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Post by Moore on Oct 31, 2009 22:49:31 GMT -5
She gave him the way then and there; gave him permission to touch and have her. Maybe she shouldn't have. He felt like a young lad then with the world at his feet and the possibilities being utterly endless. He could feel arousal stirring at the knowledge and he couldn't deny that within him as much as she couldn't deny the feeling of his body hard against her own, or even the fact that she gave him that open space. She wanted this as much as he did. It's that leaves him flooding with passion and aching for her utterly so.
He had pushed her then, or rather, steered her away from the main street and to the nearest alley. He wouldn't take her here harshly though; no, she deserved more than that. She deserved a warm bed under her back with his body smothering her own from above. They didn't have the advantage of that though, nor did Moore seem patient enough to wait; not now with the world given to him by her. His hand lifts then to cup her chin gently; fingertips smoothing against her cheek as he upturns her face to him and presses her forth until her back was nestling tight against the hardness of a prevailing wall. It's flat against her back and his body's drawing close.
She looks so pretty underneath his touch; his hand holding her until her head's lolling against the wall. He's leaving her pinned there - trapped beneath him. She had her choice though. She could flee; scamper off into the night. Or she could give herself to him with the surety that Moore would feast upon her with eagerness and utter need; passion. He's nearly salivating as his face draws close to her own. His mouth nearly brushing her own and his nudging past hers. They'd look like lovers then with his hips nearly tucking close until his mouth's lowering to her ear.
His breath grates against the sense of her ear; rushing out heavily as his freehand lowers to cup against the swell of her hip and pull her against himself more firmly. There's a semblance of obeisance that wolves perform for trust; their maws opened wide to the bared throats of their mates and companions. Would she entrust him with her wellbeing? He could crush her. He could damage her. He could make her weep with the strength of his hand alone. Would she trust him?
His mouth touches upon her throat as he swallows her scent; gulping down with ounces and teasing his tongue over her flesh where her pulse beats underneath. Oh, such lingers like a swift river full of power! That carmine essence beckons to him like a siren to a sailor; a moth to the flame. His mouth falls open to cup against the arch of her neck; his tongue assaulting against her skin and his mouth suckling away until his eyeteeth bear down against the column of her throat.
His senses alight with loose without control.
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Kali Le Fai Myst
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Post by Kali Le Fai Myst on Nov 1, 2009 6:38:59 GMT -5
No, not one being on this morbid planet knows pleasure or love or life or intimacy. Not those who have not shared the passing of blood or flesh to another. The process of draining, as Kali knew, was known to be pleasurable beyond comprehension for both parties. For the victim, the first seconds were supposed to be uncomfortable. But AH. Then sweetness takes over. Life, life, life. Life with love and nothing else.
Her eyes fluttered shut, but her nerves were alive with fiery alert. She would not let her guard down in the presence of a threat. She trusted Julian not to go too far, but as with anything there was always that inch of doubt.
But she wanted it. Desire flooded her veins to the point where Kali felt as if she didn't care. Only that moment was important, the here and now and nothing else. A shiver swirled up and down her spine; she was transfixed, mesmerized. She felt his mouth on her throat and smirked; she hadn't experienced such things since the night she was sired. It was fearless, never ending, a flash of heaven in the very pit of hell.
But, his blood was beginning to call to her. Slowly, she felt her control quiver, adrenaline bursting into her. Kali's breathing became rapid, her pupils dilating. Yes. Hello. Come forward, prince. I'll give you this throne to sit next to me as King. She moved her hands behind his head, drawing him even closer. The line of her jaw tightened as the sudden pain in her neck was a murmur of surprise. It was hard not to cry out, but she knew he might stop then and that wasn't what she wanted. Pulling. Biting. It was all so vague. And yet she'd give him her unbeating heart if only for a taste of this short lived moment. It had been a long time since she'd shared such closeness with anybody, it almost made her want to cry...she'd spent so long in solitude when she could have had this
The pulsating began in her neck, she could feel the blood dripping as the teeth continued to pull. It was oddly arousing, a sensation so strong that it seemed to drag her into its very being. Kali had less and less control over herself as the seconds wore on. She felt as if she were watching them from outside her porcelain skin as he spun away with her.
