[M] The Deeper you go..

Strelein von Rosnete · 01-01-2011, 09:59 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: graphic sexual content , graphic violence, or extremely offensive material starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised.

Continuation of The Higher You Go

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Rikka bit at his ear and the redhead raised his eyebrow at her, even if she was unlikely to see the gesture. Both brows rocketed up when he felt her roving hand rove rather low. The cocky grin on his face was something comical, considering the level of the state of inebriation he was in. He surpressed a slight chuckle at her hand, though he definitely thought it horribly amusing that she was making these kinds of moves. So she was experienced? That was good. If she had no idea what she were doing, Strel would have been bored out of his mind in a few minutes, having no mind to tolerate inexperience. Well, anymore. He was once very inexperienced. Now that would be the most hilarious lie to tell people. "Yes I'm a virgin" was probably the funniest thing Strel could even say. Really.

Strel was a virgin about as much as Rikka was. Neither were strangers to this and it was laughable to say that they knew little. Laughable. Granted, Strel had slept with mostly men, and once with a woman, but he did not remember it in the least. It had been another drunken chance encounter, and if there were any more, he would be damned to remember. That and it would scar him to the end of his days. He would remember it always, if he did not lose his mind in the process. Maybe was attracted to women, but sober, he was not, not really. He definitely loved men and the way men were. Strong, built, and with a penis. That was pretty much the key factor for him. But women, women had breasts and he just.. did not see the appeal of them.

Sober, that is.

"My, my," he slurred slightly, taking both of his hands to her breasts, squeezing them slightly. "What else do you got to show?" he asked her, nipping down her throat lightly, playing with her nipples, squeezing and pinching them. Giving a little bit of a rougher nip, he slid his hands down her sides, following the contours of her golden hued body as a man ought to have, but only drunken Strel would have ever even considered. Or not. He avoided her warmth, very carefully, knowing exactly what he was doing. It was as though the redhead had a persona that was not him when drunk. What other kinds of shenanigans had he ever gotten up to? What happened in Toronto? Oh who the fuck knew, he was enjoying himself.

Rikka de le Poer · 01-02-2011, 03:06 AM

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There really weren't many partners that Rikka would reject. She had done it with men and women. Experienced and inexperienced. Multiple partners at a time wasn't something she particularly enjoyed, but she had done it on a few occasions. To her own personal beliefs though, lovemaking was mostly meant as a communion between two souls. She preferred to be intimate with only one person at a time and put all her work into that one, perfect union. That was precisely what she intended to do with Strelein, at least to the extent of her drunken abilities. She was better at this when she wasn't quite so drunk, but there wasn't a doubt in her mind that she could still perform.

Her arched back certainly seemed to bring his attention right to her chest. Rikka let out a little bit of a surprised yelp as his hand went and squeezed both of her breasts. The woman couldn't help but the laugh a little. "We aren't shy about what we want, are we?" Words quickly dissolved into satisfied noises as he continued to nibble at her neck and give particular attention to her nipples, which became hard in no time, thanks to his finger's work. Strel moved to exploring the other contours of her body, though not the one that was desiring the most attention. The de le Poer's hand moved from his gluts to the front of his pants, tugging on the waistline playfully. "How about we move this party inside?" she whispered hotly into his ears. She knew she would be more comfortable on the mattress she had tucked inside the little shack. Besides, it needed a good christening anyway.

Strelein von Rosnete · 01-02-2011, 03:40 AM

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"We aren't shy about much..," he muttered, liking the reaction he was getting from the woman. It just meant that he was doing what he should and that she was reacting the way she was supposed to. Oh, he approved. He continued to feel her body beneath his hands, letting his eyes narrow as he looked at her from under his lashes, carefully skidding just over the spot he knew she wanted his fingers to roam to. He was sure she wanted plenty from his fingers and this touching was probably the least of those things. He would, of course, give her what she wanted, so long as she would return the favor with gusto. Or was it the other way around? Suddenly, the woman played with the hem of his pants and he realized just how much attention that part of him wanted, all of a sudden. Even the lightest touch closer to his pants had started getting him hungry for more, for something a little more spicy.

Waggling his eyebrows, he nodded eagerly, feeling her breath as she told him about the bed waiting inside. He was a fan of soft surfaces for his body, her body, his body, someone's body. He adored soft things, especially for this. It was like combining two fan-damn-tastic things together to make a moment oh so much more special. And fun, especially if it was bouncy. "Why not, indeed?" The rest of the rabble of the world did not need to see what they were going to do; if they did it right, they would just be able to hear it and run for the hills if not to enjoy the sounds of two people enjoying each other..

