01-04-2012, 05:30 PM
Gemma likes rapey! :3
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Her intense blue orbs caught the exact second when the rational part of his mind was decommissioned completely. The blue of his eyes seemed to swell and engulf the pink, she liked to think of it as his two personalities clashing, and for once his stronger side coming out in the absence of abuse or reprimand. In a heartbeat the whole atmosphere of the room changed from light and simple warmth to something feral and needy, hot and rapid. The vibrations of his growl traveled through her chest and spread outwards all the way to her core that burned and ached for his touch. Her breath shuddered from her body as claws raked against her skin deliciously and teeth sunk into the curvature of her neck, the Sawtooth girl would have never thought him capable of reaction like this, of acting like this, her own eyes glittering like sapphires in the darkness.
The woman did indeed jerk as his teeth punctured her skin, breath hissing through gritted teeth and the red crimson contrasted brightly against the paleness of her fur but not from fear or dislike, quite the opposite actually. Desire flared brightly and she felt a rush of warmth between her legs where he rested, her entire body seemed to throb in time to his grinding against her. Pupils of black expanded rapidly in a way that had nothing to do with the low light until they were to huge proportions. This, all of this, the blood, the desire for roughness and for pain, all of it was the fault of Lucifer, of Gabriel, instilling within the girl a want to be hurt, to make her bleed, to scratch and bite with sharp claws and teeth. Her wounds gained with Liam had long since healed but new ones were always being made, they added to the scars that already covered her although these ones she was proud of.
His hands roamed through her ivory pelt as they ought to do sending chills through her limbs. His smile down upon her was echoed by herself, blackness all encompassing, this was the true girl, the one of nightmares and crimson fluid, screams in the night and death on the wind, Sawtooth genes had passed on more to her than simply a hunger for white fur. Her eyes were bold now, a test of his dominance as coyote ears swung forwards to focus upon him, a dare, a challenge, would he go as far as his body promised? Would he take her to the heights she craved and desired, needed like a body needed food and water, well past the realms of normality and into the depraved. Raised in fear and sexual deviousness, she had quite a few quirks, some kinkier than others. His torso dropped down again to cover her up and her exhaled breath caused waves of swaying along his fur. A wandering claw drew a suggestive line up the arch of his back, along the spine and vertebrae, it was soon joined by others that wished as well to join in this act of worship, even the claws of her were white like the fur that covered her, the only splash of color upon her person was the black of her nose and blue of her eyes.
A breath against the side of her ear had the woman again squirming, tickling in that sensitive spot. A nip froze the movement in place and pulled a low whimper, bejeweled eyes hid themselves from his gaze with a flicker of curled lashes Words only added to the dark perfection that was building up within her. She was lured down into the depths like a child after its favorite toy. Scream she did for him, loud and high pitched, her eyes snapping open to rest on his pale visage, body arching up beneath his own. The claws at his back dug in and carved lines of red into his pale skin from spine to ribs, at the back of her mind, danger! danger! called but rather than ignoring the warning it acted as an aphrodisiac for her, somehow increasing the slickness that coated her insides and the fury of soft warm muscle that clenched at his hardness. Her scream cut off abruptly and instead became an almost as loud low moan that erupted from her chest to fill up the space around them.
732
Her intense blue orbs caught the exact second when the rational part of his mind was decommissioned completely. The blue of his eyes seemed to swell and engulf the pink, she liked to think of it as his two personalities clashing, and for once his stronger side coming out in the absence of abuse or reprimand. In a heartbeat the whole atmosphere of the room changed from light and simple warmth to something feral and needy, hot and rapid. The vibrations of his growl traveled through her chest and spread outwards all the way to her core that burned and ached for his touch. Her breath shuddered from her body as claws raked against her skin deliciously and teeth sunk into the curvature of her neck, the Sawtooth girl would have never thought him capable of reaction like this, of acting like this, her own eyes glittering like sapphires in the darkness.
The woman did indeed jerk as his teeth punctured her skin, breath hissing through gritted teeth and the red crimson contrasted brightly against the paleness of her fur but not from fear or dislike, quite the opposite actually. Desire flared brightly and she felt a rush of warmth between her legs where he rested, her entire body seemed to throb in time to his grinding against her. Pupils of black expanded rapidly in a way that had nothing to do with the low light until they were to huge proportions. This, all of this, the blood, the desire for roughness and for pain, all of it was the fault of Lucifer, of Gabriel, instilling within the girl a want to be hurt, to make her bleed, to scratch and bite with sharp claws and teeth. Her wounds gained with Liam had long since healed but new ones were always being made, they added to the scars that already covered her although these ones she was proud of.
His hands roamed through her ivory pelt as they ought to do sending chills through her limbs. His smile down upon her was echoed by herself, blackness all encompassing, this was the true girl, the one of nightmares and crimson fluid, screams in the night and death on the wind, Sawtooth genes had passed on more to her than simply a hunger for white fur. Her eyes were bold now, a test of his dominance as coyote ears swung forwards to focus upon him, a dare, a challenge, would he go as far as his body promised? Would he take her to the heights she craved and desired, needed like a body needed food and water, well past the realms of normality and into the depraved. Raised in fear and sexual deviousness, she had quite a few quirks, some kinkier than others. His torso dropped down again to cover her up and her exhaled breath caused waves of swaying along his fur. A wandering claw drew a suggestive line up the arch of his back, along the spine and vertebrae, it was soon joined by others that wished as well to join in this act of worship, even the claws of her were white like the fur that covered her, the only splash of color upon her person was the black of her nose and blue of her eyes.
A breath against the side of her ear had the woman again squirming, tickling in that sensitive spot. A nip froze the movement in place and pulled a low whimper, bejeweled eyes hid themselves from his gaze with a flicker of curled lashes Words only added to the dark perfection that was building up within her. She was lured down into the depths like a child after its favorite toy. Scream she did for him, loud and high pitched, her eyes snapping open to rest on his pale visage, body arching up beneath his own. The claws at his back dug in and carved lines of red into his pale skin from spine to ribs, at the back of her mind, danger! danger! called but rather than ignoring the warning it acted as an aphrodisiac for her, somehow increasing the slickness that coated her insides and the fury of soft warm muscle that clenched at his hardness. Her scream cut off abruptly and instead became an almost as loud low moan that erupted from her chest to fill up the space around them.