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- Itachi Lykoi - 01-05-2011 [html] Did not really have time to write this ; ; but i tried! It was a bit rushed, so diofsjdfsd! sswm 638 His breath remained moderate in comparison to her, though only because she had a clearer idea of what they both were moving towards. Perhaps it was his hybrid genes that tricked the little princess into seeing a more mature creature than who really was seated before her. The young prince preferred to think of himself as a ripe youth, many lengths ahead of those of his same age. Yet, he really remained a child, at least in this sense. The Lykoi could not guess what the pretty pixie girl was doing to him, but had eventually, after long consideration and bewilderment, decided that he thought he liked the direction of this. The heart asked for pleasure first, and though it was more or less carnal, it made him so open minded about the girl with the deep blue pools and a face so easy to adore. Yes, he could easily give into this mystical temptress if she continued to treat him like this
To touch another was strange, but he drew sweet contentment from it, surprisingly. His breath was slowly picking up to match a pace similar to hers though, as he found that there was indeed a fire in her. The experience of her hand in motion along his golden pelt was nothing less than lovely, and he was taken aback by the additional amount of warmth that bloomed under her soft palm. The lonely smile that he had attempted to grant before was slowly creeping back, as his feelings about her quickly changed. It was carnal touch that brought the boy around as he found that this interaction was only pleasant and enduring. It was strange to know that he had wished her away when he first caught her frame in dirty glass, for she brought forth sparks in him that he had only known in gray hues whenever he looked to the pale queen of Anathema’s underground wolves.
Her hand settled above his paler chest, above his heart, and he could feel it pulse against her, wishing to be caressed. Could her gentle fingertips feel the slight increase of pace from the organ trapped within its prison of bones? The roses that bloomed on the edges of the two corners of her smiles were lovely, and his heart offered a spur of staccato beat. Her complimenting words brought no blush back to his pale face, but his smile grew, though remained perhaps just a bit more innocent that it should, seeing that this was a new series of sensations that he did not know would lead him into deeper temptation. The greed had already started to pulse within his mentality, and there was no way he would stop such a lovely blooming stir within. She liked him, and he found that he could say the same words back without a taste of dishonesty, but he did not the moment to speak back.
With hands rose to her strangely attractive frame now. Itachi knew the basic rules of attraction, and he liked to watch those who were easy on the eye, but this was something else. He desired to touch her, and pale palms with the mere touch of a sun found her sculpture to be lovely at the touch. Fingers rose to her blushing cheeks, stroking their colour adoringly. Deep sunsets held his heated intrigue. He was not afraid of her anymore, and it was strange to think that he ever had been. His senses could not grant him enough of her spirit. It was not enough to simply gaze upon her delicious form anymore, and the thickest ice had been broken the moment he had touched her the first time and she had turned to possess magic. Fingers continued to slide down her slim, silvery throat and down to her sweetly curved chest. .itachi1 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .itachi1 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .itachi1 b {color:#8b4d30; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .itachi1 {background-color:#d39775; background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... itable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:15px 0px 180px 10px; border:1px solid #924e55; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7a593d; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .itachi1-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 01-05-2011 [html] it was lurvely, rushed or no <3 wc: 5+ SoSuWriMo: 610
[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 01-05-2011 [html] rar! sswm 557 No words of complain rose. Instead she seemed as devoted as him at the strange, nerving moment they shared. He was amazed by the smooth silky feel as he pressed his hands gently against her, fingers exploring and searching. He watched with quiet awe as light lids shut out the shades of cerulean skies. He mourned them the moment they were hidden away, but lived on with the assurance that they would return to meet dusk and dawn. The boy thought he could have his gaze fixed for hours upon this angelic face. She was a present; a gift with sparkling, sweet deceit hiding something he craved. He wished to discover its contents, and was slowly feeling the water, enjoying the form of whatever lay waiting for him within. The boy was an excited child on Christmas Eve, with expectations high though his wishes remained abstract. There was knowledge that he would get what he wanted though, and instead of calming his alert nerves, it made him crave harder.
Fingers hesitated only slightly as the beautiful sculpture stirred gently under his expressing fingers. Did the frost still hunt her heated form? He found the possibility strange, but would not hesitate to warm the princess if such words would rise again. He had learned that her words were wise, for she must have known that after a first touch, it was as a drug; he could not stop. Would not stop. An elegant, feminine palm settled on top of his hand, leading it safely to the timid curve where a living heart pulsed underneath with its fast, hectic rhythm. Her eyes revealed that lovely colour once again, though there was a different shine. The glossy twinkle inspired him to recall stars, draw in lovely memories that in some way could summarize how he felt. Excitement without contentment, starvation without hunger.
