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Subject: ∙.∙. where can you see lions? .∙.∙

Author: Marrok

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:32:50 09/01/04 Wed In reply to: Isis 's message, ".|wicked blood|." on 21:59:54 08/30/04 Mon *stripping free of his clothing - simply for the sake of it - he come sup behind her, nibbling at her ear, and speaking in a husky lust filled voice* All I want right now is you... *his boner was pressed against her inner thigh, tempting and taunting. Grasping her shoulders, he turned her around with force, now face to face. He looked into her eyes for a moment before kissing her forcefully and pushing her against the smooth, cool wall. Hands wandering, massaging her breasts, her clit, anything they could get on, they worked hard and fast. In a moment, he slid into her gently, almost tenderly, which was out of character at the moment. Hips beginning to move with her rhythm, he ran his hands over her sweat slicked body. kissing her neck, lips, ears...everything* [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ]

Date Posted: 17:20:15 09/02/04 Thu Isis felt him move away from her, but before she could fully respond, he was back. Of course, now he had no clothing on, that one simple fact cauing her to moan louder as her finger continued its delicious work. The nibbling at her ear caused a small shudder to run through her, the feeling of his desire against her inner thigh making her breath catch. This was a woman who loved to be wanted, and the knowledge that this male wanted her so much was a little heady. Having heard his words, a small smile tugged at her lips. He wanted her, she wanted him, could it get much more perfect? Her thoughts were interrupted though, her hand leaving the area between her thighs as the male spun her about a bit roughly. Green orbs gazed into amber, petal soft lips parting with the odd feeling that ran through her. Like a linking, but that wasn't something she often did. How odd. She didn't ponder on it long though, for all too soon he was pushing her against the wall and kissing her like there was no tomorrow. His ever traveling hands made her tremble for him, the desire and lust near to overwhelming. She was whimper in her throat now, a soft begging and pleading for him to keep going. And go he did, for she hardly missed him sliding inside of her, deep into the warm wet depths of her inner being. When he moved, it was like a little sparkle of explosions shattering inside of her. Soft cry passed her lips, minx barely feeling as he started kissing her anywhere he could reach. Her body was on fire, femme's hands finding his shoulders. Nails bit into his flesh, the smell of blood reaching her nostrils. Moaning softly, sultry voice found a way past her lips and into the air. The floor...I want you to have more control. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

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Author: Marrok [ Edit | View ]

Date Posted: 23:34:43 09/05/04 Sun *he kisses her as he moves with animal-like gracefulness to the cool white floor. As he continues to push into her..and then out..then it...then out..hips moving in a rhythmic pace, matching with hers. He runs a tounge along her neck, taking a deep, shuddering breath, hands almost shaking with passion and lust. He whispers in her ear* More control? *he moves so that he is on top, almost stradling her* Your wish is my command, m'lady. *he holds down her shoulders to get more leverage* [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ]

Date Posted: 00:44:51 09/06/04 Mon Isis gripped his shoulders tightly, sharp nails breaking through his flesh so that small dribbles of blood began to run down his shoulders and back from the wounds. Smelling his blood fill the air about her, vixen moaned even louder. Petal soft lips suckled his nipple a moment, tongue running along his skin until it met with one of the small crimson streams. The warm fluid was lapped up in a sensual manner, one hand gripping his upper arm while the other moved to the base of her throat. Deadly tipped nail cut into the flesh, running in a straight line down to the top curve of her breast. Sticky ruby liquid immediately began to spill forth, the wound rather deep. She arched into the pain, into his thrusts, moaning loudly as another river of blood was found by her seeking tongue. Pure bliss seemed to be filling her, the femme resisting the urge to bite him. She would need to be satisfied with the blood she was getting. There was simply no biting allowed here, by either of them. Something she would have to remember... [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

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Author: Marrok [ Edit | View ]

Date Posted: 19:15:07 09/06/04 Mon *he let loose a soft moan of frenzied pleasure, loving the blood spilling forth. He could sence the moon, hiding behind the bright sky on the other side of the earth, and it called to him. Bite her flesh. Rip out her throat. Eat her heart. Leave nothing but bones . Stop it! Stop it! He nearly gasped as the final blows of tension were building inside of him, getting ready to spill forth his hot, sticky, juices. Motion of his hips going a little faster, tension in his thighs building and building...* [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ]

