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- Saul Stormbringer - 04-17-2012 [html] 17.04.2012 . 1.30am . Camp Stormbringer . Optime Form The world was spinning. This fact was something that Saul had been enlightened to roughly three minutes before, when the crashing body of Bran pitching over the log and onto the ground had caused him to stand up quickly. He'd almost pitched forward himself, creamy arms windmilling wildly to try and regain balanced with his senses dulled and his balance all over the place. Those creamy paws had risen automatically to his face for a brief moment, before he checked on his cousin. Niernan seemed on top of things and he watched as the darker of the two Stormbringers dragged the lighter towards the hut a good few metres away. It was a small area to live in, and with the addition of Ezra's hut that completed the circle of huts, the space seemed a lot smaller. But it was cosy and snug and it would serve its purpose for now. Thinking of the huts made him think of Temeraire and Elias, who had been sent to be many hours before and were no doubt fast asleep. .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 521+ [/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 04-19-2012 [html] (487) :3 The party's attendees had dwindled down to none. Never would she have entertained the idea that she would be the one left standing. With the brotherly duo's rather humorous retreat, Saul's everlasting preoccupation with the clan's brood and Ezra's polite withdrawal from the scene after a long night's drinking; Lilin considered doing just about the same and calling it a night. What kept her lingering a little longer was the unspoken elucidation she'd caught within Saul's emerald orbs before he'd excused himself. She knew at that point during the night, especially after she'd tried shifting positions on the grassy floor, that the pleasant lull taming her emotions had not been the only thing she'd inherited from this celebration; adopting a new position on the ground, as benign as it was, had been enough to send her reeling backwards and right back onto her rear end. She would've given up and possibly remained where she sat, finding it somewhat cozy enough to spend the night, but her determination was far greater than the pivoting universe engulfing her in its embrace. A hand breezily brushed her corresponding calf, the first one her grey cousin had so delicately caressed upon Ezra's return. No matter how hard she tried to imitate the feeling elicited at that very moment, to relive and savor that instant once more, Lilin knew there was nothing she personally could do to achieve such a thing. Her frustration was made evident as a breathy whine escaped her already parted maw. However far apart they were down the Stormbringer bloodline, even if they had no immediate relatives in common, they were still cousins. It was morally wrong to see him in such a light, she knew that much. Oh-so wrong and yet, it felt so right whenever he stood next to her; close enough to provide a subtle brush of his tail, coaxing a refreshing shiver from her body. Applying both hands to the log positioned behind her, doing her darned best to support her own weight in order to stand upright; tremulous cooperation between mind and body finally allowed her to achieve such a feat. Thankfully, the huts were in sight and close enough in proximity for her to vacillate back to hers without needing any help. Saul, being the person that he is, would have more than likely come back for her if she hadn't been capable enough to do so. Lilin stopped before pushing her makeshift door aside, halting to peer over at her cousin's shelter just in time for her dichotomous receivers to apprehend the gulping breaths reverberating from behind her infatuation's hut. ''Saul,'' she murmured, originally intending for her statement to come off as an inquiry. Instead, it came off as a hushed plea. Under normal circumstances, she would've gone to him. But given the unsteady state she was in, she preferred the easier alternative; waiting for him to come to her. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 04-19-2012 [html] omnomnom
He could feel the tight roiling of his stomach deep in his body, a tangible feeling that caused his muscles to tense up in preparation for the violent expelling of the stomach contents in just a few moments. The rhythmatic gulping of fresh night air was doing its best to combat the nauseating feelings that hadn't been there the moment before. Creamy paws gripped his thighs tighter, forcing the bile that was rising in his throat back down. He didnt want to throw up and it would look wretched in the morning if anyone else were to find a pile of vomit where he hadn't been able to hold his alcohol. As another wave of nausea rushed through him, Saul allowed a soft whine to escape his throat. He didn't like this feeling and it wasn't particularly fun to be doubled over trying to hold in vomit. His tail tucked pitifully between his legs as one last gulping breath seemed to settle him. .