The boy nodded. He could feel it, and it would remain his secret. The distinct experience of how her heart reached out to him through skin and bone. It was extraordinary. Carnal greed steered his fingers, coaxing them on as he caressed the area, touching the fence as he sought the organ safely installed below silk. His smile stretched as spring turned to summer, and even deep scarlet held traces of the joy he harboured. An unwilling victim squirmed and crawled away, but she wanted this too, did she not? ”Do you like it?” he asked, continuing to draw excitement from her words. Its ecstatic rhythm was his creation, and he wanted to claim it as his. Again, she unleashed her toxic smile, and he was poisoned with cupid’s drugs, feeling the dangerous matter infest every vein running through his evolving body.
The hand not clasped by hers rose to stroke against her lovely locks, claws exceedingly careful as they rowed through silky seas of coal. She was too lovely for him. He was flawed and defect within, and she was so pure and unspoiled. He wanted more of this; for dissatisfaction grew the longer he lingered with sparse, slow movement. He had thought touching her lightly would be enough, but the urge to go on with this continued to tempt him further in his quest to explore the young girl’s well shaped form. But what was he supposed to do? Why was this not enough? .itachi1 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .itachi1 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .itachi1 b {color:#8b4d30; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .itachi1 {background-color:#d39775; background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... itable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:15px 0px 180px 10px; border:1px solid #924e55; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7a593d; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .itachi1-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 01-05-2011 [html] wc: 5+ SoSuWriMo: 522
[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 01-05-2011 [html] rar! sswm 1318 He was ready to abandon thought and let the angelic temptress toss him out into stormy waters; to drown in this sea as he had in the depths of her eyes. He had believed them to hold summer skies, but what they really his were endless pools that would draw him deeper and deeper until his body was not his own. Perhaps the boy loved her at this moment; deceived by the sweet taste of hormones overpowering his young virgin frame for the first time. He was worse than a drunk, for he was not minimized into a trembling heap of unintelligible mass. He flew, soared above everything he had known at the touch of this treacherous female that had led him into the scarlet path of temptation. His rose hues had turned into a sparkling fire, licking greedy against the orbs in pursuit of freedom beyond. He wished to scold her with warmth as she had him, and whatever restraints had kept him hesitant were dissolving as he sank deeper and watched a distant bridge burn brightly, recognizing it breached. He could not go back, only forwards. There was no reason to exist, for every nerve screamed for this.
He wanted to break through her ribcage and retrieve the living animal kept there, lock it away and stroke it with bloodied fingers of unaltered greed. Instead his fingers continued to revel at the touch of her young breast, finding the fine sculpt attractive against his sensitive palm. Her body was ever willing, pressing against the motion and offering him what he desired. Ah, if only he could recognize it; if only he could open his eyes and see the answer written before his blushing gaze. Her own fingers entwining in the fluffy fur about his neck, so lovely as they rubbed against his skin. Never had he anticipated such sensitivity in that area, but her finger tips brought fire to him, one that he would never want extinguished. There was a party moving along his spine, lighting every nerve there was and spreading a beautiful toxin in glorious waves of strange delight. Heart pounded through every fibre of his being, and he could not understand how she could urge his dormant heart to race at such a speed without physical exhaustion turning muscles into trembling jelly.
These were new shores she revealed to him, but he wanted deeper, into the depths of those pool in the search of an end to the depths that did not exist. Her words gave birth to the loveliest sound he had been granted the pleasure to hear, ”Oh, yes.”. How could h e have known that she held the key to absolution? She was a mere stranger—he did not even know her name, nor did she know hers. She had successfully invaded his heavily guarded fortress, parading through water and fire and solid walls. She had yet to break into the depths of his mind, and that would remain a difficult task still, but his body roared with compliance to her presence. There bloomed a light guiding tug, and he could not do anything but oblige to this. He was beyond the point where thought was simple, and whatever she was leading him, he knew it was where he wanted to be. Blushing sunset orbs drank her without the slightest of echoes of the doubts that had stuffed him earlier, and it seemed to long ago. Fingers continued to explore her slim frame, his greed manifesting through his blooming movement. There was not enough of her. He wanted more.
The tips of their muzzles touched, and a wave of something indefinable struck him senseless for a moment, and he pressed his face against hers, following simple instinct that should not have been called out at such an age. Salmon tongue leaped out as his smiling lines parted slightly, tasting the edge of her muzzle in vivid expectation. The fingers that so softly had combed her hair had settled by the lovely silken sheets of fur on her neck, unwilling to allow her to draw away from him if the thought was ever to occur to her. He wanted more than the organ pumping her full of boiling blood. It dawned on her that he wished to possess all of her. His movement nearly seemed to own urgency as he pushed against her, the minimal distance between them forced slimmer. Whether it was part of her plan or not, his carnal logic demanded that she ‘d deliver what she’d sold. The hand that had caressed her breast wished to linger, but there were different greeds battling for his hands and attention. He wished for her closeness; starved for the strange, sensational warmth that she so willingly offered. He did not need to understand as long as he could acquire more to soothe his ever growing lust.
