, splaying them on either side of his own as he sat on his
knees. His cock jutted out for her, easier to grab pointing up
her body, while his own hand was below, curling his fingers into
her and making a come hither motion. His other hand slid up to
cup and fondle her breast, biting his lip as he held her gaze.
“You got me for an hour, Darlin’. An hour to be as bad as you
want. Cause we won’t see each other again…. Right?”
His hand came off her breast, the other withdrawing wet fingers
as he leaned back from her. The length of him bobbed in the air,
almost beckoning her. To suck him, to ride him, whatever
overtook her first.
“So we gotta make it count.”[/center]
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Re: The Sleep of Sirens or the Draw of the Beast
DIR By: Cherie
Date: April 17, 2026, 8:47 pm
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-Her body would crave for him for as long as she breathed. That
was the most harrowing part of this. She would burn into her
memory the way his lips felt on her. The way it skin rise in
tiny little goosebumps. Her other hand tangled in his hair,
holding his head to her for as long as she could. He could so
easily over power her and that was something that also turned
her on. That compared to him she was frail, something that could
be easily broken by the sheer force of him. The regret she had
was that she couldn’t fuck him at his full strength. It would be
the perfect way to go.
He moved to give her a better position, she brought moved her
hand way but only for a moment. The hand he had on her sex, she
moved for a second and she slid her palm up and down her own
cunt purring as she did. Taking the wetness from her pussy she
wrapped her hand around his cock again to lube the stroking.-
“I like being bad for you.” -she leaned up and captured his lips
briefly, her body was burning hot. Her heart was about to pound
out of her chest. Every inch of him had the feeling of being
close to Heaven. His skin was smooth and somewhat rough. His
cock felt like steel wrapped in velvet in her hand.
Hips rising to meet his fingers, she couldn’t help but moan out
in pleasure. How would anyone please her like this again? Butch
seemed like a pleaser to her. Like he enjoyed causing the
pleasure. Though the disappointment of knowing they could only
please each other for an hour was palpable. –
“I’ll make it count.” -she whispered out before she started to
take control. Pushing up from the bed she moved a little so she
could lightly push him on his back. Her leg was thrown over so
she was straddling him but down by his thighs.
Leaning over allowing her long silken hair to brush against his
skin, her lips met his while two hands were on the side of his
face holding him there for a moment. Kissing small trails down
his cheek and jawline. Her tongue flicking like a serpent on his
chin. Moving down his neck, but she’d give his skin a quick
playful nip right over his jugular. Her breasts were at this
point touching his lower chest as she started to slide down his
body, kissing and letting him feel her tits rubbing against his
skin.
Teeth playfully nipped at his hip lines, his cock was now
pressed between her breasts, she moved them a little with his
cock between them, a slight titty tease. Finally her lips kissed
the tip of his cock, she then kissed down to the base of his
shaft. Flattening her tongue she gave it one long slow lick
upwards. When she reached the tip, her tongue was replaced by
her mouth slowly engulfing him.-
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Re: The Sleep of Sirens or the Draw of the Beast
DIR By: Slick
Date: April 17, 2026, 9:20 pm
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[center]Maya was prey. She was fragile underneath his touch, and
perhaps more discerning of all was that he did not need to lord
such facts over her. It simply seemed to be with him, a default.
The Apex predator. The apex of her lust. He would have her, and
she’d thank him for it.
She was so very bad, and aimed to prove it what she said. The
feel of her hand slick with her own juices brought a thrill up
his spine, and that length to grow harder in her grasp. Just for
her, like she was being bad just for him. Would he feel bad
ruining her for other men? No. He took pride in it. She was
right, he was a pleasure. He wanted to give her as much as she
could handle. To break her with it, even. The power it gave him
over her quelled something in his beast that it shouldn’t. But
it did. And it felt good to watch her body respond to every
pluck of his finger, every touch of his lips. He recalled how
she climaxed for him and he strived to outdo himself this time.
Why? Because he shouldn’t. Because he could. Because she was
pretty when she moaned his name and lost control of her perfect
body.
“I know you will,” he said assuredly, watching her as she
raised up and allowed himself to be pushed back into the bed. He
got himself comfortable, spreading out, watching as she came
upon him. His lips molded to her own, kissing hungrily while he
roamed his hands along her body, along her legs and hips and
back, but not directing her, watching her. Wanting to see what
decisions she made, not what he urged her to do. He might have
instilled that desire in her, natural or not, but he was not the
conductor of it. Not in that moment. He wouldn’t take control
until he wanted.
She didn’t disappoint. The tip jerked against her lips in that
kiss, and she could almost feel a heartbeat thrumming along that
column of flesh. Butch smelled like expensive cologne and musk.
It was a scent of her own desire, whatever she craved from him,
her olfactory receptors were receiving it. A cruel, seductive
trick. And his taste was much the same. Clean, salty. The warmth
of her mouth burned hot around his warmed flesh, strained in
arousal. Every flick of her tongue, suckle of those sweet lips
of hers drew a sound from him. Small grunts, heavy breaths. And
the drip of his own arousal to baste her tongue. His fingers
curled in her hair, gently, holding her but not directing her.
He took a leash, but she was free to do as she wished with his
cock in her mouth. But he was not silent.
“Look at me. I want to see those pretty eyes, bad girl.