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 425+ [/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 04-20-2012 [html] (405) :3 It was no secret that alcohol had its ways dissipating awareness and common sense; she'd heard the hacking sounds coming from around the bend but she hadn't quite associated them with what they actually conveyed. Perhaps she would've worried a little more had her judgement not been clouded at that point in time. Seeing him emerge from the shadows, an enticing smile drawn on inviting lips as if he'd never experienced bouts of nausea, was enough to dissuade her from questioning his well-being. There was an aura about him on this night, one she'd never quite seen nor bothered paying attention to before. It took very little for Lilin to almost shrink back unto no-man's land; testing the line between right and wrong. Given the current circumstances, morality was not a pressing issue. She would leave that for another day... or a later time. Equilibrium was desperately sought after as his body neared hers; the anticipation that accompanied their newfound proximity was unyielding. Two dichotomous receivers flattened almost inconspicuously as her name escaped his maw, greeting her with the same intonation she'd exerted; the syllables were so hushed, Lilin did not know if she would've heard them if the night hadn't been this soundless. Now that he was there, standing before her, the two-toned female found herself searching for something intelligible to say. Things became quite ambiguous with his sudden proximity. Not given much of a choice, her head instinctively elevated in his face's general direction, hoping to find a hint of the same desperation she kept concealed deep within. She couldn't have foreseen the affectionate brush of her right cheek, momentarily tensing up before melting into his touch and pressing against his hand. What came next was just as surprising and her eyes widened expressively as a mischievous flick assaulted her connecting ear. Before she could even react, taking even longer considering the fact that her brain was shrouded in mist, he retreated to a safe distance. Instead of risking a step forward, knowing that there was a major possibility that she'd topple over, Lilin resorted to feigning an offended whine. ''Hey,'' she grumbled, clutching her ear dramatically. Assuming his good manners would lead him to reach over and make sure she wasn't faking, the Soulstorm heir awaited the right moment to apply her entire weight onto his chest; burying her face into his upper body. Here in his embrace, she was safe. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 04-20-2012 [html] omnomnom
There was something so addictive about the proximity the two of them had, the harsh electricity that seemed to jump from her body to his. He'd noticed it before today, the pull he had for her, but the alcohol in his system seemed to enhance this feeling. It intensified when his curled fingers brushed against her cheek, his hand warming. He didn't know how to explain this feeling, the need to be near her, the need to pull her into an embrace and hold her tighter than either of them could bear. He didn't know if she felt it too, and he didn't know if what he felt was right, morally, but it was also something that he knew, instinctively, that he could never get enough of. His finger connected with her ear, not hard enough to actually hurt, but enough to tease her and perhaps initiate some kind of play. He hopped back, unsteady at first before he managed to regain some kind of balance. It wouldn't do well in his favour if he fell over, so he managed to stay upright, a cheeky smile still playing on his lips. .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 452+ [/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 04-20-2012 [html] (445) stop distracting me from work, ffs. There were times when she underestimated her ability to put on a performance; a trait she had no doubt inherited from her dam. It was too easy and quite often, unconsciously done. She had sincerely expected Saul to pick up on her little scheme but when his face drooped with concern, Lilin could not stop the pang of guilt from tugging at her heart. Deception was something she would have gladly resorted to with others, but not him. "Oh Saul," she responded then, her muffled voice filled with accountability as she pressed her face into his fur even deeper. Even in her moment of culpability, she couldn't help but bask in the warmth he provided. This was the second time she'd lost herself in his embrace; they had done this before but the affection hadn't been as profound as this. There was no distress involved this time; this was pure, substantial attraction. It took very little for her body to react to his touch; she could withstand his caresses with some determination. Although her face was hidden by his creamy pelt, her tail demonstrated her enjoyment and peace of mind by picking up the pace; darting back and forth expressively. It was him commandeering the situation, steering it in whatever direction he felt comfortable with; that is, until she felt his tongue lavish her with undivided attention. Such a gesture could have been trivial, had it not been paired with the slight squeeze of her waist. A sequence of familiar shivers shook her entire body then and she knew, quite shamefully, that he'd possibly felt it. And yet, as shameful as their emotional affair could have been perceived, she did not tell him to stop. If anything, she repositioned herself closer; she too, hugging his body close in a clutching embrace. Her face lifted once again, hoping to peer into the eyes of the man she would from here on out refuse to call her cousin. "You didn't hurt me," she admitted then, allowing her lips to coil into a sheepish grin. He hadn't hurt her but it became painstakingly obvious that he, more than anyone else now, had the power to drive a stake through her heart. "I would have flicked you back-" she started then, her face lighting up prematurely as a slurred explanation came tumbling out of her mouth. "But I can barely stand up and now that you're close enough, I don't think I can reach that high." Her right hand was brought up to gently tug on his muzzle then, directing it at an angle where both of their noses could meet and gently press againt one another. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 04-20-2012 [html] shuddit, you dun wanna do work anyway <33