Date Posted: 20:34:04 09/06/04 Mon Isis hissed as the voices that plagued him murmered within her own mind. Lucky enough for her that if he did lose control, she was one hell of a strong immortal. Fangs grew in her anger and lust, the ivory daggers throbbing rather painfully in her need to bite. Femme controled herself very well though, simply licking up the last of the crimson staining his skin. She needed more though. Another hiss was followed by a soft cry at a particularly rough thrust, minx's gaze meeting with his again. Nail cut into the soft flesh of his throat, tongue flicking out to lick it up. Lips pressed to the wound, minx sucking up the ruby liquid though she was careful not to allow her fangs to knick his skin. Entering into his mind, soft and husky whisper played within his skull. Harder Marrok...faster...give it all. Tongue slid into the wound she'd made, licking under the flesh. Slender thighs were parted wider, allowing him better access to her requests. Yes, make her bleed from between her thighs. Take her like it was rape. Some might think her odd for liking it like that, but as long as her lovers didn't mind she didn't care. Rarely did she find one that didn't like it hard and fast. As rough as they could get it. The rougher it was, the more pleasureful. Moaning softly, Isis allowed her lips to fall away from his neck and press to his lips again. Tongue thrust dominantly into the warm cavern, his blood still in her mouth and on her tongue... [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

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Author: Marrok [ Edit | View ]

Date Posted: 18:39:56 09/07/04 Tue *with her tounge in his, tasting the coppery liquid he adored so much...it was hard to bare. Slipping his tounge next to hers, massaging the small muscle, he was almost at climax. He was ravaging her body now, and wouldn't be at all surprised if she DID bleed from in between her legs. He opened his mouth, in the classic "o" form of climax..but something was still there. Her tounge. With blood. Unbearable. His canine teeth grew, much like fangs, teeth becoming more jagged and wolf like. And, with a hard clack of his teeth, came down upon the soft flesh of her tounge, connecting his sharp teeth, and pulling backwards in a ripping motion. I bet she never had that sort of experience* [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ]

Date Posted: 23:29:38 09/07/04 Tue Vixen quickly grabbed hold of his head with both hands, holding his mouth to hers so that he didn't rip her tongue from her mouth. She rather liked it where it was at, thank you very much. Inner muscles tightened about his hard shaft as she did this, growl rumbling in her throat. Her desire and lust far from died out though, if anything it only increased. Isis was sadistic as hell, but she did prefer to keep all of her body parts. Inflicting some pain here and there was fine by her though. More than fine by her. Extremely powerful crimson fluid filled both of their mouths, causing her to moan in pleasure. He'd probably taste the power, get high of off it like she did. Funny how she didn't worry about the bite. She knew that was how werewolves spread their disease, but she already had so much damn crap mixed in her blood that it probably wouldn't matter. As long as he didn't stop moving, as long as he kept up the pace. If he could do that, she wasn't likely to care too much at all about the damn bite. Her tongue would heal in minutes anyways. Hips were thrust up into his, urging him on. They were both almost there. Just a couple more times... [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

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Author: Marrok [ Edit | View ]

Date Posted: 21:57:00 09/11/04 Sat *this was no lustful thing for him. This was with animal intent to damage or kill. Right at the height of his orgasm, his moan turned into a wolfish howl, accompanied by the symphony of crunching bones, moving organs, and beast like screams. Launching off his powerful hind legs not a moment after he came, he went straight to her throat. Nails now claw-like, he ripped at all the flesh he could get a hold of, powerful jaws snapping in the air and awaiting to connect with the soft flesh of her throat -- specifically her jugular vein. Ears growing slightly into a more pointed fashion, his tail bone extending to be truly tail-like, he was a beast. His human side was ashamed more often times than not about things like this. This near exact sitution had happened one too many times. Though never with an immortal. He always left his victims with only bones left...* [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ]