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Post by Moore on Nov 1, 2009 13:48:33 GMT -5
It had been some time since Moore had last fed, and truth be told, Moore savored such a thing. Except there was reason to fear the motion altogether; hurting others and losing full control of himself seemed be that of the norm. It had happened the first time and nearly every time after that. How many notches were within his belt now for all those he had left near to dying? He couldn't count the women he had fed from nor the times that bestial side of him took over.
Maybe he shouldn't have fed from her but Kali certainly had urged him. Certainly the blame couldn't be laid upon his shoulders only but then; no, Moore should know better. Yet, God! This was bliss; utter euphoria! He could feel his groin ache and the blood rush to his more privy of parts as his hips rut close and grind hard against Kali's own. His hands lower to clutch at her thighs; fingertips biting along the underside to lift her up and against the wall before pinning her firmly with the warmth and heat of his body. His mouth all the while works upon her.
He was feasting upon her without a care; his eyes fluttering open and shut with every passing moment. Hunger was an understatement for Moore. He drank from her ravenously and without thought of what may happen to her. At least not yet; not now. He was simply living then within the now of the moment and considered nothing else. Why would he? Untethered pleasure and passion allowed him then and there; a freedom willingly given by Kali.
Not a word was given. Not an ounce of comfort as his maw closed tight upon her throat and the soft flesh of her neck was crushing; battered by the onslaught of his tongue lapping away and his throat working every bit of her ambrosia within him. Oh, he did not do this often and that showed with the way he desperately fed from her and the arousal she could no doubt feel coming off of him whenever he brushes close; his chest crushing her breasts and his hips tucking tight and close. He felt wild and free; clean, even. Oh, such a thing felt like bliss. Still, there was the dawn of realization that he was draining her of life despite his body wanting more, more, more.
He longed to tear at her clothing and bare her flesh to his questing eyes then and there. He wanted to clutch at her bare stomach and lower his mouth to tear her open. Oh, that bestial side of him ached to loose her steaming offal to the air like a wolf would have a hare. Yet, he couldn't; not her. He couldn't harm her. He had to will himself to stop lest he grow addicted to that intoxicating nectar of hers and beckon her to his den to mount and claim. It's then his mouth parts from the arch of her neck albeit reluctantly; his lips wet with her blood and his nostrils drinking in the scent of her essence. His hands were still clutching her thighs; pulling her against his faintly quaking form as he swallows and runs his tongue across his lower lip. He lifts one hand to cup under her chin until his face was drawing near her own so he may stare down upon her features; his eyes searching her own as his breath rushes out of his open mouth.
She looked nearly far gone as he must have looked, or so Moore thinks; his mind reeling and heady. He could barely concentrate with the smell of her as his eyes flit away time and again to the open gash he left upon the arch of her neck. He swallows reflexively; taking the dregs of her blood from the back of his throat. He wanted more and there's no doubt she could feel that with his body so close to hers. He aches and groans with frustration as his rough cheek brushes against her own and his breath grates against her ear; oh, to any passerby they would have looked like lovers finding joy and exhilaration from public coupling, but that was far from the truth, or was it?
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Post by Kali Le Fai Myst on Nov 1, 2009 14:37:11 GMT -5
A shameless, teasing smile was what graced Kali's lips as she felt Julian pull away from her neck. She had given up playing the innocent maiden a long time ago. Blame it on her upraising. Blame it on what she was. She was never part of the elite, never one who was fitted tightly in dapper dresses and slick-shined perfume on her wrists and neck. She wasn't the kind to pull gloves over her fingers to meet other, wealthy proud women for tea and talking about flowers. No. That was not Kali's world. That was not and would never be Kali's world. She wore leather and rode motorcycles, she sat around in bars with lots of drink in the hope that a brawl would take place...she was so far from any monumental figure who could overcome all of her travesties and morph into the golden girl everybody wanted. Kali was not destined to save cities or rescue the unfortunate. She did not boast. She did not pretend. And she certainly never did anything against her own will.