With her face pressed to his chest, and therefore the only access he had visually was the top of her head and ears, Saul couldn't tell if she was okay or not. And despite the overwhelming need to pull back, look at her face and see if her ear was okay, he couldn't bring himself to move a muscle away from her. His skin felt tingly wherever she touched him, and at present it seemed that everything but the bottoms of her legs had some kind of contact point with him. The soft sigh of his name caused his body to quiver softly, a motion he was painfully aware of, pressed so close to her body. He didn't need to say anything, instead he allowed his dark nose to press close to her head, pushing past the curls until his face was well covered in the soft hair. From an outsiders point of view, it would certainly look like they were trying to wrap themselves around each other, connected in so many points that it would be difficult to chose which body was which, if the two didn't have such distinctive and separate colouring. .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 530+ [/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 04-20-2012 [html] (468) ruh roh. The sound of laughter was liberating in a way. He took quite well to her confession, confirming just how petty it had been of her to even worry. His incredulous inquiry was an entertaining enough to entice a smile out of her, although it was rapidly concealed with artificial innocence. “I would never,” she retorted, somewhat relieved that the mood had diverted from its crash course. But it was only temporary and sooner than later, she would eventually succumb to temptation. He was the forbidden fruit; that fact alone made him even more desirable. Lilin wasn’t particularly knowledgeable when it came to lust, love and relationships in general but she had enough common sense to understand her body’s indications whenever Saul devoted his attention to her. His touch alone left a trail of sparks in its wake. If sinning felt this good, then she could understand why others lost themselves in a life of immorality. Lilin wasn’t in the right state of mind to be making lucid decisions and knowing this, she briefly contemplated bidding him goodnight before things got out of hand. But every time she entertained the thought, his touch effortlessly pulled her right back into limbo. Whatever little amount of common sense she still possessed told her that these feelings would not ebb away with a good night’s sleep; the fire had diminished with the lighthearted turn of events but it still dwelled deep within her, threatening to combust at any given moment. Her cheeks radiated a dangerous amount of heat, this time triggered by her relative’s mirth in response to her clarification. At that moment, mediterranean orbs diverted away from his gleeful expression; a little too self-conscious about her unsteadiness. She had very little time to reflect over it, however. His suggestion pulled her out of her cocoon and before she could even object, the two-toned femme felt herself being lifted off the ground. Both of her receivers stood fully erect, visibly alarmed at her sudden lack of control over the situation. Instinctively, her arms wrapped around his neck; bracing herself for an impending collision with the earth below. He wasn’t too sturdy himself, after all. “If you drop me-“ she began, contemplating what punishment she could issue. “You’re going to be in big trouble.” That much was true; she could come up with a sentence later on. A hidden part of her did fantasize about toppling over to the ground where she would be able lavish the male with parallel affection and not struggle so much to find stability in the process. A flurry of images flashed through her mind; a woman’s imagination could be just as corrupted as a man’s. She closed her eyes then as if to chase the thoughts away but they remained firmly rooted in place. If only he’d known. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 04-21-2012 [html]
Despite the dulling sensation that the alcohol had on his body, Saul was not so far gone, or perhaps his kidneys were working quickly enough to combat these effects, that he didn't see the smile creep along Lilin's lips before she set her face into a mask of innocence. Her eyes were wide, muzzle turned down slightly, possibly so that any further slips in smiling were hidden, before her delicate voice tried to dig herself out of the situation. He wasn't having any of it, a teasing grin slipped over his lips as he'd bent to scoop her up. She didn't have time to move or to protest as he knocked her legs out from underneath her, catching her around her back before she hit the ground. He lifted her easily towards his body- she was about a foot shorter than he was and her weight matched the difference- she weighed very little to his well toned muscles. Coupled with the automatic shifting of her arms around his neck and he didn't have much of a problem supporting her. .