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Post by orson on Feb 5, 2009 11:25:24 GMT -6
Rhian had let the dress fall to the floor, and Orson saw that she was wearing absolutely nothing under it. Then she had began to undress him. He let her, as his overcoat slid off his arms, and fell behind him, his shirt came up over his head, and was tossed to the floor, his black dress pants slid off, after his belt had been remvoed, and finally, his shoes and socks came off. Now, all that was left was his briefs.
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Post by rhianmorgan on Feb 5, 2009 13:24:09 GMT -6
He towered over her, his face pale and his eyes grey shadows against soft blackness of his glossy, swept back hair, and the midnight darkness of his clothes now removed. Rhian’s whole body trembled as her fingers skimmed his naked body, tracing his toned hard curves on his back and chest.
She let her hand slide down his back, her nails digging into that white ivory. Pressing her naked self against him she could not fail to be aware of his erection; a bold, pointing rod of swollen flesh beneath his briefs. It seemed huge, self-confident, insolent even – infinitely desirable yet blemished by its own arrogance, just like its master.
She titled her head slightly back, so that she was looking up into Orson’s eyes.
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Post by orson on Feb 5, 2009 14:39:50 GMT -6
Orson felt Rhian's body tremble as she pressed her naked figure against his own. He brought his hands down, to silde his briefs off, as they traveled down his strong legs. He stepped out of them, as he had done with his pants.
As Rhian continued pressing her beautiful, naked, body against his, Orson leaned down, as she looked up, and gave her another soft, gentle, kiss on those lush lips. Then, he trailed the kiss down, bending his back slightly, as his lips trailed down her neck. There, they stopped. Orson grazed his ivory fangs against her neck, as he began to kiss it.
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Post by rhianmorgan on Feb 6, 2009 12:55:34 GMT -6
Rhian gasped as she felt the points of his fangs graze her delicate neck. She closed her eyes and reacted to his kisses, sending little waves of pleasure across her body. His kiss on her throat burned with an icy flame of passion so strong it seemed to sear the flesh with an exquisite pain.
He was so strong, so solid, he seemed immovable as Rhian clung to him, powerless to resist her own carnal urges to make love to him. She writhed in his embrace. Rhian groaned, now slightly pulling away from him, her hands sliding between her body and his, caressing both his chest and her own breasts simultaneously.
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Post by orson on Feb 14, 2009 22:41:43 GMT -6
Orson moved his hands down slightly, again. This time, he rested them back at her waist. She had moved her own hands, and that were now lying between them, grazing both their chests. Now was the moment he would move to the next step of the process.
Keeping his hands on her waist, he slowly turned, bringing her with him. They were now standing at the very foot of the bed of the hotel room. Orson then fell back, onto the bed. He had landed, on his back, bringing her with him. They were now both laying on the bed, naked. He was laying on his back, and she was laying on top of him, with one of her legs on each side of his, which were put together slightly.
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Post by rhianmorgan on Feb 16, 2009 19:50:36 GMT -6
They fell onto the bed together with Rhian ontop. She sat across him legs parted. She gave an urgent gasp of lust as she heaved her hips onto him, inviting him inside of her. Rhian groaned as she moved to plunge himself into her. She thrusted onto him, moving her hips rhythmically. Each stroke a new level of sensation.
Rhian revelled in the power and the control of being ontop. She arched her back as she continued the speeding motions. Her hair beat against her back in unity with the movement. At last she had what she wanted!
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Post by orson on Feb 16, 2009 20:05:06 GMT -6
Orson, and Rhian had fallen back onto the bed. Almost instantly, Rhian had thrust herself onto him. He had easily entered inside her, and he was letting her take control of the moment. She had been thrusting, in a rhythm, causing more and more pleasure to the both of them.
She had arched her back, and Orson put his hands up, grasping her waist with the palms of his hands. He had been waiting for this moment for so long. All the memories of the week he spent with her long ago, but only stayed for a moment. The pleasure wiped them out of his head. He just let her take control, and thrust her hips onto him, cuasing him to go deeper, and deeper, inside her, with each thrust.
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Post by rhianmorgan on Aug 5, 2009 19:27:47 GMT -6
Rhian danced with longing luxurious movements as she controlled the beat of their love making. The rhythm intensified as her pleasure mounted. Her head threw back as she cried out with passion.
And with the passion came a hunger. More than blood lust, more than conquest or power or wealth. She wanted him. To be his, and in return she wanted to basque in all his power and supremacy. She wanted all that he was and all that he will be. The thought stirring in her mind, made a crazed laughter seep from her lips. She silenced it by diving her lips to his mouth, and consuming his kisses. Hastening her rhythm, she began to thrust herself upon him with a bestial speed.
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Post by orson on Aug 5, 2009 19:45:17 GMT -6
Rhian had threw her head back with a moan, making Orson smirk. Just as much as Rhian wanted him, he wanted her to be his. He wanted her all to himself, as someone to stand behind him at the top of the vampire rein. Though, it was to early to conciser that just yet. But, for now, even for just the moment, she was his, and he was hers.
As she kissed him, he passionately returned the kiss, gently moving his hands up to each side of her face. She had total control over the rhythm, and now she was moving her hips fast, controlling the pace, to make it even quicker. Orson let his hips try and move along with hers, sometimes pushing her hips up if it was off rhythm, but it seemed that it almost never was.