The child inside her longed for adventure and excitement; the woman wanted romance and companionship. The Vampires wanted both. Hell, she wanted just about everything. She 'lived' and breathed for moments like this one...where her mind was concentrated solely on one thing as opposed to a thousand others. And the sensations!...
She matched Julian's gaze for a little while; wondering what was hidden behind those eyes of his. But eventually the strain of the gash on her neck took hold of her, she could already feel it starting to heal, but knew that such a wound would probably take a few hours to completely close over. It didn't hurt though; not really. Sure, in felt odd - and the fact that she could smell the blood was playing havoc with her Vampiric senses...but Kali was fine. She let her head drop onto his shoulder, smiling to herself and breathing in wards before pulling herself back up a few moments later to once again match her companions gaze.
Her hands were still wrapped around the back of his neck; she did not remove them. The closeness was comforting on so many levels and she did not want this to end. Feeling the heat emanating from Julian - especially in one particular place - Kali glanced at the entrance of the alleyway. She had totally forgotten that they weren't the only two people around. Anyone who saw must have thought it a very interesting sight indeed. Not that she really cared. The moment would have been totally ruined if they had bothered to go somewhere else. But what was next?
Moving her right hand, she touched the wound on her neck, before muttering to herself more than anyone else. "Hmm. That's healing well enough.."
Next, turning her attention to Julian with a sultry smile she spoke again. "You certainly know what you're doing,"
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Post by Moore on Nov 5, 2009 14:06:56 GMT -5
Every part of Moore burned with frustration. He wanted to very well feast upon Kali within every sense of the word but his mind wrestled with that simply for the fact that he didn't wish to hurt her, nor did he want to deal with Tarquin's disapproving gaze. Still, Moore found that he liked Kali; attractive, smart and seemingly genuine. She was everything a man would want within a companion. Mayhap that's what he needed within this wild world?
Tarquin was a magnificent friend thus far but there were only so many things a man could earn from such a thing. There were much more that he could earn from a woman though; especially one as her. She gave herself to him and Moore had struggled not to take everything when he could have. She trusted him and mayhap that's the reason why he didn't tear at her with ferocity and need. Instead he had settled with lapping hard at her throat; taking what little of her flesh he could and sating himself with the scent and taste fo her blood. Oh, so wolfish; Moore, that's what he was.
Moore was partly sure that he could have kept watching Kali then; eying her quietly with a tip of his face that was all wolfish within motion. He still looked bestial with passion alight within his eyes and mouth having fallen open. His breath rushes out and the scent of her was there along with the heat; oh, that lovely heat that's pooling elsewhere. She'd feel him then as he presses close and tight; crushing her against the wall with his hands splayed upon her sides. It's then his mind made note of her hands upon him; that soft touch upon the back of his neck as his face brushes close and brow bumps her own briefly. One could argue that he felt lethargic then; much like a man after coupling.
This was nearly far better than that though; nearly, that's the key word. He wouldn't give up a woman's warm body for anything else, mind you. If they had been elsewhere? Maybe such a thing would have occured although part of Moore argued that she would have stopped him; placing her dainty hand upon his hard chest as his muscled-abdomen would force her flat stomach to dip when he presses close; bearing down upon her without shame. Oh, yes, Moore was no stranger to passion such as this but this truly was the first time Moore had wrestled himself from dipping into that otherside of him completely; refusing to give complete control to that being.
