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Covens (Cassie x Onnen)

Started by Onnen, November 01, 2011, 05:34:02 AM

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Onnen


There was something about the girls innocence of it all that just made him want her to stay more, though as soon as those silver eyes of his slowly traveled themselves down her body, he nearly lost it. Truly he didn't know what layed behind the innocence of her coat and words, but he truly just couldn't help himself as soon as he saw the corset that hid her body from him. With that moving himself as close as he possibly could to the girl, hands slowly sliding over her shoulders and down her back now, resting themselves just above the very end of the corset, his nibbles and kisses moving from the side of her neck to the very center, and afterwords nuzzling himself into her chest. Hearing her heartbeat and feeling the warmth of her body, kissing lightly up the center of her neck and over her chin until his eyes finally met with hers for just a moment before he let go, and gently placed his lips to hers.


He moved his hands a bit lower, fingers curling lightly over curves of her rump before picking her up once more, giving her time to latch on a bit so she wouldn't fall, but afterwords, meeting his lips to hers once again. As soon as he got a good grip of her and was sure she wouldn't fall he moved over to the shower, stepping carefully into it before he placed the girl up against it's wall. His eyes meeting hers once more before his lips traveled once again to her neck, placing gentle and subtle kisses to her flesh, continuing to hold her up with one hand as he moved his other to her chest, teasing over the fabric of the front of her corset and over her breasts, wrapping a finger lightly around one of the strings that tied it and beginning to play with it, attempting to loosen it from her form.


Emotion slipped over him, and soon, waves of pure bliss, warmth and pleasure were all he could feel, and he hoped Cassie would feel it as well.
You got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God...and I absolutely hate the Fucker.

Staria

She whimpered his name slightly as he reached for the corset and she felt herself trembling, Part of her was confused but every nibble, every kiss was building something in her she couldn't name. This strange feeling... almost need she'd never felt before that had her body trembling beneath every touch...she touched his wrists as if to do something, but her final crumbling resistance was broken with that one look. It wasn't just lust, there was something she recognized. Need... He needed her, her warmth, her caring, in a way she'd never been needed before.

She released his wrists, one of her hands lifting to stroke his hair slightly. Her free hand fell to his hip and she pressed into the kiss, her normally non-existent pulse so high it made her dizzy. She would give herself to him, that much she knew. There was no more resistance in her, just tenderness, caring, and a growing lust that was so much more then that yet not.

A soft gasp of surprise escaped her still as he lifted her, she gripped onto him for balance, only to soon find herself between him and a wall. Even if she wanted to she couldn't stop it now, it had gone to far and she was his as long as he wanted no matter what happened. She held him closer, her hands falling to his shoulders once again. Her eyes couldn't leave his this time, all she could do was whimper and fall to the pleasure of his touch.

She felt a moan escape her as his lips touched her neck and her eyes closed. One hand again rose, stroking to the back of his head and her free arm wrapped around his hips slightly. The warmth filled her as she held close to him, her chest lifting over his fingers with the rapidness of her breath. Anticipation, pleasure, warmth.... it had all conquered her. He'd find the corset came away easily, the loops easy to loosen and the corset designed to be easily slipped on and off once it was loosened.

Onnen


His lust, his Desires, his needs and wants, if she didn't feel them yet, she sure as hell would now. His already shirtless form pressing lightly against hers, Cassie's moans and whimpers only fueling him onwards, continuing to place gentle kisses 'pon soft flesh of her neck and chest as his fingers continued their little game of pull with the strings of her corset, almost teasingly slow, teasing her body as it rose and fell with each quickened breathe she took. Finally without stalling any further he unloosened the last string of her corset keeping her body away from his, and slowly, almost cautiously began to slide it off of her form, eyes once more making contact with her own as he did so, taking care to drop the piece of clothing outside of the shower as his hands went back to work.