Date Posted: 00:56:39 09/12/04 Sun Isis sensed his transformation only moments before he began to shift. If she hadn't been in the rather compromising position she was in now, she probably would have sensed it a whole lot sooner. Or if she'd just simply used common sense and thought about the moon's cycles. The succubus in her had been too needy though, too hungry for her to ignore. Eyes squeezed tightly shut as a moan rumbled deep in her throat, her entire body tightening around her lover's as her orgasm took hold. In the same moment, her aura began to glow strongly, a pink in color that was more than visible to even the human eye. Slender back arched, coming off of the floor as her nails bit into the scalp at the back of his head. Her succubi side was reaching out, latching onto Marrok's soul. Even as Isis went into her climax and hovered near the edge as it ended, she refused to let go of his soul. Keeping hold on it meant she could stop him forcefully from harming her. Considering he was nothing more than a wild beast now, that might be a good idea. Minx began to push herself up as soon as Marrok jumped off of her, her aura still glowing a soft pink all about her naked body. Fangs had enlargened greating, her own blood feeding that lust from the gash in her tongue. Crimson fluid dribbled down her chin, femme licking at it and growling softly in her throat. Bright green orbs focused upon the furry creature before her, narrowing slightly. She wasn't surprised when he lunged for her throat, but that didn't mean she had been completely ready. Almost as soon as his claws and teeth ripped at her flesh, it began to mend itself. She'd fed enough of her vampire side lately to heal much faster than usual. Hissing sound filled her throat, slipping past her lips as she bared her fangs like an animal. Her hiss quicky turned into a growl, only barely holding his deadly fangs from her throat. Hands were clamped about his canine-like head, fingers ripping at his fur. Yanking roughly, she snapped at him herself. Then her actual human brain took hold, causing her to think straighter, less like an animal. Femme concentrated, her solid form shimmering beneath the werewolf. It went from solid to gas-like, disappearing all together. Another shimmer and the clothing that had been so carefully folded disappeared as well. But not for too long. For some reason, this change in Marrok had Isis more curious than was probably good for her own health. Femme re-appeared before the door, fully dressed as she had been when she'd walked into the building. The pink glow still surrounded her, the femme having still not let go of her latch on Marrok's soul. She wouldn't kill him by stealing it, but this was her assurance that he couldn't harm her. Minx could cause him pain through his soul without killing him, assuring that she wouldn't get ripped apart before she made her escape. Jade spheres watched the beast, waiting for him to realize what she'd done... [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

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Author: Marrok [ Edit | View ]

Date Posted: 21:06:23 09/12/04 Sun *he snarled and whirled about to where she stood at the door, standing like a human, panting slightly. He growled, his animal side angry she had gotten away* I have no soul. Don't think you have any power over me, wench. Succubus though you may be, you are powerless over a souless beast. *he snarles again, pain ripping through him like a tidal wave as he dropped to one knee, another howl ripping forth from his vocal chords. And, surprsingly, he was speaking like the friendly male he was not more than 2 hours ago* Isis...I'm sorry. *a cry of pain issued forth from him, fighting back his beast side* Go. Get away now. I..*sweat was pouring off of him as he struggled to maintain control* I don't want to hurt you...GO! *and snarl ripped forth from him and he launched off powerful hind legs into her form, thinking fleetingly she would probably just vaporize like she had before* [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ]

Date Posted: 15:16:25 09/13/04 Mon ((Odd...I thought that werewolves had souls because they were still part human. My mistake I guess. Sorries.)) Vixen watched the beast carefully as it snarled angrily and whipped about. Jade pools met with fiery animalistic ones, smirk tugging at her lips. It was probably wiser for her to be fearful of him, but Isis was fairly sure she feared nothing. Let alone a giant furry dog of sorts. At the gutteral words spoken by the creature, dark brow was raised. Fortunately for her, her succubus powers were far from all she held. It was more enjoyable to kill using those powers, but she had other ways. Thank you very much to her dear mother. Though she embraced her vampire side as well as her succubi side, neither had come from her mother. It was her amazing powers of sorcery she received from the woman that birthed her. Vixen licked her lips slightly, watching Marrok intently. Or rather, the newly transformed Marrok. Lips parted to allow speech, but his howl caused her to lose her train of thought. She'd thought he was done transforming, but apparently she had been wrong. Then again, it wasn't as if she'd ever really had much experience with werewolves. But with the change in his voice from gutteral to smooth and sexy once again, she took a slight step forward. It seemed as though Marrok was trying to fight his transformation. Which was exactly what he assured her of when he spoke. Brow furrowed at his words, minx becoming simple gas once again as the beast launched itself at her. Before her form completely shimmered away, softly spoken words entered into the beast's mind, but reached out to the human side of the male. You can't hurt me Marrok.....I'll be back... [ Post a Reply to This Message ]