until the night is over - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: until the night is over (/showthread.php?tid=2781) |
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- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> She looked up into his face, watching carefully as she panted slowly through her mouth, a sad attempt to regulate her breathing. He shifted a last time, his hand rubbing her face tenderly, yet somehow it was not enough to distract her from the painfully pleasurable sensation that came next. Apparently, her body was unused to this feel, and her moist insides hardly yielded to the slowly invading member; remaining tight around his hardened length. A small gasp escaped Asa, her fingers grasping his fur in surprise. Maybe she hadn’t been expecting this to be her first time; but in truth, she had not been expecting anything at all. Despite even that, she managed a careful smile before burying her muzzle into his shoulder, nipping at his flesh to deflect the feel of Conri’s throbbing member inside her. table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> He’d settled into her now, his length lying more or less dormant within her; rock hard and pulsating. She was so sensitive to the feel of him, the warmth his body and his member provided. Her eyes had closed again, the smile widening slightly as she felt less and less pain with him being inside her, and more pleasure from it. He was still again, besides the tender affection he was presenting to her face. She opened her eyes as he spoke, nothing more but a breathless whisper. She grinned, a bit more strongly than before. I’m fine, she insisted, her arms pulling him tighter, and her back arching again so that her slender body put more pressure upon his inserted member. Her tongue traced his lips gently, before falling back to his jaw, seeking the fur of his neck with her probing tongue. table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> His movements were gently slicked by her moist insides, however tight the fit was. He pulled back, a chill spreading through the place his body had been, but this sensation was replaced by the leaking feeling of pleasure. Pain was hardly a factor now, even as Conri eased back into her, pressing down to the hilt of his shaft. A soft, oh, escaped her once their hips had contacted, and she groped his body, suddenly wanting more. Her gasps coincided with his quiet grunts as he began to repeat the motion at a calm, deliberate pace. Yet all the same, Asanotohl couldn’t help but want more, for him to go deeper, for him to hit that spot inside her that nearly broke her body into a fit of pleasure each time he dug in. It was more than she could stand, yet less than what she wanted. She wanted more. table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> She felt him pick up speed slightly, the power of his thrusts becoming exponentially more inclined and rough. And despite it all, she didn’t mind. She relished the feeling; her moans growing with his power, and increasing with his speed. She found it hard to breathe properly at this point, claws digging absently into his back and teeth suddenly taken hold of the shoulder presented to her. Her grasp was gentle at first, hardly grazing. But with a fit of desire surging through her body, and grasped his back, and yanked him closer, forcing him out of his slower pace into one much faster, a frenzied pace she felt herself able to handle. Oh, Conri! she moaned breathlessly into his shoulder. table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> Pain had been entirely replaced by pleasure; he was going way too fast for her to even think of pain, anyway. Her moans had turned to something close to screams, his furious thrusting striking an incredible feeling inside her; a feeling he was much more used to than she was. And the sound of her name was more than enough to send her over the edge. A resounding scream was muffled into the thick of his shoulder, her body rattling involuntarily, her claws digging into the flesh of his back, and using all the restraint she could muster in order not to draw blood. She shivered, even whilst he continued. table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> His warmth spread into her very core, leaving her breathless with her head tilted back and muzzle desperately agape. She was whispering between her stolen breaths; his name. His gentle touch upon her face brought her back from a planet of ecstasy, back to him. Asa looked into his face, her eyes as kind and smiling as they had always been. You didn’t hurt me, she murmured, more as clarification for Conri than anything. How do you feel? she asked, suddenly concerned. She felt slightly used, if anything, but the thought evaded her as she began to think about how he was still on top of her, lightly inside her even… how she didn’t quite want to let him go. table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> A gentle frown fell across her façade, and she searched his jade eyes tenderly for a long moment. Why? she asked softly, sliding her arms from beneath his and bringing her hands to his face. She stroked his cheeks gently with her thumbs, fingers grasping the gentle edges of his ears. You’ve been nothing but kind and careful with me… what is there to fear? table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> He moved then, bringing his weight off of her to lie beside her, yet he did not break her touch; it was as if he needed it. She leaned to lick his muzzle tenderly at his words, but pulled her face away, taking one of her arms so that she could prop herself up on her elbow, the front of her body grazing him. She left her remaining hand upon his face, stroking him softly. Then, I’m sorry, Conri. I’m sorry for letting you… she whispered, closing her eyes and lowering her muzzle slightly. But I let you because I trust you… I care for you… Her strokes had drifted, and now her hand just lay upon his face. I’m sorry to you… but I don’t regret what we did, not one bit. She opened her eyes again, searching for his. table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> Then please… don’t regret me, she whispered, as he moved slightly closer to her. She shifted slightly, bringing her elbow from beneath herself and moving so that her face lay against his, and her arms had intricately wrapped around his neck again, holding her slender body close to his. Don’t make me a mistake. I don’t want to be that wolf to you… a… nobody. I don’t want to be alone. A memory of a younger her came to her mind; it was raining, and she sat huddled up against a broken brick wall. She was crying as she looked up at some shadowy figure; he (by the sound of the voice) was yelling at her… then he was gone. When she came back to Conri, she found that she was crying, albeit silently. table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
- Asanotohl Novek - 07-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .nireetablechels strong {color:#ccbca3;} </style> http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4777/van2do8.png) #b09480 bottom no-repeat; color:#000; font:9pt georgia; line-height:1.1em; padding:2em; padding-bottom:6.0em; text-align:justify;"> She internally fought to control herself. Stop crying, right now! Asa swallowed hard, biting back tears from an unknown sorry. He left me, Conri… Quilas left me… Who was that? I am a nobody... She shut her eyes tight, trying to remember suddenly, trying to put the name to a face… someone of importance. She only knew his name, and only because the small girl crushing herself against the wall kept saying it over and over, begging him to come back. The memory would not go away, but more than it brought sadness, it brought confusion. He left me because… he… She didn’t know why he left, why he had yelled at her before leaving her in the rain. But as the memory continued, she could feel a sharp pain in her left ear; the top had just been bitten off. She was sitting in the rain, crying, bleeding… dying. He… left… me? table by chels [/html]
- Conri Church - 07-31-2008 [html]
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