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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
DIR By: Samantha
Date: April 6, 2013, 7:21 pm
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His growl was music to her ears, making it evident that he
disagreed with her comment about dragons and half-breeds. Lips
smiled into the kiss, legs obediently wrapping around the man's
waist as he stood up and moved both of their bodies over to the
bed. Blonde hair spilled out across the bed in elegant waves,
her arms and legs lifting her body up to his as they kissed. His
calloused touch the soft skin of her toned stomach, making a
beautiful contradiction that sent her body off in miniature
quakes. His touch felt good; rough and fervent yet gentle and
soft. Mari liked it, wanted it to never end. But all good things
come to an end as his hands moved to rest on her hips. The woman
had half the mind to not allow his tongue entrance into her
mouth, but it was oh so persuasive. Her lips parted just so, and
once his tongue entered her territory her teeth gently clasped
onto it, nipping it softly before she let it go and allowed hers
to twirl along with his. As Alistair's rough hands glided along
her thighs, the muscles beneath the skin tightened, tense with
anticipation of what was to come later.
Mari's fingers trailed back up, caressing the back of his neck
and tugging the hair there roughly. When his lips pulled away
she couldn't help but to feel a bit disappointed, her lungs
gasping for air though. She pulled back slowly as he caught her
bottom lip, freeing it from his grasp. "I'm sure this isn't
completely detrimental to your health." Her lips pressed back
against his just the same, a light giggle bubbling out onto his
lips. His tongue barely touched her lips, teasingly so that the
woman found herself narrowing her eyes, lunging forward late and
capturing his lip with her teeth instead. She did to him what he
to her, nibbling, tugging, and sucking. Another giggle tickled
his lips when he spoke, her eyes rolling playfully and her nose
brushing back against, forehead leaning against his as well.
Mari's fingers threaded through Alistair's hair, tugging softly
every so often as she just admired him; pressing her lips to his
as if to remember how they felt, running her fingers through his
hair and over his chiseled face as if to chart each curve and
contour. If she was his, he was hers; she would be sure to chart
everything about him.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
DIR By: Demonreach
Date: April 13, 2013, 12:48 am
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His throat made soft noises of pleasure as her fingers entangled
themselves in his hair, at the rough tugs and at the soft ones;
groaning into the kiss as her teeth found his tongue; as her
teeth moved forward to capture his teasing tongue only to catch
his lower lip, and relished the attention given to the soft
flesh. His fingers continued to moved up her body, past her
thighs, and over her stomach once again. But they continued
upward, dragging the new dress upward with the hands, eventually
exposing the breasts, leaving that material above them as his
hands cupped the soft, perky flesh, his thumbs moving over the
hard points of said breasts, circling the nipples slowly as he
returned her kiss a final time. While her body felt more than
willing, he wasn't entirely sure about her mindset about the
whole thing, granted she might've stopped him should she become
too uncomfortable. Why the thought had entered his mind, why it
made him hesitate, he couldn't say. Perhaps she was the one
innocent thing he didn't want to corrupt, which was close to the
truth, but a truth made up of lies.
With their foreheads touching, he allowed himself to meet her
gaze, a soft smile spreading across his face as he stared at
her; his thumbs continuing their slow circles around her
nipples, though at a slightly faster pace. His teeth grazed
along her cheek then her jawline before moving down to the curve
of her neck, where the bites became rougher, harder; drawing a
faint trickle of blood with each bite: blood that his tongue
quickly lapped up; the punctured flesh being covered by his
mouth, capturing the red liquid within his maw, groaning
throatily at the metallic taste as it touched his taste-buds.
His tongue would move over the marred flesh once again, the
saliva sealing the wounds, though there would be small scabs
formed there by the end of the night and would leave faint
scars. His tongue tingled with magic, the magic mixing in with
the saliva to create the small healing properties. Dracierous
felt satisfied with the fact he saw the goosebumps break out
against her skin from the magic as it tickled her flesh. His
chuckle released his hot breath against her skin, bathing the
soft skin in its heat slowly. "Perhaps not, but you've made me
very... hungry." His silvery-blue eyes found hers, a hunger
forged from need and desire burning in them, causing the eyes to
almost glow with that fire itself.