Strel took her hand and rose with her, letting her lead him inside. Oh, another shack. What was it with him and getting laid in shacks? Granted, most often it had been in his own home or in something that was once someone's home, but this was still something he had played out before. Not that he was complaining. Pulling Rikka in on him, he pressed her to him and gave a low rumbling question, "So care to show me now?"

Rikka de le Poer · 01-02-2011, 03:57 AM

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"Good," sure purred. "It's so much better when shyness isn't a factor." Sure, sometimes it could be fun to play coy and tease and all those things, but right now she wanted forwardness. She was not in the mood for long, drawn out games. Rikka wanted to dive right into the fun of it, and it seemed her equally inebriated partner was on the same train of thought. There was still some teasing going on at the moment though, as he so obviously avoided placing his hands between her legs. If he was going to make her want the attention that bad, then she would just return the favor. Tugging at the top of his pants appeared to have the desired effect and the metallic hued fey could not help but grin wickedly. This was all so very fun! But not as fun as what was to come.

The movement of his eyebrows as she suggested heading indoors made he laugh raucously. What an entertaining man she had bagged for herself tonight. Rikka really didn't have an issue "playing" out in the open, but she did (vaguely) realize that she was not back at the commune and so such things might not be so acceptable here. Parents here probably would not appreciate their children stumbling upon such a thing in this neck of the woods. It was all fine by her though, as long as she got what she wanted. Doing it on a mattress was nicer for everyone involved though. Soft surfaces were much better than hard ones, more forgiving.

Strelein pulled her to her feet and she lead him inside by the hand, pulling aside the beaded curtain that acted as a door. Her golden eyes looked back at him playfully, her smile wide and toothy. "Come into my looooooove shack," she said, giggles accenting the end of the word. Soon though he pulled her to him and pressed their bodies together. Sure, she'd love to show him, but it was hard to do so when she couldn't take either of their clothes off. Arching a brow, Rikka pushed Strel back by the chest a little with one hand, the other moving to the drawstring on her skirt. "Your wish is my command." With one pull the top of her skirt became loose and soon fell to the floor, leaving the rest of her for him to see. The hand on his chest traced down to his own waist and once again tugged on his pants. "Why don't you join me?"

Strelein von Rosnete · 01-02-2011, 04:46 AM

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"Hah! Irony!" he added after her, in a sing song way. The beaded curtain made him laugh as he passed through it, pushing it aside and hearing the things tinkle together. It was a horrible, horrible door to have if they wanted to be oh so private about this. But it seemed like Rikka would not have cared where they did it, about as much as Strel really cared at this point, which was to say, not at all. Even when he had her pulled close and felt the contours of her body pressed against him, she kept her cool. Cool as a drunken cucumber. Oh, what a girlie he had here, so giving.. he thought as she pushed away from him, and stood before him. It was a bit awkward for him, because he was always the one with the clothes, and rarely were his partners wearing them. All the men he remember never stripped for him, but they more like ripped their own clothes off to get the deed done faster, if they even wore clothes! That was the benefit of au natural, faster fucking.

Of course, because they were wolves and 'yotes at heart, their own bodies hid themselves well beneath their fur, but that did not mean the idea of it went over the redhead's.. head. He gave her a complimentary look down, nodding at her, thumbs wedged into his pockets. Rikka ran her hand down his chest and his eyes instantly followed it. His mind focused on the path it took and felt the tub. Grinning like a fool, he undid the salvaged pair of worn out jeans, and pulled them down. Somehow, it was hard to be graceful getting out of jeans, regardless of gender. A skirt could fall or rise with ease, but he had to somehow make it look seductive as he pulled them off, casually tossing them to the side. He was getting excited and he closed the distance between Rikka, in case she missed it.

"You said my wish, eh? I like that.. why don't you grant me mine, pretty lady..," he cooed, hands running down her jawline, neck. It went lower as he started to nibble at her neck, hands gracing over her breasts, squeezing them gently and rubbing down lower, tracing his fingers down her stomach. He circled over her pelvis, teasing her for a few moments before she would oblige him. He could not force, would not force her, but he wanted to see how she would dance beneath his fingers and how well her own fingers danced...