"Do I?" He asks of her; his voice thick and husky. His face tips to brush his grizzled-stubble cheek against her soft one. He drinks her in all too eagerly and sighs out shakily. His mind ran then. What would Tarquin think? He wasn't sure where the two stood with one another. Some men could be terratorial as well; much like Julian, quite honestly. As far as Julian knew he'd defend her from then on; protect her as he would his own flesh and blood. It was that wolfish part of him and the part of him that had been apart of him since childhood alongside his sister.
"We should move," Julian says but doesn't motion away as his face tips back to brush his nose against her cheek and his brow nestling against her own again; his eyes fluttering shut. He lowers a hand to gently cup against the arch of her neck; his thumb stroking close to her wound yet not so.
She feels warm under him then; yet, that couldn't be argued. At least not after what they had both gone through. He still felt that childish excitement under the surface of his flesh though from earlier and now he felt need and lust rising up hard. It was more than evident to her, and something that Moore doesn't bother hiding as his eyes flutter open to meet her gaze evenly; his mouth twisting somewhat toward a smile.
"You've no shame," he says to her playfully; teasing her somewhat.
He's smiling then and those pretty blue eyes are warm with amusement.
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Post by Kali Le Fai Myst on Nov 5, 2009 14:37:37 GMT -5
Kali watched with curiosity as Julian's expression seemed to change; there was clearly something troubling him. But she couldn't imagine what it was. As the seconds ticked by something hit her, something that she really should have delved into before this whole thing - marvelous as it was - had begun. Perhaps he had some poor woman waiting at home? It was logical wasn't it, he was a handsome guy...smart, kind...it was rare for these types to be unclaimed by another.
But surely if he was he wouldn't have allowed any of this to happen? Kali inwardly cursed herself; she was probably over-analyzing things and yet the guilt coursed through her. As for her? She had no man to answer to, she hadn't done for a long time; not since that fling with AJ. Her more personal interactions following that were short and unmemorable. Guys had a tendency to use her and then cast her aside. It was probably why she had become such an independent person.
The awkwardness dissipated though; she did not want to ruin everything with her complexities. And besides, what kind of fool would be able to ignore the way Julian was looking at her!? ...Perhaps it was the Wolf within him, the primal side; but he was absolutely striking. Even in the darkness he seemed to have a level of aestheticism that Kali could never acquire. It made her want to blush like a school girl; he was on a roll and he didn't even know it.
Kali reasoned that her usual bad luck - for she had much of it - should have kicked in by now. Perhaps her sire would come strolling round the corner, or that accursed vampire Mal who had so often tried to kill her purely because of her family name. It could have been anyone really, specifics didn't matter. She was just incredibly surprised that nobody had walked in and made the whole situation awkward, oh..and probably embarrassing too. If, that is, Kali was even able to feel such a thing anymore.
She didn't bother to reply when Julian spoke about moving, only rested her head against his own, breathing a sigh of...
Contentment?
No, it couldn't have been that - she still felt as though something was missing. But it was certainly close.
One thing she had observed however, was that the sexual tension was definitely rising; in both herself and Julian. Once again he made a comment about having no shame and Kali could only snigger quietly, he was hardly one to talk. Jokingly, she replied with a heartfelt; "Says the man who has me pinned against the wall,"
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Post by Moore on Nov 22, 2009 13:13:57 GMT -5
They truly should move. There was no good going to come from this being so close together; breath mingling and their heat so tightly wound together. Still, his mind lingered on other things entirely. How would she feel under him? Would she blush when undressing? Or would she find such a thing exhilarating with his hands tearing her clothes? Would she shudder at his touch or ache and plead for more if he were to lay between her thighs...?
It had been far too long since Moore had indulged in the flesh with a woman. It's surprising to say the least though because by all means Moore wasn't an unattractive being and he did have a charming way about him. Still, he wasn't going out of his way to be laid; dragging women back to his den. His mind flits briefly over the woman he had shared a life with - his ex-wife; the woman he could have said he cared for and the woman who carried a child that would have been his. That was a long time ago though and there were no threats of tears when thinking of her; he had already shed them long ago and had no more to give.