His body pressed itself closer against hers, his hands
abandoning her breasts to allow himself to lean on the forearms
as the arms moved to either side of her head, fingers idly
playing with the soft strands of golden hair that was splayed
across the bed; his own hair mixing with hers, tickling the
sides of her face gently, enshrouding both of their faces as his
lips met hers once again in a fierce dance; his own blood
turning hot as he felt the hard nipples against his chest
despite his shirt making the sensation less than what it would
be. But that didn't matter. Not anymore. He had Mariposa in his
arms, beneath him. The half-breed would corrupt this woman to
the best of his ability, but he would keep her, unlike so many
he had tossed aside like so much trash. "My butterfly..." He
murmured against her lips, enjoying the way the two pairs molded
against each other. His fingers would, eventually, learn every
bump, hill, and valley of her body; would learn the way her
muscles reacted at his touch. As he felt her fingers touching
his face, his teeth nipped and kissed along the side of one
wrist, sucking at the lightly marred skin; his lips could feel
her pulse and his own slowly started to match it. His teeth made
their way down her arm, along her shoulder, up her neck and
along her jawline once again so that his lips could finally meet
hers once more.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
DIR By: Scout
Date: July 8, 2013, 11:16 pm
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Each and every noise Alistair made elicited an equally loud and
passionate noise from Mariposa. Her mind was muddied - clouded
with lust. It was evident that the two had a physical attraction
to one another, but was that all this was? She noticed Alistair
staring at her before as if she were a piece of meat, and for a
second Mari was doubting her choice to have even gone this far
with him, and she was slowly and hesitantly beginning to pull
away from him. The only thing that kept her going was the
feeling of his hands running up her body, leaving her skin
itching for more. And soon his hands reached their desired
destination, cupping her breasts with all the care in the world.
Not only then, but each of his touches were feather light
caresses, and he treated her body with the utmost respect. It
was then, when he reached for her breasts that she actually felt
his hunger and need for this as it was passed from him to her
like a thought or idea. And that touch and feeling fueled her,
drove her hands to curl tightly in his hair, releasing only
seconds after, telling him she felt it - she wanted it.
After uncurling her fingers ran through his silver tresses, over
his strong shoulders and back again, heading to cup his face
this time in an attempt to pull him as close as possible. She
only stayed like that for several moments before she pulled
completely away, clouded blue eyes searching for his eagerly
only to feel his mouth pressed against her neck. The kisses soon
turned into bites, and at the first bite she drew in a breath,
releasing it slowly as the bites grew harder and she leaned her
head back to expose more of her skin for him to give attention
to. It was when he groaned that Mari noticed just how deep he
was biting, but she did nothing to stop it as it felt amazing.
“I can see that,” She purred, hands moving into his hair to pull
him away far enough for her to look at him. “It felt like you
were going to eat me.” A brow raised seductively, and she leaned
in close to his face, lips brushing the lobe of his ear. “Are
you going to eat me, my beast?” An almost innocent look crossed
over her features, and she could feel herself biting her lower
lip the best she could to make it seem somewhat appealing - to
show him just what he was getting. It was never once like her to
flaunt her assets to any man, but Alistair wasn’t just a man, he
was also part dragon.
His eyes seemed to be forged by fire, but they were extinguished
by the bright blue pools of water on Mari’s face. They were
complete opposites, yet they fit together so well; and she
realized that this was more than just the desire to lay with
her. What they were doing was so personal and intimate, and sure
Alistair had done it many other times with many other women,
Mari felt as though this time was different. And each of her
thoughts were confirmed when he called her his butterfly. It was
something so simple and trivial, yet it made her heart beat
faster, and she could bet that if she were standing her legs
would be jelly. His lips pressed against hers, but with a new
meaning this time, and she kissed him right back, the fingers of
a hand moving to curl in the hair at the base of his neck. With
that last final kiss, after all the touching, nipping, biting,
tugging, she fully gave herself to him. A being with which he
could hold, kiss, protect, nurture, and have his way with.
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