M - and then i'll set this place on fire

Tlantli Kimaris · 09-01-2011, 04:12 PM

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Thoughts she had subjected herself to in the past came to the front of her mind, the touch of the Thistle King warm and demanding and tense but oh so desirable, made moreso by the sudden tangy metallic scent on the air. Her claws broke the flesh of the already printed inward arrows, blood pooling in the recessed flesh found there only to be smeared by padded golden hands. Were she in another place, another time, she might have laughed. As it was, she merely moaned, a pleased and wanting sound as her eyes caught sight of her bloodied fingers and her nose took in the full scent of the leader's potent blood. Whatever faint traces of desire had formed in the pit of her stomach spread to everything, inflamed by a bloodlust she was not unfamiliar with, primal in nature and a driving force for so many.

She met him without kindness, but not without passion, a golden creature long since prepared for this sort of hungry interaction. By nature, she was not a wanton woman. No, it was only in the presence of this strange Adonis, this Narcissus and his vainity, that she turned from composure to lust.

What little control remained in him was gone in her, and hungry arms urged him on, willing him to take her as she'd so long dreamed in the silent nights of her spiral-shaped home. Reason left her. There was no time for her thought.

Sirius Revlis · 09-16-2011, 01:07 PM

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She was the first to break him - Him, the sinner, the calculative grinner, the mask that sat with such jaunty and gentry over the beast within. Almost always a man of civil etiquette, vain with his own image and with those around him, it was this monster within that clawed its way through the chains of steely self control. It wanted to devour her, did the dangerous beast locked behind slitter pupils and a mass of chemical acid. It wanted to consume her.

The woman gave, and he took with clawed hands, intruding into her sacred warmth with the brutal desperation of a man on the brink. Electricity surged through blue-laced veins, and the blood of his father, prince of darkness, stirred within the maddened lust of the prince of thieves. Silent snarls erupted into noise, such a sinister snarling and growling that it seemed murder and mayhem himself had crept into the cold chamber, and stood now watching this vulgar and primal act.

They were a meshing of flesh, and his hot blood stained her fingertips and palms. The King's yellowed teeth flashed at her exposed throat, but they did not break the surface, held in check by the final strands of resolve and value. The beast within wanted to consume her, but Sirius was by nature not a mindless murderer, merely a killer with the soul of a condemned business man. Tlantli was not his victim, but his accomplice, and so much more. In this moment, she was everything.

Pleasure peaked, and with a final venomous hiss the monarch subsided, his head falling to the sweet curve of the woman's bared breast. Hot breath gasped through deadly maw, the growl still rumbling silently within him, a vibration through taught, lean body. He had once been a generous lover - So kind to the whores of London, so experienced. Had Tlantli been pleasured by his ravenous appetite? Did he have enough energy left within him to care? Not desiring to crush her beneath the weight of his now lucid body, the King rolled to the side, but his arms maintained a steely grip about the slender form of the golden Kimaris, seeking to pull her into the roll so that their poses might temporarily be reversed.

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Tlantli Kimaris · 09-17-2011, 01:29 AM

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Passion had been lost on the golden women in the past, who bred for the satisfaction of breeding only when the natural tug of her life urged her to explore that world. Before she was given choice, it had been for her benefit. Touch was a medium of which the Crone knew little about, at least as far as enjoyment went, and she was incapable of recognizing anything but the relief experienced as the handsome Adonis explored her with a familiar animal hunger. It was what she'd been wanting, but was it enjoyment? Was it pleasure? She didn't bother to answer her own questions, so wrapped up in the release of the act even as it finished and she was filled with a comfortable warmth that spread through her loins.

A bloodied hand rose to stroke the tousled waves of chocolate hair that graced her chest as the leader fell against her, energy fading from the air as quickly as it'd suffocated the calm. Her fingers twisted strands about them, red eyes half-lidded as they gazed upward toward the sky, body drunk on satisfaction even as she was moved in one quick movement to rest atop her momentary loverKing. She squeezed his hips with athletic thighs, the faintest trace of a smile gracing gilded lips while she allowed her head to rest against the softly rising and falling chest of the Revlis King. Perfection seemed to suit everything he did, but she didn't dare inflate his ego further with the idea of it.

Sirius Revlis · 10-06-2011, 02:03 AM

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ooc: finish up in your next post, so we can start a fresh thread when you've got time? :3

Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, claws sending slivers of electricity through his lucid form as they traced across his flesh when he rolled her over. She was a pleasant warmth on his body, small and lean and yet curved so succulently. A brazen part of his brain wondered why he had never succumbed to this temptation prior - She had stirred his blood for so long now, filled him with the starving passion of those who deny themselves. Elegant yet calloused hands rested on the sweet dip of her waist, one lazy claw stroking up and down her spine absently.

His eyes were closed, but when she squeezed her thighs they opened a crack so that venomous olive might ooze out, potent and much brighter than ever before. Black lips quirked slightly, benevolently amused as his arousal returned. He could have her again - The thought whispered through his brain like poison. Again and again. She was his... "No," Came the soft, husky growl, both to the pressure of her sensual body, and the sweetness of the thoughts within his head. The half-smile remained, the hands on her hips tightening slightly. He would not make love to her again, not this day. There was a wonderful drowsiness filling his system, spreading up from his loins to slow his pulse and ease acidic eyes closed again. The king would sleep, as most men were want to do after such primal actions. Whether Tlantli remained was her own choice, but should she be in his presence at the time of Sirius; wakening, his temper might not be so pleasant.

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