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Post by silverdust on Jan 2, 2006 9:17:59 GMT -7
Damn, damn, damn, damn!
The heat from her body was infectious, as if the forsaken Inferno was reaching upward to swallow him. The claws made a sudden, sharp gash, cutting deeply into the flesh. The blood spilt down his paw, dripping into the perfect whiteness of her tail, like the bloom of roses upon snow. Though he could feel that terrible want rip through his body, he still managed to glare into those sultry, soulless orbs, so like his own but burning with that succubus spark.
"A trial by fire," he spat with venom, his voice a low hiss almost as a serpent's, the rage giving it a sensuous bite all it's own. His body trembled violently, still fighting against lustful urges that racked it, a battle he had fought daily. Each touch of her body to his he was painfully aware of, the cloying feather-lightness of her breath, the silken touch of her fur, the heat, the searing heat...
With a strangled cry he attempted to pull away, but the first frantic twists of his injured limb sent daggers of agony ripping through his flesh. He fell into a twisted heap on the ground, the splotches of red dancing before his eyes, intensified by his near hysteric state. The tail curled about his arm still held him.
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Post by tigs on Jan 2, 2006 10:30:54 GMT -7
She gasped in small surprise as he ripped through that perfect fur, and although she pretended to be alarmed, a part of her murmured deep in her throat with delight. That was one question taken from her, he didn't mind pain! Well, at least, he could withstand it...
She brought her tail to her lips and licked it once, savouring the taste, before licking it twice more and sighing softly. Trial by fire? Oh she was no such thing, the heat he was being submerged into, was simply a reminder of the hell he'd dwell in eternally. After all, his foolish gods must scorn even the aknowledgements of lust! And he was very, painfully aware of what his body screamed for.
She wrapped her tail around his hand again and held fast as he struggled, and watched him fall to the ground with an intensified hunger. So weak, so helpless... she could make him feel better... She knelt down beside him and laid a gentle kiss on his neck, jaw, and cheek. "I'm not so bad... I can make the pain feel better..." She whispered, her mouth hovering only inches from his.
In her anthro form, she was lovely, though in her normal form she was a little more... boyish looking. The clear mark of a bisexual. She liked to look like both genders. But it was this form that won over the male side of it. The prominant curves and sultry eyes. "Where does it hurt... here?" She asked, bending down and kissing the wound, being careful not to put too much pressure on with her tongue, though she so wanted to hear him cry out...
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Post by silverdust on Jan 2, 2006 11:11:12 GMT -7
((I'm not really sure I should continue before the other replies yet ^^;  ) |
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Rhayeqasr
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Post by Rhayeqasr on Jan 3, 2006 17:19:34 GMT -7
((ahh, three other people are hard to role play with))
Deybi watched as the Desire turned her attentions to the Lapine. As the burial talked and brought harm to himself, the Puppet Master turned to smile at the Cannibal. He was just as his mate had said, he did not have the hunger that drove so many others of his type. He was... softer. She nodded her approval, "Your mate did not lie to me," she said this more to herself. Biase had asked to be apart of Deybi's cast-to-be, and the Recollection promised to think on the subject. However, how would the Amnesia puppet react to Deybi's current company?
"I met your mate, Biase, within the Alleyways," she looked around the cospe, hoping no more company was to arrive. She had enough on her hands already. "She mentioned you two were in search of a cast to join," she smiled again, still thinking about who she was to form a cast with. What types, breeds, and personalities was she looking for? "To breed, I'd assume?"
She glanced over to the Puppet Master and the Lapine once more, and took a step in their direction, wondering if she should join them. As she made her mind to stay back and get to know that Cannibal better, she sat on the ground, her large paws playing gently in the dirt. She had been meaning to meet this Cannibal, after all.
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Post by silverdust on Jan 8, 2006 8:27:51 GMT -7
Torture of the most exwuistie kind, he could think of no other words for it. The kisses that she laid so gently, so tenderly, like a scourge, a brand that burned on his skin. He bit back the strangled cry, he would not give her that pleasure. He could see that burning want for his submission in those soul-eating eyes, like perfect iridescent pearls, a vague innocence that would consume and destroy in her succubus games. Her breath was fire on his lips as she hovered, a damned angel brilliant in the purity of her white coat. He looked away from those eyes, mind screaming against whatever demonic urges racked his form still. Forgive me Father for I have sinned, forgive me Father for I have sinned, forgive me Father for I have sinned, forgivemeFatherforIhavesinned....
A half scream, a half moan tore from his throat as those lips pressed against his own frenzied wound, the serpent's toungue darting about the blood and flesh with a pain that he had almost come to relish. Pain was purity, but this was sin, sin in the finest, most lovely form. With a snarl she shifted into anthro form, matching hers in the lithe beauty of it, the scars of his trials wore evident in the shortened fur. He gripped her slender shoulders, the claws digging into the soft, tender porcelain flesh, pushing her away. He snarled into those eyes, that perfect mouth dripping with his own blood.
"I won't be damned any further, not for you..." his own voice held a demonic tone, reminiscent of years of suppressed want, an almost monster realeased of the chaos of his dark desires.
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Post by silvertip on Jan 8, 2006 14:04:47 GMT -7
MaKeaJa looked at the Lapine. he wanted to go help him. his gaze went from the burial then to Deybi. a half smile came upon his muzzle. he felt very proud, he didn't give into cannibal hungers. however that came with a price. he always felt so empty inside. and that his heritage had been betrayed. he called it a curse, one that lingers and attaches itself to him ever so often.
he listened to her further. "yes, to breed." he nodded. what would the burial bunny think of that? he wondered. it didn't matter. he watched and knew she wanted to go over to the Desire and Burial. he did to, to help the him. the blood from the Lapine drifted over him, circling, insnaring. he shook his head. "what happend with you and my mate?" he asked in a smile.
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Post by tigs on Jan 8, 2006 15:38:13 GMT -7
His torture made her pulse race, her breath catch in her throat. It was beautiful and erotic, so pure and raw. And wrong. Wrong to him, perhaps, but so right to her. She watched him fall into her eyes and gave a triumphantly beautiful smile. As her lips met the wound, she knew a part of him would be comfortable with it, enjoy it even, for there were plenty of marks made onto his form by his own teeth and claw. The sound which tore from his throat brought a breathy sigh from her own, with a purring groan followed close behind.
She was surprised when he pushed her away, but a slight pout was all that was given, shattered by the impish smile remaining on her lips. She used his own momentum to bring him in against her body, locking her hands behind his back. "But you're already damned. What's the use in trying to save yourself now? Surely a little more can't hurt, my lovely." One of her delicate hands traced a single, straight line down his spine, twirling her fingertips in the short fluff of hair which rested at his very lower back.
"Listen to that voice... one as dark and tainted as I've ever heard. There's no saving you now, you might as well give in..." Her lovely upper bodice brushed across his without accident, and a shaking laugh came from her throat. His neck was so bare and visible, her lips were drawn to it. She felt eyes on her back and wondered if Deybi longed for this attention from her. It was obvious the canine was by far too... domesticated for such things, surely he'd be faithful to the supposed mate he had, but Deybi. Oh she seemed like she wanted to play, and surely her precious lapine would agree that it was oh so much fun...
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Post by Rhayeqasr on Jan 8, 2006 15:55:55 GMT -7
She looked at the Cannibal, quite an interesting creature. "Aye, your mate spat upon a lovely puppet," She smiled, remembering the Puppet who caught her eye. "It was only after that she asked to be a part of my cast." But soon her attention drifted to the Burial and Desire. Something about this pained her... she couldn't be jealous of the affections the Burial was getting? No, that wasn't it... it was the Burial's resistance to the Desire. Why would he deny himself an obviously beautiful Puppet Master?
She stepped towards the two once again, and desided it better to let the Master work alone. Perhaps it was time for her to leave?
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Post by silvertip on Feb 15, 2006 17:14:03 GMT -7
the canine smiled innocentley at the Puppet Master. oh well, I'm so sorry. he said to her. he wasn't sure if this would be the right time to ask her, and what was his mate thinking? his teeth clenched, he felt as it was now or never. can we jion your casts-to-be? he asked sternly hanging on to the last word that slid off his tongue. the waiting seemed to be forever. he started to regret asking that after what she said.
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