He was here now though with Kali; such a pretty young woman who seemed as eager as he was to find somewhere warm for the night, or so Moore thinks. Maybe he's getting ahead of himself but then who could blame a man who had been neglected for so long? There are things a woman could do to please a man and only a woman could do. He felt content simply being by her; almost the same way he felt when Tarquin and him talked that night. It's almost the feeling of being wanted; genuinely wanted there. You couldn't buy such a thing.
His hand lifts then to cup her cheek; his thumb slick somewhat with her blood. He might have kissed her then but who knew what might have happened? They should move and linger any longer than they should and any semblance of passion beyond what they shared would no doubt land them naked - or at least Moore - with him atop her. Ah, but that's a thought and not reality. Still, that thumb slick with her essence touches upon her mouth gently; half-expecting her to draw such with her tongue. His blood runs high again and his hips press closer until he's breaking with laughter at her uttered words. Silly woman.
His mouth draws near to her ear then with his breath rushing out and grating against her sense; she smells good to him. She feels good to him. "I've yet to hear you complain, sweetheart," he breathes out simply; that term of endearment that had been uttered after they had both knocked down their would-be attackers. "Can you still walk?" He asks of her half out of curiosity and half out of amusement; teasing her as his hips pin her once more - pressing hard briefly before loosing and pulling back a slight. He lowers one hand to clasp her thigh lest she drop too quickly and hurt herself; ultimately embarrassing herself, which Moore didn't want. His freehand lifts from her cheek to touch upon her shoulder gently; touching upon the fabric of what she wore. Had they made a mess of things? That could very well be a possibility.
"You're not going to run off when I let you go, are you?" He asks of her playfully soon after; a smile teasing across that mouth of his that matches the mirth within his eyes.
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Post by Kali Le Fai Myst on Nov 23, 2009 10:57:13 GMT -5
Kali delighted in his response; "Well, I just happen to be a very accommodating woman, whom you just happened to come across,"
When Julian moved to let her down she gasped quietly, falling against his chest delicately as her hands held his shoulders for support whilst her feet found the floor. Her limbs ached a little from the position, but other than that she was fine. Glancing at herself, she tugged at the hem of her dress; realizing that perhaps it had gotten bunched up above her knees where it should have rested.. Although this (or a pair of jeans) was her usual choice she was quite unused to being so active with it on. Heeled, knee-high boots and her favorite leather jacket were staples in her wardrobe, always perfectly coinciding with her choice of attire...but generally she avoided doing frivolous things (Like the fighting or what had happened with Julian) in a dress. It wasn't particularly modest-looking, and although Kali didn't care so much about that she did care about being mistaken for some kind of hooker. She was far from that.
Her stride was liquid, impossibly fluid, and shockingly graceful. Never a foot (if she had her way) was placed wrong. Except of course, for when she fell.
And, unlike a lot of her vampiric brethren, she did fall.
Hard
So hard in fact, that Kali had a tendency to be completely blinded by her feelings. For her kind of falling was never a tumble, a trip, or stutter in her step.
No, because a lapse in judgment of the heart is by far more dangerous. Not that she was fooled easily, mind you. Perhaps just a tad easily mislead.
There was a kind of distance between their bodies once again; a frustrated Kali vented her annoyance at this by running a hand through her hair as she listened to her companion speak. No, she wouldn't run away. How could she? The way she looked at him expressed what she secretly hoped would happen next; but she would never voice such things. She wouldn't make a move in the risk of being rejected; such embarrassment was more than she could bare. And at any rate, there in the alleyway was not exactly her idea of a comfortable venue.
"I can't exactly run in these heels," She smiled. "And I don't believe I would try anyway,"
A sort of comfort rolled off her in waves, mingling well with her newly found confidence and almost graceless manner. She wasn't a trophy by conventional judgment, but there was definitely something to be said about the complete picture Kali made at that moment.
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