Rikka de le Poer · 01-02-2011, 06:13 PM

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As they continued to joke and laugh with each other, Rikka couldn't help but think that Strelein would love the commune life. It was so free, so unrestricted. There, no one would care where you did your thing, or with whom. Children weren't shielded from the truth about lovemaking, no one there saw any reason that it shouldn't be something that kids were comfortable with right off the bat. Of course they didn't encourage anyone to jump into sex before they were ready, but there was nothing taboo about the act itself. The redheaded man seemed like he would fit in well in a commune. Maybe he wasn't quite so free-flying and peace-loving as she was, but really commune life was all about living the way you wanted to live. There was no judgment and that was likely the reason the woman loved it so much.

Before she had come to live in Cour des Miracles, Rikka hadn't worn any clothing whatsoever. Usually she didn't like to wear anything, finding garments too restricting and uncomfortable. The skirt was just perfect though. Colorful and light and the best part in cases like this, oh so easy to remove. Strel gave her a look over, but didn't seem too blown away by her physique. She didn't care though, even if she had been sober she likely would not have cared too much. Rikka wasn't some piece of art to be admired after all. As long as he could please her body with his own, there would be no complaints from her. The man was eager to follow her suggestion and removed his own covering, though not so seamlessly as she had. She stood with her hands on her hips, watching, her grin growing as she saw him as Mother Nature meant him to be seen.

The woman gave a pleased half-moan, half-purr as his hands returned to rove over her body. Oh, how she loved it when her partners touched her all over like that. One of her hands moved to weave into the tangles of his dyed mane, while the other made its own path over his shoulders and chest and down towards the bits she knew that he wanted her to touch, despite him being so stingy with his own attentions to her down south. "Well, you need to tell me what your wish is, first." She wasn't a mind reader, though of course, it was hard not to have a good idea. One slender finger ran up the length of his manhood. "Something like that? Hm?"

Strelein von Rosnete · 01-02-2011, 08:13 PM

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Rikka had mentioned the commune, but Strel did not truly think he belonged to that kind of thing. Maybe he did, maybe he did not, but there was no way to figure it out. He was here, in this kingdom. Free love was fun and all, but did they not want a solid relationship with a single person to love and hold and know they love requited in return? Is that not something everyone wants? Needs, that was debatable, but to have rigid support in a person was good! You could feel safe. But.. maybe in the commune, since everyone loved and supported each other.. there was a bigger foundation to support you, to keep you steady.. Chairs had more than one foot to stand on, so maybe it was impossible to stand on only one foot. But that was what the kingdom was for. There was plenty of privacy and no one really asked questions if you were single and just got around a lot without love. Strel was not a free lover, but he loved love, that much was true. Oh, god, who knew what would have been? He was here, and this was now. No point in thinking of what might have been. That only made depression set in.

"Oh I have plenty of those..," he responded softly, then took a sharp intake of breath as he felt her on his length. It was now beyond bold, since it was more, or less, required now. Bold was nothing. Of course, even under his drunkenness, Strel knew something was off about this.. but he did not know what it was right now. Not that he really cared. His instinctual lust was pushing him forward as he had before. "Something like that, maybe..," he cooed. Oh, she was going slow now, but that was because he was not returning the favor. But now that she had.. then it was his duty. Strel slipped his fingers down her belly, lower and lower, toward her warmth. He rubbed there, wondering what reaction she would give him. "Is this what you want?" he asked, with a rather sly look.

Rikka de le Poer · 01-16-2011, 02:10 AM

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Rikka hadn't always been this way. Once upon a time she had believed in monogamy. Once upon a time she had had a mate, and she had loved him and him alone. The problem was, he had not loved her and her alone. He had betrayed her, and she had never fully recovered from that betrayal. Until she had reached the commune, she had avoided letting anyone get too close to her for fear of being hurt again. The Haight had opened her eyes to a different way of life though. One could still celebrate love without devoting themselves to one sole person. There were those in the commune that were committed to a certain individual or another, but Rikka had picked and choosed her lovers, keeping away from any kind of commitment. If she didn't commit, she couldn't get hurt. It was as simple as that.

The sharp intake of breath when her finger caressed his manhood made her grin widen. That was precisely the kind of reaction she loved to elicit. Rikka didn't like quiet lovers, she wanted to hear how much they loved the way she touched them. It was the little bit of egoism the free woman allowed herself. She lightly wrapped her hand about his length, starting to stroke it ever so slowly. She wanted to get things moving, but she wasn't going to let him have all the fun without anything in return. She had scratched his itch, it was time he started giving attention to her own. Finally he gave her what she wanted, and a low moan rolled out from her throat, her hand gripping him with a bit more force. One of her legs wrapped around the back of one of Strel's, giving him better access. "You're on the right track, love," she purred, resuming the motion of her hand.

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