The hand leaped behind her back, edging her form closer to his, though he was already there, not even willing to meet her half way. There was no patience in him, only the eternal hunger that he sought to soothe but did not know how to. All he did was to add grand amounts of fuel of the blasting fire. Oxygen seemed to be devoured by their inner flames, for he had to draw his breaths deeply. It did not worry him; this strange insignificant detail. Breathing was automated anyway, for the boy had far too much interesting going on to be able to pay proper attention to the building changes in her body. He loved the carnal affection she so willingly provided him with, and their strange excitement seemed to feed off each other, though kept building up instead of getting terminated. Nothing was natural about the way he currently felt, though it was just what it was. Natural responses when the right signals had been exchanged between the two creatures of opposite genders. He pushed on; willing to obtain a stronger position than this. His upper body coached hers backwards, down towards dirty floor marred with dust and wear. He could not care less about their current surroundings, for she was currently the one that dominated the world.
The hand by her neck abandoned its post, greedily trailing down the front of her frame to massage against the sweet curve whose side lacked a heart. Still, he could feel the steady rhythm of the organ beat through her, or perhaps it was his own thundering pace that kept him fooled. It did not matter—nothing mattered as long as he could press his frame against hers and experience shimmering silver silk beneath his fingers. Her scent was strangling her with its flowery sweetness. He revelled at its content, wondering how every season’s lovelies odours could be bestowed into one single creature. Deep ruby red was drunk on the wine it stole its colours from. It was a wonderful experience of existence, this, and ever thought of a pale queen in a faraway land had vanished as his attention was held strictly and toyed with by the beautiful princess with the blushing face and lovely white smile. He knew what he felt—did she feel it too? The heat dancing between their bodies and the irresistible hunger sending a wild fire of need along her skin? Could she feel it like he did?
The young prince prayed so, for there was no reason better to die for than this. He was unaware of customs and rituals connected to the unforeseen activity he was moving into, so his pages were blank and he followed the urges of a body suddenly starved for carnal desires. How he had managed not to pay attention to this lack of contact in the past could not be answered, but he sought relief in her, though how, how? Ever touch brought to and fro fuelled the growing fire. .itachi1 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .itachi1 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .itachi1 b {color:#8b4d30; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .itachi1 {background-color:#d39775; background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... itable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:15px 0px 180px 10px; border:1px solid #924e55; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7a593d; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .itachi1-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 01-06-2011 [html] wc: 7+ SoSuWriMo: 719
[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 01-07-2011 [html] <3 Sorry for the wait ;_; 300+ Her intoxicated skies had functioned as encouragement for the boy for some time now, though his hormones would soon built up a instinctual courage to let him continue on his own, with or without her cooperation. While his mind was virginal in its processing, his body had realized the chemical signals that had existed for some while now. It sought pleasure; sought redemption for the urges it felt, and Itachi was only happy to oblige, knowing that he was moving in the right way now, blissfully aware that this would be considered sinful by most, especially as he possessed the knowledge that the heated blood coursing through both entities had been granted by the same source. Perhaps instinct knew that this was wrong, but the boy was not organized enough to pay heed to the subtle reminders that were given to him on this matter. There was too much going on for him to pay attention to everything. It was just natural for him to focus on the carnal hunger alone and leave borderline subjects be.
She willingly let her back settle against the worn wooden floor, and he watched her, revelled in the princess’ beauty as she lay there, watching him with her lovely cerulean hues. Her question did not interrupt his march. His muzzle sank to her form to linger close above her lovely neck.”Yes,” he whispered into the pixie’s ear, smile forever present though there was solemn urgency anchored within the blushing sunsets. It was beyond clear that the boy wanted this girl, in form of greedy hands, starving gaze and a stiffness building up within his loins. The one word sentence was repeated as she asked a question that he otherwise would have been answer to give a similar answer to in any state but this she had brought on him today. ”Yes.” He loved the hues of blue, the elegant dance of silver and blushing auburn contrasting his pale golden features. Was there anything not to love here? .itachi1 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .itachi1 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .itachi1 b {color:#8b4d30; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .itachi1 {background-color:#d39775; background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... itable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:15px 0px 180px 10px; border:1px solid #924e55; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7a593d; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .itachi1-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 01-08-2011 [html] ooc: one day libri. one whole day you made me wait. not good enough. (<3) oh, um. artistically phrased naughtiness in the below post and probably from now on, any unwary viewer. don't read if it makes you uncomfortable. :I wc: 3+ SoSuWriMo: 383
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