Truly he was surprised, unaware of the yummy body that layed beneathe the innocence of Cassie's clothing, fingers slowly tracing themselves up her exposed belly and to her breasts, hand sliding gently over her breast and coming to rest ontop of it, fingers lightly tracing their way over nipple as his kisses and nips found their way from her neck back to her lips, pressing his body boldly into hers. Free arm moving up her back to hold her around her waist, almost in a clingy sort of way to keep her close to him. He wanted to feel the warmth of her naked flesh against his own, eventually the hand that cupped her breast moving upwards to rest lightly 'pon the side of her face, moving a strand or two of hair away from her face as their lips met.


Every so often he'd mumble something, as if he were trying to say something, but truly, he was lost for words, and he'd simply let his actions and body do the talking for him.
You got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God...and I absolutely hate the Fucker.

Staria

Cassie opened her eyes briefly as he teased, whimpering softly. How could he play when she was feeling so tingly and warm all over, her body felt like it was on fire and instinctively she knew only he could quench it.  She pressed into his tracing fingers, gasping for breath even further. The delicate touch... it brought a longing she couldn't remember. She didn't know where it came from, she couldn't remember, but the longing was deep and old and strong.

She leaned into his lips, pressing harder into the kiss. Her innocence hid a passion that her empathy made even stronger. She pressed her hand to his hip, pulling their bodies closer as she moaned helplessly into his lips. She now felt the same need, she was his, and it showed in her wide blue eyes. She removed her glasses slowly, she could see close up anyway, and placed them aside for safety. She then turned back to him, putting her hands against his jaw and stroking it tentatively with her thumbs. Slowly she leaned forward, giving him the gentlest of kisses.

Onnen


Onnen's hands continued enjoying Cassie's body, fingers lightly tracing over every delicate curve and tickling the back of her neck somewhat, if not only to have her head fall back and have more access to her neck as it was exposed, kisses and nibbles turning into tiny soft bites and gentle suckles 'pon flesh. Every kiss and every touch fueled his desires further, and every time she pulled him to her and pressed into their kisses, he felt like he had gone to heaven. Literally feeding off of each others lust and desires, tilting his head curiously a bit to the side as she slid her glasses off, once more staring into those lovely eyes of hers and damned near melting as she kissed him.


His body gently grinding somewhat into her own, hand still resting lightly on her cheek as he let his eyes slowly close as they kissed, letting himself fall into a state of pure lust. He couldn't remember the last time he felt like this with another person, let alone, actually could understand and enjoy the warmth shared between the two, once more his free hand traveling down the center of her back to begin fiddling with whatever other clothing she still had on her being, afterwords adding it to the mounting pile of clothes that littered the bathroom floor now, all the while keeping her as close to his body as he could, not wanting to leave her, craving her warmth and body.
You got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God...and I absolutely hate the Fucker.

Staria

Cassie moaned, her head tilting back almost obediently at his touch. His teasing fingers were almost to much to bare and her body trembled beneath him. For a moment she was her teachers pet, she wasn't a weapon, she wasn't even an empath, she was just her... laid bare of even her clothing. A loving, gentle, passionate soul... now unable to hold back as each nibble and soft bite pulled helpless moans from her lips. Only his touch mattered, only he mattered, and for a moment she was as close to simply a woman as a vampire such as she could get.

She pressed into him as she found herself nude, almost as if she was cold. then again... she did feel cold without him now. She pressed into his neck and throat, moaning against it as he rubbed against her.  It was not a sound of an innocent holding back anymore, it was a sound of pure longing, lust... almost pleading. She could not remember a lover, a face, a past, but her body remembered how to touch, how to curve into a man... how to need someone so much you couldn't breath. She pressed her lips gently on his neck briefly as she moaned, one hand stroking his cheek as the other fled to lay on his hip. She only touched her tongue across his neck for a moment, feeling the need to taste him...to smell him... to bury herself in him.

Onnen


Onnen let out a small moan of pleasure, nuzzling himself against her neck before removing the rest of his clothing as well. It was strange how one simple moment of happiness led to both of their clothes on the floor leading to the shower and their nude bodies pressed against each other, feeding off of each others warmth and desires. He felt a small shiver run up his spine when her lips found his neck, letting his head fall slightly to the side so she could have all the free space she desired, letting himself fall back a small bit as he found himself sitting against the shower wall now, carefully sitting Cassie in his lap as hands moved down her sides slowly to rest 'pon her hips.


