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Covens (Cassie x Onnen)

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

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Loving slow pace continued, nuzzling up against Cassie as hands slowly slid over her body, fingers curling over every delicate curve, finger tips teasing every bit of warm beautiful flesh, moving a lock of her wet hair away from her face so he could give a small smile to her as they continued their fun. Truly she could of asked him to stop at any point now or done something else, he wouldn't of minded. He was glad to have pushed her over the edge and make her feel as good as he did, soon as he did before picking up his pace, holding her close to him and letting his forehead rest somewhat against the shower wall next to her ear, giving small nuzzles and nips to her earlobe every now and then.


He felt himself slowly getting closer and closer to release, and his body language made it obvious, and if it didn't, his moans and groans sure as hell would, body tensing up slightly as he continued to thrust into her, whispering her name into her ear and burying his face into her neck somewhat as if to let her know he was close, fangs gently teasing at her flesh and biting down ever so gently, not enough to break skin, but just to tease the girl. Thrusts growing in power and quickness and beginning to pant somewhat, eyes closing as he felt himself at the very brink.


It was probably a good thing the shower was running now...they could just wash each other off nice and slow like and still be warm and cuddly together, and sarah wouldn't have to worry about any mess that was left behind.
You got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God...and I absolutely hate the Fucker.

Staria

Cassie shuddered, moaning gently as she felt him thrust and tease at her. Never had her body been so sensitive, every light brush of his fingers sending shivers down her spine. As he nibbled her and whispered her name she leaned closer into him, nuzzling his throat. She couldn't' stop it, she wanted to be closer. There was no space between them, their emotions already joined but still the longing to be closer sat there.

Almost against her own will she bit into him gently, her bite pleasurable beyond measure due to her powers. Even if he hadn't been close he would be now as she took a little of his blood, blushing deeply only to pull her fangs away with a soft moan. No... she couldn't.... she started to say she was sorry but she could only moan now. She was both satisfied and yet so over stimulated she was unable to even move or keep her eyes open.

Onnen


Onnen was rather surprised when she finally decided to bite...though pleasently satisfied. He knew she wanted to, and truth be told...he kind of wanted her to as well. It was strange, he'd never actually wanted to be bitten before, hell the only time he'd ever been bitten was when he'd been turned, the scar from the bite long since faded away with time. He let himself groan lightly at the bite, nuzzling deep into the crook of her shoulder as she did so. Continuing to thrust and pant heavily until he felt himself unable to hold back any further, sliding himself out of her as he felt his orgasm hit him like a wave of pure bliss, shivers sent up his spine, even causing him to visibly shiver.


He stood there with his face buried into the crook of her neck and shoulder for a moment, panting heavily and nibbling lightly on her flesh, attempting to regain himself. Hard Length still stood, still ready and still willing, though his body was physically drained. With that he slowly began to let cassy down off of her position on the wall so they could both stand. "Don't be sorry...go ahead" a bit of blood fell from the wound, mixing quickly with the water and disappearing as it fell off his body and down the drain. He'd let her bite...after all...he wanted to bite her as well, but would wait until she had finished first. Hands falling to rest on her sides and holding her close to him in embrace, letting the water fall over both of them and wash away their stress and problems.
You got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God...and I absolutely hate the Fucker.

Staria

Cassie whimpered, trying to resist the tempting offer but the assassin had been conquered and she could not tell him no. Slowly she licked the wound until it closed, taking only the loose blood. Still she could feel something ...strange coming over her. Like a line connecting them both, almost a physical tie between their wrists. She stroked over his shoulders and back, closing her eyes as she moaned gently at the taste of him and being so near him. He had power just as she did and being so willingly given it was being shared ...with her. He was connected with memory, not emotion, but she felt nothing different yet...

No all she could feel was his nearness, his taste, his smell. Slowly she pulled away her hair, leaving her throat open to him. She wanted him to feel it to.. the connection so deep it made your hearts beat as one if only for a moment. Perhaps the old myth was true.... that a vampire most desired the blood of those they were closest to.

Onnen


Onnen didn't feel the connection at first, too lost in lust and desires at the moment. Maybe he'd feel it later when they finally left the rest room. He gave a small little moan as he felt her tongue lapping up whatever was left of his blood from the bite, hand moving to caress the side of her face, thumb lightly rubbing cheek and staring into her eyes, giving a small smile to let her know it was okay and she had nothing to apologize for. As soon as she exposed her neck to him he tilted his head curiously to the side, waiting for a moment before slowly scraping his fangs against exposed flesh of her neck and slowly sunk them in, almost immediately, the taste and power of her blood hit him.


Eyes flashing a bright red crimson for a moment before literally in the blink of an eye, they returned to their bright silver state. Lapping up and suckling gently pon the flesh around the wound, giving a few nibbles and love bites here and there until every last drop was lapped up and the wound closed. It was at that moment that he felt exactly as she felt, the happiness, the lust, the satisfaction, everything. He may of been too tired or exhausted to realize fully how connected they were now...but he'd probably find it soon enough, afterwords giving a small laugh and a shake of his head before placing a gentle kiss pon' her lips again and gently letting his hands slide over her wet body, washing her off.
You got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God...and I absolutely hate the Fucker.

Staria

Cassie blushed and moaned softly as she was bitten, finally calmed down enough to feel embarrassed. Yet she knew she didn't regret any of this...whatever this was. Sex must be part of it but there was something else too... and she melted into his hands, leaning harder against him. She  couldn't resist returning the kiss, shivering as he touched her. It seemed like such a tease in comparison.

Still, she began to wash him gently, playing with a few strands of his hair briefly. There was something...soothing in this and freed from the sheer overwhelming amount of lust she'd earlier held she could study his body more. She noted each scar, each muscle. It made her flush even brighter though she wasn't sure why. Softly she cuddled her head into his shoulder and closed her eyes briefly, utterly content.