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] Date Posted: 00:44:51 09/06/04 Mon In reply to: Marrok 's message, "∙.∙. We dance in Misery .∙.∙" on 23:34:43 09/05/04 Sun [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous 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 ] |