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] Date Posted: 21:50:34 08/21/04 Sat In reply to: Marrok 's message, "∙.∙. More than this world's got to offer .∙.∙" on 22:01:19 08/20/04 Fri [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Author: Marrok [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 22:19:43 08/21/04 Sat *he turns around, setting the tray of ink and needles and tools needed to create a vision of beauty upon a ivory flesh canvas. Making the wipe off stencil upon her soft thigh, he set off to work on the long task of making every needle prick count. He didn't doubt this woman could take a little - if not a lot - of pain. Concentrating intently, he worked up and down her thigh, hand steady as a rock, amber eyes narrow. After about an hour of hard work, he stands up and stretches.* I'm going to go get a bottle of water. Just stay right there and try not to move. Do you want anything from the front room? [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 19:32:37 08/22/04 Sun If I were to tell you what I wanted, I might scare you off. Plus, I doubt you'd offer it anyways. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Marrok [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 19:43:27 08/23/04 Mon *he notes her gaze, her scent, everything, taking it in as he inhaled and stretched. And, damn it! It was sure arrousing. He surpressed the obvious growing desire (if you will) that he felt in his lower region, refusing to think with his other head. He chuckled at what she said, deciding to go with the more flirtacious responce* Oh, you'd be surprised at the things I'd offer and give. *he gives her a little wink before walking off to get a bottle of water. Pouring some into his cupped pale hands, he covered his neck, chest, and face with the cool liquid. Was it hot in there or was it me? He sighs and returns after a minute or so, determined to concentrate on his work. Afterwords though...who knows? Re-tying his long black hair, he smiles up at her with amber eyes* Ready to start again? [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 00:22:01 08/24/04 Tue More than you know. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Marrok [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 19:54:20 08/24/04 Tue *He raised his brows slightly as he sees her remove her hand that smelled strongly, as did the rest of her. Of course, most humans wouldn't be able to pick up the stench of pheremones. Thankfully though, this beast was a lycanthrope, so these things were easily detectable. He stands, overpowered with the desire to jump on her and have his way with her. Wanting to caress that smooth body, make her moan louder than she had been moaning only seconds earlier (he was just in the other room and his hearing was that of a wolfs. Think he didn't hear that and want to join in? Ha.) But there was a job to be done. He could have his fun after. Sighing softly, and shaking his head as if to shake away his thoughts, he grabbed his chair* Well, then lets get going. *he didn't have much more left to do; maybe a half hour more. Just some fine tuning. As he works steadily, he notices how worked up the female was getting. Damn, that was sexy...* [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 20:34:01 08/24/04 Tue ((Damn I love playing her! Isis is too damn funny. Pardon by the way if any of this offends you. It's just how she is. I like Marrok by the way. You play him very well.)) [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Marrok [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 20:48:26 08/25/04 Wed (awww - thanks! I always look forward to reading Isis's posts because they are very well written and interesting. You rock! yyaayy! And I'm not offended at all - I think this is fun! hehehe) *ok, thats it. Something had to happen after he was done or he'd explode. The noises, smells, sights were getting to be too much. Giving up on trying to surpress himself, he looked up as she nearly moaned, amber eyes matching hers on the lust-o-meter. Thank the moon he only had a few more minutes of work. Thats it. It had to be done.* Um...pardon me if this sounds too forward but...after I'm done, which will be in a couple of minutes...would you like to go out to dinner or something? *He really hoped it would be "or something". Going back down to finish up real quick, the design was truly gorgeous and suited her wonderfully. It was a good choice. He could sence she was part succubus, so he doubted that he, himself, was anything special to this lovely female. But..hey...who knows. She seemed very interesting and would like to get to know her more...both sexually and mentally.