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Post by rhianmorgan on Aug 11, 2009 18:22:57 GMT -6
Rhian was breathless, highly aware of the pressure building up within her. She touched herself, fulfilling the hungry yearning of her flesh.
Orson’s hips jerked up in a vain effort to impale her but she lifted herself up even more, pressing hard on his stomach to prevent him from moving again. This was an uneven fight however, Orson’s power could crush her in a fleeting whim, but yet, thus far, he had submit willingly to her touch. She wanted to show him that she held the upper hand.
But as she glided up and down his length, as he continued to thrust his hips, Rhian gradually conceded. Soon as she rode him, with ever increasing movements, she felt him growing bigger inside of her, her arousal mounting quickly and flowed with the rhythm on their entwined embrace.
She was becoming a victim to her own game, having meant to hold out as long as possible, to lure him, to torture him; but realising she was the one who could wait no longer.
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Post by orson on Aug 12, 2009 0:53:03 GMT -6
Trying to play games with Orson was not something easily done, even if he was feeling great pleasure. He could read everything about Rhian's actions, and it was as if her thoughts were her words. He could nearly feel the pleasure in her body building up, like she was ready to explode.
That wasn't to say that Orson was not growing near the end, but he could wait longer than her, even if just a few seconds. Orson loved the fact that Rhian was not scared to take control, and Orson was not afraid to be a bit submissive, but it was not like Orson to not be in some sort of control. His hands on her hips, guiding both their thrusts, they both knew it was near the end. But that would only be the first end. There would be many more, or atleast he hoped.
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Post by rhianmorgan on Aug 12, 2009 16:59:19 GMT -6
Filled with pleasure, Rhian writhed and moaned as she felt her climax lapping through her body with flame and ice, freezing and burning her with ecstasy.
After arching her back to take in one last spasm of rapturous intoxication, she finally let herself collapse on top of him, recoiling onto his chest and nestling her face in the grove of his neck. Simply looking at that neck filled her with a hunger. A hunger which she found all too difficult to control, much like many of her powers. But the desire to please him, overcame her own carnal urges.
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Post by orson on Aug 13, 2009 16:12:48 GMT -6
Orson let out a low, almost silent groan as he watched Rhian orgasm. Not far into hers, he felt his rise up, and latched his hands onto her hips as he did so. Letting out another low groan, he climaxed inside of her, and let her collapse ontop of him. As she did so, he wrapped his around around her shoulders, and leaned his head down, kissing the top of hers. He could not have asked for more from this night. Soon, he would take her back to his home on the ocean, where they could stay together for as long as they wished.
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Post by rhianmorgan on Aug 13, 2009 18:14:43 GMT -6
Rhian shut her eyes and revelled in the pure physical pleasure of feeling his naked flesh against hers. She wanted to remember this feeling, the sense of uncomplicated, amoral, remorseless lust. She wanted to remember his smell and the aura of power he expelled, which whilst lying in his arms crept over her body like a warm, tantalising mantle.
As Rhian nestled deeper into the crevice of his neck her blood hunger was becoming a relentless reminder of the constant intrusion to her peace. Like a volcano beneath her skin awaiting to surge, awaiting to be appeased. Not that it bothered her much. She enjoyed to dine on the carnage and butchery which her nocturnal call offered her. But at times like these she would rather feast on a more exquisite bliss – him.
Rhian brushed the delicate flesh of her cheek against his toned skin. Drawing her head further down his torso and silky strands of midnight hair trailed after. She nuzzled his naval, before diverting to his right arm, parting her lips at the sight of his wrist.
Not used to asking but simply taking, she had to pause herself. Then stirred her marble eyes to look upwards into his, pleadingly.
Allow me! Her dark alluring eyes spoke.
She revealed the tips of her fangs, revealing her hunger, her need to taste him. How good it would be to share his essence. To taste the fire that flowed through his veins. To perhaps share some of his might, if only briefly. Rhian had no doubt that Orson was fully aware of her abilities to absorb from blood and spirit the powers of her prey. But he was no prey. Not like the mortals she frolicked amongst before crushing them in a zenith of brutal slaughter or the lords and nobles she manipulated for her own agendas. No, Orson was to be respected, to be followed, perhaps even feared a little. With him she could not simply take, she would have to learn to ask.
Allow me! Her dark alluring eyes spoke.
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Post by orson on Aug 13, 2009 19:59:05 GMT -6
Orson released his grip on her as he felt her move. He watched as she trailed down his chest, and then looked at his right arm. The look in her eyes said it all. She was hungry. She needed the blood of someone else. Orson was happy to let her drink from him. Not only would it feed her hunger for blood, it would give her some of the power he had. Some of the glory he felt. Though, all of his power would obviously not be gained by her feeding from him just once, it would take time. Time which both of them had.
He looked down into her pleading eyes, and nodded, letting hew know that it was okay for her to drink from his arm. At the moment, he wanted nothing more than to please her. Than to fill her lust, for both pleasure, for blood, or for anything else she may need. He wanted her to be his, and if that was the case, she would have to learn to ask him for things, and he would have to show her respect as well. Though, he usually showed no problem in the aspect.
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