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 408+ [/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 04-21-2012 [html] (400) PP approved by Hon, etcetc. He could have whispered nonsense to her and her body would have reacted just as fiercely. There was something primitive and incredibly alluring about the tone of voice he had addressed her with; it was low, guttural, a growl of sorts exerting virility in its purest form. The chemistry they shared had reached a certain threshold where she too, could not ignore the insatiable sensitivy enthralling her entire being. His warm breath settled on her fur every few seconds, leaving her yearning for more than just words. This was all new to her; she was, in a way, experiencing new levels of excitement never attained until now. Flicking an ear forward, grazing the Stormbringer male's nose; Lilin finally allowed a nonsensical "Mmh,'' to escape the confines of her throat. Then her world came crashing down; she felt his grip loosen dramatically and an involuntary yelp came about. Her reaction stemmed from pure impulse. His grasp faltered and hers fastened around his neck; while he had complete dominion over their stability, she could decide whether or not he'd come crashing down with her. Before her heart rightfully leapt out of her chest, his arms found their way around her again just in time to inherit a sharp nip to his left shoulder. Her incisors did not fully sink in but her distress was made clear by the scrape lacerating his skin. ''Saul! Don't!'' she pleaded then, propping herself up tightly around his upper body. His breath once again caressed her inner ear before her vexation could arise any further. The challenge in his inquiry made her fear another stunt and so she kept holding on for good measure. She wouldn't fall for it this time. But dealing with Saul was as unpredictable as the weather and sooner than later, a part of her fell victim to yet another caress. While she could have come up with a response to initiate more shenanigans; there was no more play left in her. Her answer came through physical contact as her head titled diagonally and a salmon pink tongue brushed against his cheek. Supplying him with affection was as satisfying as receiving it. Her grip did ease off eventually, only to redirect his face to hers with a gentle nudge of her hand. ''Please,'' she murmured then, her voice strained under the crushing weight of the sin she was about to commit. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 04-21-2012 [html]
Coherent thought seemed to be a major problem with both of them, their bodies pressed so tight together that there was no room for manoeuvring, no room for escape or breath. Of course, the grey man wouldn't have moved an inch even if he wanted to, his arms full with the most glorious body. The small, rational part of his mind, currently being forced into submission by the larger, more confident and completely irrational side of his brain, was trying to question the morality of this situation. In honesty, he was too far gone at the moment to worry about the moral rightness of what they were doing- he registered the blatant fact that cousins did not hold each other like this, cousins did not react to each other the way his body was acting, and he'd felt the soft quiver of her body against his as his kiss had hit her ear. This wasn't some hormonal, drunken mistake and they both knew it. The low, wordless moan that escaped her confirmed that she wasn't able to speak properly and it caused yet another shiver to race down his spine. He was going to have to do something about the tension in his body, but for the moment, he was more than happy to tease her. .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 681+ [/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 04-22-2012 [html] (355)<3. wotd: obtuse Wrapping her head around this head-whirling excitement was difficult. Her neck arched back several degrees, anticipating the genuine bliss that would surely come her way. Lilin knew, even under the influence, that refusal was a possibility. The chances were slim though; their tantalizing prelude and natural attraction had manifested dramatically and backing out of it now was near unfathomable. For Saul to decline her this would not only surprise her but also potentially crush her emotionally. Her mind reeled with untamed emotion amplified by her obtuse state of mind. It hammered behind her azure irises. This level of anxiety; she'd never felt anything like it before. It was amazing how a few seconds delay could awake insecurities from deep within. But this was needless self-torture. Every fiber of her body had memorized the way he'd reacted to her touch. He wasn't going anywhere. Her breath caught moments before his head lowered obligingly, savoring their proximity and the feel of her name being exhaled against her cheek before he finally rewarded her with a velvety soft kiss - there was an air of innocence about it at first; no amount of expectation could have prepared her for this. Their mouths closed; lips simply pressing, touching, acclimating to the tenderness of it all. The strange feeling in the pit of her stomach did not quell. Au contraire, it amplified tenfold; causing her to yearningly tighten her grip around his neck before retracting from their kiss and shifting from his protective embrace and back onto the ground, where she discovered even more assurance. Despite the apparent disappointment in his eyes, Saul did not protest and readjusted himself in accordance. Their height difference was hard to ignore but he'd remained close enough for the Soulstorm heir to effectively reach his lips once again, not awaiting his approval this time. Her mouth parted in invitation; letting her tongue tentatively glide across the crease. Her upper body pressed against his, her back's arc forming a concave crescent toward her immoral indulgence. Greed fueled her actions, turning her into a bold and decisive being even though rationality screamed for her to stop. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 04-22-2012 [html] >