* [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 00:44:33 08/26/04 Thu Now that got her attention. His words were a flat out invitation in her mind, the femme opening her senses enough to not only smell his lust but feel it. She had to hold herself back from shuddering with the pleasure of it, for she didn't want him to mess up on the tattoo after all this hard work. Lids lifted to reveal emerald orbs smokey with desire, the duel pools of jade meeting his own amber ones. Slow smirk found her glistening lips, eyes falling to settle upon the base of his throat where she could hear his pulse beating. Dinner hm? Is that an offer Marrok? Because I had best inform you now there's only two things I eat...blood and souls. I'm assuming you'd probably like to keep both of those to yourself. Something else could be managed though... Her voice was husky and inviting, the tone one that could snag a man's attention within seconds. It was the kind of tone a woman used to tease you into bed with her. The kind you heard in a candle lite room with a huge bed situated in the middle. Her words spoken, minx looked down at the finished tattoo. He'd done a magnificiant job on it, for it looked exactly like the drawing she'd made. Minx smirked slightly, shifting some to better face the male and in the process allowing the towel to fall away from her lower body. Even more pale smooth skin was revealed, her sex only hidden by her thighs which were carefully crossed to just barely conceal her from his gaze. What do I owe you for such a lovely creation? Brow was raised questioningly, the femme knowing her words had been an invitation. She could pay him in cash, or she could pay him in something even better, it was his choice. Even if her crossed legs hid her private region from his view, the way she was situated on the chair actually allowed the delicious smell of her arousal to be caught even easier by the sensitive nose. Her own smell was turning her on even more, the tender area between her legs throbbing softly as she waited for his answer... [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Marrok [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 19:14:39 08/26/04 Thu *he bites his lip, racked with indecision. Sex? Money? Sex? Money?* Um...well, how about I cut your price in half and you grace me with your presence for a drink? *smirks slightly* since you don't eat much. *of course, he never specified what the drink would be. Wether it be alcohol, "natural" fluids, or even blood, he was good with it all. He takes a deep breath and tries to keep his eyes meeting hers, not wanting to be like every other male and stare at her lovely body* [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 19:52:55 08/26/04 Thu Sounds like a deal to me. So how much in cash do I owe you then Marrok? His name rolled off her tongue like it was sex in itself. She was almost tempted not to allow his answer, to instead just take his lips in a wild kiss. But she had better plans, something a little more crazy. Her slim fingertip still danced upon his lower lip, as if enticing him to suckle upon it. Instead though, it was brought forth from his lips, femme suckling it into her own mouth. Tongue licked off the slightly sticky substance, soft moan rumbling in her throat at the exotic taste. Oh damn, that was good... [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Marrok [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 21:21:57 08/29/04 Sun *having almost an epiphany, he sighs. Dammit, he had fallen for her trick! This was probably just what she wanted. Oh well. He had fun working with her anyway* $50. *his deep, husky voice murmured. The desire to simply pounce upon her was getting to be too much again, he had to resist. For the time being* So..where would you like to go, m'lady? [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 01:16:12 08/30/04 Mon Isis just barely managed to contain her smirk of victory, full lips twitching as she held back. It wasn't easy either. That had been too fun, not to mention tasty in more ways than one. Her succubi side fed off of his lust for her, and it was quite the heady experience. Tip of her tongue licked over her bottom lip in an inviting manner, green gaze locked with amber. He was going to be such fun to play with. Femme straightened up at his words, stretching her arms over her head and allowing her dial to fall back. Raven locks tumbled down her back in an erotic display, rounded breasts rising and straining greatly against the fabric of her leather top. Pale rounded globes were threatening to fall right out of the teardrop-shaped neckline, nipples hardened from her desire and pebbled against the top all too close to the opening. Deciding she'd be done with her little show for now, the minx dropped her hands back down and looking at Marrok again with a lustful smile on her lips. Well, we can't rightly go anywhere without me wearing any pants... Smile widened, fangs glimmering in the light of the room. A fifty dollar bill appeared in her now outstretched palm, femme closing her fingers about it. Without a