Nibbling lightly at her ear and nuzzling at her cheek, hands gripping her hips lightly and pulling him close to him so they're bodies met with each other almost perfectly, his heart beating faster than ever before. He was loving every moment of the two just letting themselves get lost, the warmth, the feel of her touch, her lips, their bodies almost seeming like they were pleading for each other. Still unable to bring himself to words, but more comfortable with her even in silence then he thought possible.
You got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God...and I absolutely hate the Fucker.

Staria

She flushed slightly as she heard him moan, knowing she had caused it. It filled her with a strange sense of fulfillment she couldn't explain and she found herself nibbling softly over towards his jaw. She pressed into him as tight as she could, whimpering at even the light nibble. She let out a soft, helpless sound. It felt so good, to taste him, to explore him, to be touched by him... and yet it was a slow and gentle torture for some reason she couldn't explain.

Her heart skipped a beat as he pulled her hips closer for a reason she couldn't explain and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders so she could push into him tighter. She nuzzled his neck with closed eyes, her breath rough and light. She felt herself scrap her fangs gently across him as he had her, fighting the inner pull. The urge to bite and be bitten was strong... perhaps it was simply because what she was, perhaps it was something else...

Onnen


Onnen did have to admit he enjoyed teasing the girl somewhat, though his own needs were quickly surpassing his playful cuddling. Nuzzling once more into her and letting her fall into him, enjoying the feel of her nuzzling into his neck, feeling her breathe across his chest, holding her close to him in an almost loving embrace. Hand slowly sliding up her stomach and over her breasts once more in order to gently hold her chin, lifting her face to his once more, the look of pure lust and desire in his eyes told the story, almost like he was staring into her soul, afterwords placing a gentle, passion filled kiss 'pon her lips.


It was the most Human he'd felt in a long, long while. Giving a small little smile and chuckle, at the moment, he just couldn't take in just how lovely she looked, those beautiful blue eyes and delicious body sitting in his lap, fingers letting themselves leave her chin in order to explore her body once more. Aroused, lost in lust and the beauty of the woman before him, once again finding himself trying to speak, but unable to form words, before long his teasing grinding returned, letting their bodies feel each other before he couldn't handle it anymore, once more looking into her eyes full of lust and wanting.


"Are you okay with this?..." he wasn't sure why he was asking her, here they were, both naked and getting lost in each others desires, maybe he was just shy, but mainly, he just wanted to know what was going through her mind, wanting to know what she wanted, he wanted her to open up and let go just as he was ready to, hand gripping pon her hip a bit as he rolled his own hips slightly, hardened length making itself obvious now. He was being gentle with her, careful and slow, something he really couldn't remember ever doing, but he wanted to make her happy, let her feel the joy and pleasure he felt...thank her for unlocking his emotions.
You got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God...and I absolutely hate the Fucker.

Staria

"yes." She more moaned the word then spoke it, trembling at the press of his hips and length. She pressed harder into his neck, half nibbling at his ear as her hands clasped his back. She watched him, pressing into each kiss, each touch. She'd never felt so vulnerable, but neither had she ever felt so at peace... so safe. It felt like nothing could reach her here, well nothing but the man who currently had her at his mercy. All she really knew for sure was she didn't want him to stop...She looked up at him with eyes full of lust, caring... and trust.

Onnen


The sounds of whatever else everyone was doing disappeared from his mind, he was rather sure the door was locked this time, giving a smile and a shake of the head because at this moment, he didn't give a fuck if anyone heard the two enjoying each other. He was happy to have her there with him, grateful she had come to check on him, grateful she showed that she cared. His hands on her hips gripping them and moving over lucious curves to rest 'pon her lower back. "...Thank you, Cassie" giving a loving nuzzle to the girl and a gentle kiss 'pon the side of her neck, fangs scraping lightly down her neck and to the crook of her shoulder.