Otherwise you might as well sit on my face, give me somethin’ to
do…”
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Re: The Sleep of Sirens or the Draw of the Beast
DIR By: Cherie
Date: April 17, 2026, 9:53 pm
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-Maya could easily obey his wants while she did what she wanted
to him. He offered himself up to her and she was going to take
every advantage she could. She wanted to know what every part of
him tasted him like so she could commit it to memory. As much as
she told herself this was the last time, a part of her had a
feeling it wouldn’t be. But in case it was their last time, she
would make it worth it for him.
Her hot wet mouth moved down along his shaft, she could take him
down in her throat. Just not all the way as he wouldn’t fit. She
lifted her mouth off of him and smiled up at him. Her lips wet
with saliva stringing from the top of his cock to her precious
bottom lip, before her tongue came out and broke the string. Her
eyes were mischievous, and there was a glint in them. The way
the dim light made them gleam.
If he wanted eye contact she would give it to him. Her hand
moved to his cock and she positioned herself so that her ass was
way in the air and her head was still in his groin. She brought
his cock over her lips, her eyes stayed trained on him. Her lids
were heavy as she was looking at him with nothing but lust. She
took the tip of his cock and slowly started to run it over her
lips as if she was applying lipstick, her tongue coming out to
swirl his tip every few passes.
Her satin lips kissed over his head. Once again she laid her
tongue on his cock, but this time looking at him. Swiping slowly
upwards like she was licking a melting popsicle. This was the
eye contact he asked for her. If she took a moment to blink it
was a long slow blink. She was smitten by him, and it wasn’t
just lust in her eyes for him. There was a sparkle of something
different.
The thought of sitting on his face was entirely tempting, but
that could come later. Now, she wanted to be the one to show him
pleasure, to make his body her place of worship. She wanted him
to be the temple in which laid herself bare to. Maya wanted him
to see all of her. Not just her naked body, but strip away from
her and look at her naked soul.
Her mouth quickly enveloped him, her eyes keeping contact with
his as her head bobbed up and down his cock with a slight
gagging noise. It didn’t seem to slow her down. She would change
pace, going face to going slow. Water filled her eyes as she
took him fully and deeply into her mouth and down her throat.
Her tongue was pressed against his cock, it was so she made her
mouth tighter for him. She wanted to give him a moment to
hopefully remember her by-
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Re: The Sleep of Sirens or the Draw of the Beast
DIR By: Slick
Date: April 18, 2026, 9:18 am
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[center]Perhaps it was “just one more time”. Perhaps not. He had
a feeling that this rendezvous would draw Roman out personally.
And Butch was very bad at doing what he was told, especially if
it was given as a warning. But these were fleeting thoughts,
future matters that needn’t be focused on. The corruption of the
little minx between his legs was much more pressing.
Toned, scarred legs spread for her, giving her more room to work
while he let go of her hair, arms stretching out behind him,
clasping hands behind his head to watch her, watching that sweet
young thing claim her inner vixen. The lewd string of saliva
followed to her kissable bottom lip, a sexiness to the mess. She
could feel his gaze on her back and ass on display, but her eyes
drew him back, and he was leaning up on elbows while she drew
the tip of him across her lips like a deviant gloss. A low sound
came from him, rumbling in his chest. The turgid crown swelled
for her, an offering of his arousal leaking from the tip that
she could apply, sweet and coppery. Every slow, taunting sweep
of that skilled tongue would bring more forth.
His tongue ran over his lips while he held that intense gaze of
hers, heavy lidded and swimming in lust. Lust and devotion.
Maybe it could be called something else, but that’s what Butch
would claim it to be. In that moment, she was devoted to him.
And he based in her worship. And such voracious worship it was
as she stripped herself to the soul, letting her inner most
desires for him rise to the surface. it was almost enough to
make him drunk with power, if he wasn’t already.
It had been a while since he’d taken a lover, a mortal one at
that. By the second century, people stopped being friends and
lovers, and everyone became a piece on the chess board. Not
always pawns, but most. To set aside the Jyhad, to give into
desire that did not involve blood or vengeance, was a needed
reprieve. Just as she was being bad, he was too. It felt good to
be bad. And she made being bad look so very tempting.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered, though she could practically
hear it in her head.
His hands were in her hair again, stroking, pulling, gathering
it away from her face, holding it in a loose ponytail. The other
hand was stroking her cheeks, rubbing the back of her neck,
cupping her throat to feel him enter there. Not forcing, not
guiding. Encouraging. This was her moment, her hour. He could
dictate how every second of their time together was spent, but
with his passionate grip on her libido, he was curious to see
how see acted, not reacted. Would she bask there until he
spilled for her? Would she tease him to the edge and then mount
him like a cowgirl? Or would she hand the reigns to him, to
plead to him so sweetly to ruin her?
He saw all those possibilities in her eyes as she took him
nearly to the root, and he bit his lip, moaning just for her. A
look of pride in those hazel orbs, shining a haunting shade of
green. For the first time, his hand in her hair grew taut and he
drew her up from his cock, leaning up to kiss her passionately,
his other hand cupping her breast, pinching her nipple cruelly
before giving a soothing caress. His tongue swiped over her lips
playfully, before kissing her again and delving his tongue in to
caress her own. Then he released her, that leash of her hair
still in his grasp but loose again, giving her some semblance of
freedom.
“You’re so beautiful, Maya,” he husked, snaking his hand
between her thighs once more, wanting to sink his fingers back
into that wetness again. “And a wicked little harlot.”[/center]
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