single concern, the long-legged vixen stood to her feet, revealing every inch he hadn't seen of her lower body earlier. She was just as pale as the rest of her body, every inch smooth and hairless. The bill in her hand was tucked into the waistband of his pants right above his zipper, her gaze never leaving his. Fingertips traced over the zipper teasingly, femme stepping back away from him. Dial was turned away, the male not seeing her fangs enlargen as her lust deepened. Long legs took her over to her pants, minx bending at her hips very slowly. She knew he would see everything from his vantage point, for she had made sure to stand just right. Screw going anywhere, she was kind of hoping she could tempt him into jumping her right here. After all, he definately wanted her, she could feel it, taste it. Bending further, slim fingers closed about the edge of the black leather pants, her thighs just far enough apart to reveal her glistening wet sex in every wonderful detail... [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Marrok [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 21:05:48 08/30/04 Mon *thats it. It was over. No longer could he take this site, this teasing, this hunger. And when we speak of hunger, it is in more ways than one. It just so happened that it was the night before the full moon - a werewolf's nightmare, curse...his joy. It was the night when hunger was at it's fullest, most extreme point. But not human hunger...wolf hunger. Cravings for fresh blood, sinew, the thrill of the hunt. And anything was fair game. Coming up behind her, he grasped a hold of her hips and dropped to one knee. Running his tounge along from the back of her knee to the top of her thigh, he shuttered with desire. He ran his hands up her side as he stood, tilting her head to the side, kissing her neck, ears, shoulder, and back. As he reached forward to free her breasts from their leather entrapment, he bit into her neck softly, in a passionate, sultry manner. Not enough to draw blood, but damn well close. His not human canines were ment for shredding flesh -- not turning it on* [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 21:59:54 08/30/04 Mon Minx sensed him begin to stand, a moan tickling in her throat as his hands ran over her sides. His lips seemed to be everywhere in quick succession, another shudder of lust running through her. It was the kisses against her neck that really got her though, especially with the sudden hungry bite against that same sensitive skin. Though Isis knew Marrok wasn't a vampire, the urge to have him bite her right then was near to overwhelming. Isis just happened to be one of those blood-suckers that enjoyed sharing her blood with her lovers. Something Marrok was very quickly becoming. Her thoughts had been lost in that simple lustful moment his bite inflicted upon her, the femme only now realizing that her top had fallen to the ground and her full breasts hung free. Another moan rumbled in her throat, minx's lids fluttering closed. Her skin was tingling like crazy, her lust demanding that she be touched. Femme straightened up a little, leaning one arm over her head and against the blaring white wall. Back was slanted in a diagonal manner, her perfectly rounded bottom thrust out a little in a tempting way. Breath came heavily, the hand of her other arm slipping between her parted thighs to rub at the swollen nub topping a very slick slit. A soft cry ripped past her lips, the minx much more sensitive than she'd thought she would be. Finger continued it's rubbing of her clit, femme moving her hips unintentionally in time with her actions. Voice somehow made is past her lips, her breath causing pauses in her speech. Marrok...tell me...do you...want...to drink...my blood? Another moan made it past her full lips, the minx filled to the brink with pleasure. If he could keep control while lapping her blood from her pale body, she'd more than love for him to do it. If she didn't bite him and let him drink, her vampire blood wouldn't affect him. And if he didn't bite her but licked from a wound she made just for him, his bite couldn't harm her. She could more than make it work if it was what they both wanted. She was too used to sharing blood with her lovers not to at least suggest it to Marrok. She'd needed to... [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Marrok [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 20:32:50 09/01/04 Wed *stripping free of his clothing - simply for the sake of it - he come sup behind her, nibbling at her ear, and speaking in a husky lust filled voice* All I want right now is you... *his boner was pressed against her inner thigh, tempting and taunting. Grasping her shoulders, he turned her around with force, now face to face. He looked into her eyes for a moment before kissing her forcefully and pushing her against the smooth, cool wall. Hands wandering, massaging her breasts, her clit, anything they could get on, they worked hard and fast. In a moment, he slid into her gently, almost tenderly, which was out of character at the moment. Hips beginning to move with her rhythm, he ran his hands over her sweat slicked body. kissing her neck, lips, ears...everything* [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 17:20:15 09/02/04 Thu The floor...I want you to have more control. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Marrok [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 23:34:43 09/05/04 Sun *he kisses her as he moves with animal-like gracefulness to the cool white floor. As he continues to push into her..and then out..then it...then out..hips moving in a rhythmic pace, matching with hers. He runs a tounge along her neck, taking a deep, shuddering breath, hands almost shaking with passion and lust. He whispers in her ear* More control? *he moves so that he is on top, almost stradling her* Your wish is my command, m'lady. *he holds down her shoulders to get more leverage* [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 00:44:51 09/06/04 Mon [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Marrok [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 19:15:07 09/06/04 Mon *he let loose a soft moan of frenzied pleasure, loving the blood spilling forth. He could sence the moon, hiding behind the bright sky on the other side of the earth, and it called to him. Bite her flesh. Rip out her throat. Eat her heart. Leave nothing but bones . Stop it! Stop it! He nearly gasped as the final blows of tension were building inside of him, getting ready to spill forth his hot, sticky, juices. Motion of his hips going a little faster, tension in his thighs building and building...* [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 20:34:04 09/06/04 Mon Harder Marrok...faster...give it all. Tongue slid into the wound she'd made, licking under the flesh. Slender thighs were parted wider, allowing him better access to her requests. Yes, make her bleed from between her thighs. Take her like it was rape. Some might think her odd for liking it like that, but as long as her lovers didn't mind she didn't care. Rarely did she find one that didn't like it hard and fast. As rough as they could get it. The rougher it was, the more pleasureful. Moaning softly, Isis allowed her lips to fall away from his neck and press to his lips again. Tongue thrust dominantly into the warm cavern, his blood still in her mouth and on her tongue... [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Marrok [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 18:39:56 09/07/04 Tue *with her tounge in his, tasting the coppery liquid he adored so much...it was hard to bare. Slipping his tounge next to hers, massaging the small muscle, he was almost at climax. He was ravaging her body now, and wouldn't be at all surprised if she DID bleed from in between her legs. He opened his mouth, in the classic "o" form of climax..but something was still there. Her tounge. With blood. Unbearable. His canine teeth grew, much like fangs, teeth becoming more jagged and wolf like. And, with a hard clack of his teeth, came down upon the soft flesh of her tounge, connecting his sharp teeth, and pulling backwards in a ripping motion. I bet she never had that sort of experience* [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 23:29:38 09/07/04 Tue Extremely powerful crimson fluid filled both of their mouths, causing her to moan in pleasure. He'd probably taste the power, get high of off it like she did. Funny how she didn't worry about the bite. She knew that was how werewolves spread their disease, but she already had so much damn crap mixed in her blood that it probably wouldn't matter. As long as he didn't stop moving, as long as he kept up the pace. If he could do that, she wasn't likely to care too much at all about the damn bite. Her tongue would heal in minutes anyways. Hips were thrust up into his, urging him on. They were both almost there. Just a couple more times... [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Marrok [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 21:57:00 09/11/04 Sat *this was no lustful thing for him. This was with animal intent to damage or kill. Right at the height of his orgasm, his moan turned into a wolfish howl, accompanied by the symphony of crunching bones, moving organs, and beast like screams. Launching off his powerful hind legs not a moment after he came, he went straight to her throat. Nails now claw-like, he ripped at all the flesh he could get a hold of, powerful jaws snapping in the air and awaiting to connect with the soft flesh of her throat -- specifically her jugular vein. Ears growing slightly into a more pointed fashion, his tail bone extending to be truly tail-like, he was a beast. His human side was ashamed more often times than not about things like this. This near exact sitution had happened one too many times. Though never with an immortal. He always left his victims with only bones left...