He could not have recounted the feelings rushing through him in that moment- elation, arousal and overwhelming smugness that he hadn't expected to feel. Worry, always worry, for her, for him, for them. What was going to happen now? Of course, the larger part of his mind forced this one into submission and told him to enjoy the moment. It didn't help matters that at that moment, he wanted to hold her so close, to do more than just kiss her. He'd only ever had sex once, and he could remember snatches of this encounter every now and then. Despite the fact that he had a child, and had actually lost his virginity, his lack of experience and memory of the actual deed rendered him nearly as bad as a virgin in that department. But at the moment, in the exact second that their lips pressed together, he felt his anxiety of the subject dissipate. If it really came down to it, he knew instinctively that he would know what to do. It really wasn't his fault that his mind automatically turned to a more sexual root- his body had been reacting to hers for a lot longer than this and it was the culmination of too many swims in the lake to rid himself of a little problem that turned his mind to filthier roots. .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 514+ [/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 04-22-2012 [html] (481)naw ;_; The connection they shared was a rush of blood to the head and so much more. She could barely recall the events that had led to this predicament; the night’s incidents were a blur. It felt as though she was dreaming, corruptly fantasizing about her cousin like she’d done too many times before. Soon she would wake up and grudgingly realize that their kiss had been nothing but a figment of her own vivid imagination. Lilin sincerely found herself seeking proof, some kind of authenticity that would confirm the fact that Saul was indeed touching her in ways that only a lover would. Her desires were somewhat answered when the diluted taste of vodka on her tongue became evidence enough. Its smell was exceptionally powerful by any standard, which wasn’t incredibly tempting by itself. But harmonized with her beau’s naturally sugary breath, Lilin atypically found herself enjoying the tangy taste. Saul did not pass up on her invitation nor hesitate an instant; he could follow and acclimate to her whims as much as he could redirect their relationship wherever his heart desired. Amidst their caresses, there was absolute respect and an eagerness to please each other. Her receivers folded back against her skull, momentarily reacting to the feel of his hand in her tousled locks of hair. There was something about the way he held on to her, groaning whenever their tongues met halfway; it all heightened the experience and made it that much sweeter. She couldn’t tell which sounds came from her and which ones came from him. Their bodies responded naturally, speaking a new language that neither of them fully understood.
The two-toned femme could hear the cadence of his breath elevate and reach new heights; his inhalation was deep and audible. In a way, knowing that she could have that effect on him was empowering and a little frightening all at once. The flux in his voice, his raspy gasps and the tightening of his hold around her were a prologue to a new perilous adventure; one she would eventually embark on, but not now. “S-Saul,” she whimpered through ragged breaths, shattering the moment by turning her head away from his maw. The euphoria in her mediterranean orbs gradually made way for shame and regret. She had opened Pandora’s Box by initiating their kiss and tasting the forbidden fruit but it had become too much in too little time. Insecurities came flooding back to her at the wrong time; too many things were up in the air. Their relationship had just reached a new level of bewilderment. “I should get to sleep. I’m... I’m so sorry.” With that, she reluctantly reverted back to the familiarity between them; depositing a peck on his cheek before retreating back to her hut. There was a methodical serenity behind her every move but she was screaming on the inside. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 04-23-2012 [html] stuuuupid lilin haha <333
Both of them could see, and hear, the change in their breathing, the sharpened sense of urgency to which they met with their tongues. It took every ounce of self control to stay where he was, to remain outside of her hut rather than pushing her seductively back and into the confines of the den. Instead, he allowed his fingers to curl protectively into her curls, claws just resting against her scalp where he occasionally caressed her head. The hand that had remained at her waist had moved to the curve of her hip, once again curling around the bone there, hard and tense where he tried so hard to convince himself to stay where he was. To be satisfied with this one kiss. Of course, he knew that in a million years he would never be satisfied by just one kiss from her- he could feel her pulling him back in each time one of them surfaced for a gasp of air, the desire and want burning through both of them until they were nothing but a pile of ash on the floor. Drawing air in through his nose to try and get some oxygen, their fast breathing coupled with the soft moans and groans coming from both of them nearly undid him. .freebjuly02 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c39b6a; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; } .freebjuly02 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly02 {margin:0 auto; width:462px; background-color:#cdbfb2; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... bjuly2.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #796857; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#796857; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 517+ [/html] |