Sometimes being a Vampire brought some interesting opportunities when one was caught in an intimate moment, but he wouldn't bite just yet. Slowly he sat himself down a slightly bit more in the shower, making sure she was perfectly straddeled into his lap, for a moment just letting his eyes wander the girls body, unable to help himself from how beautiful she looked, hand straying away from her lower back and moving over her belly, resting on her breast and massaging lightly, fingers playing teasefully with nipple as he positioned her over him, teasing her sex with the tip of his length, just wanting to hear that lovely moan of hers once more.


Before long, unable to help himself as he let hand on her lower back pull her as close as possible to him, having control over her body for the time being and slowly, beginning to slide her down onto him, slowly and gently, carefully even. Once again he was being slow and gentle with her, not wanting to startle her in any way, but also, just savoring the moment, taking in every ounce of pleasure felt to him as he lowered her slowly inch by inch inside of her, burying his head into the crook of her shoulder as he did so, letting a low groan of pleasure escape his lips as he did so.
You got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God...and I absolutely hate the Fucker.

Staria

Cassie shivered at the kiss and moaned softly, biting her own lip ever so gently and closing her eyes. At the touch of his scraping fangs she tilted her head to leave her throat vulnerable on instinct. A sign of complete submission that she must have learned but her mind did not remember, only her body. A sign that pretty much said 'I trust you, do what you want with me'.  However, her neck was also sensitive so perhaps his teasing simply felt that good ...

Her breasts reacted to the teasing with just as much instinct and longing as the rest of her, the nipples growing harder beneath his fingertips. She blushed, gripping the back off his head and his back to hold herself closer and half hide against his neck. She knew her body was showing her longing, showing her lust that had her breath so rapid it teased her chest against his.

She couldn't help but let out a small sound that was almost a cry as she felt herself being entered. Her soft moan was as drawn out as he was forcing his teasing entrance to be. Her back arched slightly with pleasure and surprise and her legs trembled as they pulled tighter around him. She could barely breath, and she dipped her head towards his. Without thinking she kissed along his jaw, wanting to feel his skin beneath her lips...her fangs.

Onnen


Onnen continued burying himself into her neck as she seemed to do as well, biting his lower lip somewhat as he continued to lower her inch by inch onto him. Pent up stress, emotions and lust simply let themselves go when he finally felt himself inside of her, and finally felt himself in her completely, nuzzling deeply into the crook of her neck and enjoying the pure bliss of the moment, wanting to stay there forever. Once he was done savoring the moment he moved his head lightly, enjoying the kisses under his jaw, feeling her warm breathe against his skin, letting his head fall back as well. He trusted her, and she could do whatever she wished to him, it wasn't like he was going to complain about it.


His arm gripped around her lower back a bit more as he began to slowly let her body rise, and then just as slowly, fall back down. Almost like the two were breathing together, keeping their motions matching each other as he began his thrusts. Gentle, loving, caring, every motion he made between the two meaning to bring the maximum amount of desire and pleasure out in the other, every so often biting his lower lip in order to keep a supressed groan or two from escaping, though they echoed through his chest and were very obvious, at least to Cassie. He wanted to ravage every inch of her body, to have her for his own, even if just for the one fleeting moment they shared.


Once more his lips moving back to find her own, nipping lightly at them as well, eyes half lidded over, full of passion, continuing their slow, almost loving motions into each other, moving her body just a bit faster as things went along, picking up the pace just perfectly, not to slowly, and not to quickly, simply taking in every lovely thrust and ounce of pleasure that was being felt.
You got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God...and I absolutely hate the Fucker.

Staria

Cassie playfully continued to nip and kiss at his throat and jaw a moment, attracted to the sensitive places perhaps simply because she was so sensitive there. She snuggled deeper into his throat, however as he continued to thrust, her hands gripping his shoulders as if for balance. She felt her legs tighten around him, unable to keep from moaning gently.