* [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 00:56:39 09/12/04 Sun Minx began to push herself up as soon as Marrok jumped off of her, her aura still glowing a soft pink all about her naked body. Fangs had enlargened greating, her own blood feeding that lust from the gash in her tongue. Crimson fluid dribbled down her chin, femme licking at it and growling softly in her throat. Bright green orbs focused upon the furry creature before her, narrowing slightly. She wasn't surprised when he lunged for her throat, but that didn't mean she had been completely ready. Almost as soon as his claws and teeth ripped at her flesh, it began to mend itself. She'd fed enough of her vampire side lately to heal much faster than usual. Hissing sound filled her throat, slipping past her lips as she bared her fangs like an animal. Her hiss quicky turned into a growl, only barely holding his deadly fangs from her throat. Hands were clamped about his canine-like head, fingers ripping at his fur. Yanking roughly, she snapped at him herself. Then her actual human brain took hold, causing her to think straighter, less like an animal. Femme concentrated, her solid form shimmering beneath the werewolf. It went from solid to gas-like, disappearing all together. Another shimmer and the clothing that had been so carefully folded disappeared as well. But not for too long. For some reason, this change in Marrok had Isis more curious than was probably good for her own health. Femme re-appeared before the door, fully dressed as she had been when she'd walked into the building. The pink glow still surrounded her, the femme having still not let go of her latch on Marrok's soul. She wouldn't kill him by stealing it, but this was her assurance that he couldn't harm her. Minx could cause him pain through his soul without killing him, assuring that she wouldn't get ripped apart before she made her escape. Jade spheres watched the beast, waiting for him to realize what she'd done... [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Marrok [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 21:06:23 09/12/04 Sun *he snarled and whirled about to where she stood at the door, standing like a human, panting slightly. He growled, his animal side angry she had gotten away* I have no soul. Don't think you have any power over me, wench. Succubus though you may be, you are powerless over a souless beast. *he snarles again, pain ripping through him like a tidal wave as he dropped to one knee, another howl ripping forth from his vocal chords. And, surprsingly, he was speaking like the friendly male he was not more than 2 hours ago* Isis...I'm sorry. *a cry of pain issued forth from him, fighting back his beast side* Go. Get away now. I..*sweat was pouring off of him as he struggled to maintain control* I don't want to hurt you...GO! *and snarl ripped forth from him and he launched off powerful hind legs into her form, thinking fleetingly she would probably just vaporize like she had before* [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 15:16:25 09/13/04 Mon Vixen watched the beast carefully as it snarled angrily and whipped about. Jade pools met with fiery animalistic ones, smirk tugging at her lips. It was probably wiser for her to be fearful of him, but Isis was fairly sure she feared nothing. Let alone a giant furry dog of sorts. At the gutteral words spoken by the creature, dark brow was raised. Fortunately for her, her succubus powers were far from all she held. It was more enjoyable to kill using those powers, but she had other ways. Thank you very much to her dear mother. Though she embraced her vampire side as well as her succubi side, neither had come from her mother. It was her amazing powers of sorcery she received from the woman that birthed her. Vixen licked her lips slightly, watching Marrok intently. Or rather, the newly transformed Marrok. Lips parted to allow speech, but his howl caused her to lose her train of thought. She'd thought he was done transforming, but apparently she had been wrong. Then again, it wasn't as if she'd ever really had much experience with werewolves. But with the change in his voice from gutteral to smooth and sexy once again, she took a slight step forward. It seemed as though Marrok was trying to fight his transformation. Which was exactly what he assured her of when he spoke. Brow furrowed at his words, minx becoming simple gas once again as the beast launched itself at her. Before her form completely shimmered away, softly spoken words entered into the beast's mind, but reached out to the human side of the male. You can't hurt me Marrok.....I'll be back... [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |