M - End of All Hope

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 04-11-2011, 01:49 PM

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ooc: yeaaaaaahhhhh another pp post goddamnit.

She retaliated the whole time. Hurricane liked the fights that they would always put him through. It made him feel stronger, it made him feel like he was on top of the world because he could force them to do whatever he wanted to simply because he was physically stronger then most of the females he came by. He held a huge grin on his face as he pushed her down onto the bed. He was hovering over her when she had spoken to him again, telling him that she did have a choice in the matter, she also called him "Mars". Hurricane shook his head, and she snapped at his jaw. He flinched back, her teeth grazing his nose, but it was definitely enough force to make him bleed. He lifted his ivory hand to his nose, but he did not seem too stunned, nor too concerned. It hurt, but like Mars, Hurricane did not feel as much pain as Bartholomew would have. Instead, the blood tinted his white hand, and he sat there, on hovering over the woman. He looked at the blood on his hand before he sudden got really angry and he had taken his hand and struck the woman across the face. That was naughty. Don't do that again.the man commanded the woman before he looked down at her kilt. He'd never seen this type of clothing before so he was slightly confused. But then he had a slight epiphany and figured it was like every other clothing, easy to get off. The name's Hurricane. Who Mars is, I don't know. the man explained to the woman, telling her the new personality's name.

His fingers went to her belt and he unhooked it and slipped the fabric from her form, not without a fight. He fought back though, determined to get her naked, to fuck her until she was screaming his name at the top of her lungs. Once he had gotten the kilt from the woman, he had gone to his bloodstained white pants and he unbuttoned them to reveal his abdomen, so perfectly sculpted to his physic. There was no reason for Krystalle to find him unattractive, for Mars was a handsome male when it came down to it. His father made sure to make him beautiful. Rurik himself was not a bad looking man, so Mars knew where he got it from. Hurricane knew he was sexy just because he was self-centered and arrogant like that. Even if he wasn't in Mars' body and was in someone else's he would be exactly the same arrogant bastard he was. He let his pants fall to his knees, not bothering to take them off all the way and then he pressed his hips against hers. He growled at her rather aggressively, between her fighting with him and him holding himself over her with his arms. He would finally get a hold of her hands and hold them above her so that she couldn't scratch at him anymore. Accept your fate. the man spoke, snarl ripping from his throat as he got a good enough grip on her hands to hold them both with one hand while the other went down to her legs. He spread them to where he could enter her, and once he had gotten this done, the man pushed himself into her, her warm core wrapped around his tool. It already felt amazing to him since his last fuck, and for some reason, this one felt more...right than anything to him. He cocked a grin as he thrusted rather roughly into the woman, to where the bed would even start to squeak underneath the activity that was happening upon it.

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