Each thrust brought a small sound deep in her throat even as she tried to suppress it, her mind for once empty of all thoughts. All that mattered right now was him, and truly he had his wish.... she was his now whether she meant to be or not. Whether she was ravaged or cuddled she was his, and a lustful groan showed it as he kissed her lips and she pressed into the kiss with passion.

She let out a soft cry at the nip, pushing to kiss him deeper as she tried to suppress the sounds of excitement deep in her throat. The soft whimpers grew louder as he picked up the pace, her tongue almost shyly reaching to deepen his kiss only for her to pull back and hide in his throat. She whispered his name quietly, a soft, impassioned,  helpless sound.

Onnen


Onnen nuzzled lightly into her as she hid again, bringing a hand up to run fingers lightly through her hair and hold her close to him, eyes closing as he continued his steady pace, every now and then a moan escaping, letting her now just how much he was enjoying it all. Hands fell back down her sides, resting on her hips again and slowly, beginning to become a bit rougher with his movements. Pushing to make her moan, he wanted to hear that lovely voice of hers in ecstasy, and wanted to make her happy.


His hips rolled into hers, making sure every motion wasn't wasted, and slowly letting himself fall forward as soon as he was sure she had a good enough hold on him, especially with her legs wrapped around him as he gently layed her onto her back, giving a small little smile as he let his fingers trace themselves up her smooth stomach, fingers "walking" up it until his hand was at her breasts again, letting hands lightly pass over them until they they were at her jaw once more, placing a lustful kiss on her throat and then to her lips, Free hand falling to grip hold of her hip as he began to thrust a bit more slowly, but with each slow thrust came more power, more roughness...more passion, letting his length enter her fully each time.


He wanted to tell her to let her emotions go and let it out, but he was pretty sure his body language, the motion of his hands and his new style of thrusting told the whole story to her, letting a loud groan escape from him, burying his face into the side of her neck.
You got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God...and I absolutely hate the Fucker.

Staria

The rougher thrusts quickly pulled a few helpless moans from her lips and she held his shoulders tighter. Her back arched with pleasure and she could only tremble as her body began to lose itself in ecstasy, already getting close to her first release. Her moans grew louder as he pushed in more..passion, unable to move as she gasped beneath him and was laid against the floor.

As he trailed his fingers up her body she couldn't help but moan his name, her hand raising to his cheek and hair. She pushed into the lustful kisses, her body curling towards his lips as if her life depended on it. She began to rock her hips instinctively beneath the onslaught, surrendering to her passion, to lust, to him. She couldn't stop, then again with her pleasure about to peak and release over him she could barely breath. All she could do was kiss over his shoulder and whisper his name over and over, resisting the temptation to bite even as her fangs scrapped his flesh gently.

Onnen


Every moan the girl made fueled him, every bit of stress that had been feeling like it was killing him slowly washed away with each moan and each gentle touch from the girl. Nipping lightly at her lips and down her chin to find her neck again, burying himself into the crook of her shoulder as he pulled himself back slightly, only to give one, quick, powerful thrust back into her. Watching her body as he did so, loving the way it reacted to his touch and his motions. He rocked his hips in matching pace and tone with her own, letting his tongue slide lightly over her warm flesh, loving her taste, and almost tasting the warm blood that flowed beneath.


He knew she wanted to sink her fangs, he knew because he wanted to do the same, resisting his urges for the time being and pre-occupying his mouth with her flesh, kissing lightly down her chest until he was at her breasts once more, laying gentle kisses pon them, lips teasing nipples lightly before suckling gently 'pon them, tongue flicking lightly at nipple. His thrusts got rougher and rougher, gripping her hip as much as he could without hurting her, his breath quickening with the quickened pace, whispering her name under his breathe lightly as eyes made their way back up her body and to her face.


A very light flush on his face, his eyes full of lust and desire for the girl. Continuing to kiss and suckle at her breasts, giving little love bites here and there to her chest before laying a gentle lick right up the middle of her throat followed by kisses to her chin and small, periodic kisses to her lips. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this passionate, open with someone before. Hard member finding its way fully inside of her with each thrust once more, causing waves of pleasure to shoot up his spine and causing him to shiver as well and release a rather loud moan. His mind pre-occupied with pushing her over the edge, wanting her to release herself to him, for the same waves of pleasure he felt to be felt by her ten fold. "cute.." was all he could really say, eyes still traveling over that yummy body of hers, but more less, he just wanted to see that cute little innocent smile of hers, to flatter her.


He was such a big tease.
You got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God...and I absolutely hate the Fucker.

Staria

Cassie's body arched as far as it could go at the sudden, powerful thrust, letting out a stifled cry of pleasure as every muscle tensed. She was to close to the edge she could nearly scream and her hands crossed onto his back, as if to try and keep herself contained. His lips then touched her breasts, causing a gasp at the new sensation. She let out a long, drawn out moan as her muscles spasmed around his length and she released. Momentarily she was in heaven, her body ruling every thought, every sensation...or rather his touch ruling all. The burst of pleasure made her half scream and burying her lips against his shoulder was the only way it was contained. Her first orgasm... and now her body was even more sensitive to his sensual torment.

It happened just as he said cute and soon Cassie's face was red as a tomato. She did smile but she also covered her face with her hands as if to hide with the blush. A soft helpless laugh escaped her breathlessly. She trembled, her sensitive body still wrapped around him and burning from his touch. She panted slightly, her hips still arched to meat his. She couldn't pull away now, he had overwhelmed her and until her body stopped tingling she wasn't sure she could even move. What had just happened....

Onnen


Onnen groaned in pleasure, thrusting into her as if his life depended on it, loving the feel of the two together as one. Her body against his, the way her back arched, the noises she made, it was enough to almost drive the man crazy with desire, hearing her moaning getting louder and feeling her bodies reaction, he knew she was close, and it made him just thrust and power into her even more, pushing and pushing to make her go over the edge, moaning loudly in ecstasy all the while and just before she released, laying a long, delicate, passionate kiss on her lips.


Large smile on his face as he saw her face, giving a chuckle..she was just so god damn adorable. The laugh making him want her just that much more as he gently moved his hand to hers in order to move them away from her face, she wanted to see her, to see her eyes, her flush, that smile, and to place yet another kiss upon her lips. He stayed deep inside of her for the time being, allowing her a moments rest before slowly, his thrusts began again, nice and slow, a lovers pace, gentle, enough to take advantage of how sensitive she was to him now. Sure he was milking every moment of it, but he was lost in heaven and lust, and truly he wasn't even sure how long they'd been in the shower without the shower actually being on...then looking down at the beauty beneath him made him realize he didn't care, he was just glad to share the moment.


With that he'd slowly wrap his arms around her waist as she arched her back once more, picking her up once more and placing her against the wall, making sure her legs were nice and comfortable around his waist as a free hand went out to mess lightly with the shower knobs. Maybe before hand he would of felt the coldness of the water at first as it began to freely fall from the shower head onto him, but he was too damn warm and felt too damn good to feel the cold waters sting, of course adjusting it to be just perfect and warm, letting his hair get wet and watching the streams of water slowly slide down that delicious body of hers, lowering his head down to her chest to lightly lick up a stream of it from her breasts to the center of her neck once more, once again beginning his slow paced loving thrusts into her while she was against the wall.


If she wanted to let go, she could, he wouldn't stop her, but his body was stuck in desire for hers, and he felt himself getting closer and closer to falling over the edge as well, nibbling lightly at the center of her neck before placing a kiss 'pon her adams apple. "Happy?.."
You got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God...and I absolutely hate the Fucker.

Staria

Cassie whimpered as the thrusts began again, closing her eyes as her body trembled beneath his touch.  She clung to him, unable to keep from panting still. She felt desire but was also almost on emotional overload and her hands shook as they pressed into his hair. She moaned softly at the lick, her head falling back slightly as her hair began to cling to her. Her neck lay bare as he teased it and nibbled at it. She blushed at the question, only able to nod as she tried to gather her strength but she was enthralled to deep in the empathy. All she could do was answer a soft yes, riding the emotions like a wave as her body pressed to his.