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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2013 5:46:13 GMT -5
She got what she wanted. He had told her yes and the kissing continued. She was pushed against him and her body continued to tremble. She had just met him and already he was her partner and things were getting heated so fast. She smiled into the kiss and found her hands sliding up his shirt and gently caressing his back. She could feel the contours of the back of his torso and it caused her lips to part momentarily from his. She let out a soft gasp that had a bit of a moan mixed in. But she took his lips back into hers; brushing her tongue against his.
Goodness! His hand was on her bottom. And it felt nice. A soft sound escaped her lips and passed his lips. Her nails gently dug into the flesh of his back; trying to not completely hurt this man. Her front pushed more against him as she removed his shirt and felt herself gaze upon him for a moment before getting back into the kissing. Her right hand began to rub over his chest. Her nails gently began to play with his flesh as she dragged her nails softly over his chest. This wandering hand slid up his torso and to caress his neck, only to wrap her arm around his neck.
Then the red light went on. Her breathing grew heavier and she forced her kisses harder against him. Her thing... The thing where she slept with someone and she absorbed their energy. She didn't know if she could turn it off... If it was just with humans. She could hurt him. She didn't want to hurt him, despite how she was feeling right now. She wanted him. Why did this have to get worse? She pulled away from him and sighed heavily, trying to catch her breath, "I.. I wanna do this... But I am.. Scared..." she swallowed heavily. Her cheeks were flushed red and her eyes were glazed over. It was painfully obvious she was telling the truth. She sat down and looked up at him. A hand reached up and rubbed the back of her neck, hoping he wouldn't feel bad for her being afraid. It had nothing to do with him, maybe he would see that. |
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2013 2:02:01 GMT -5
The tender caress from her exquisite fingers along his long back had a substantial affect on Remy and beneath their tender locked lips he allowed another gruff moan in unison with her own. His masculine nature boiled intensely as Morgan’s vocal pleasure rose and in response his hand clasped tighter on her rump and his other arm snagged tighter around her waist, his partially exposed stomach touched the protective cloth of her shirt and within seconds he was begging for these chains to come off so that he could fondle every bare element of her skin.
As Morgan’s nails scratched at his exposed back, he responded to pain receptors in thrill for it excited him that she was so desperate for him and he was equally hopeless without her. Then, his wish was answered and his shackles were removed and in his stripped form he could touch her... His hand glided from her rump and began to cup one of her breasts, feeling their flawless shape and his arousal spiked and for a moment, he considered removing her clothing until...
She pulled away, desperate to escape this strange but amazing situation and Remy had been so overwhelmed by his emotions that it had taken a few moments for him to recover from this odd situation. His eye shot to her face and he could see her cheeks were rosy red again, but her expression was nothing like it had been the last time. Morgan was plainly flustered by something and Remy was deeply concerned by her tortured response. He was quick to seat beside her in her vulnerable state and he placed a comforting hand on her leg. “It’s all right love... I’m scared too...” He was not frightened to allow her to know his true feelings because he loved her and he wanted her to feel comfortable with him. From Remy’s long existence, it was apparent they both shared a curse which did not allow these expressions to be as simple as the rest.
“Before this moment I never imagined I would find someone, and even if this moment has transpired rather suddenly, I know you are the one Morgan... so please, do not fret.” He leaned against her shoulder and wrapped an arm around her, holding her close to his naked chest, hoping his warmth would comfort her in his difficult time.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2013 12:12:03 GMT -5
The little witch looked at the man and was breathless about his entire response leading up to him holding her to his Godlike shape. In such a short time, the young couple became a couple and they had grown to care for one another more than they probably realized. Maybe they did realize? Morgan was probably not willing to admit these feelings, yet. She only remembered her bad experience with her first serious relationship. Remy wouldn't do that to her, would he? If he did... She would steal that precious energy he harbors by force. But everything he said was a genuine fight for her feelings. For he didn't wreak of betrayal and of deceit. One of the many benefits of being the witch she is. She could sense the evil in people and she had her own vibrations for her own wrong doing.
She complied to his actions; snuggling to his chest. A smile finally reached her lips as she felt her body relax. Unfortunately, her mind couldn't shake what her own body had the very potential of doing to him. Her other arm absent mindedly draped over his lap to rest comfortably. For she was comfortable. A chill ran through her, though. A heated moment escaped them because.of her fear, and it was the reason this man was shirtless and why she still shivered. He was touching her and it was raising the bar on her drive. But it was nice. Cause by the end of it, they wouldn't leave one another, because they were more to one another than a mere one night stand.
Morgan looked up at Remy, a sweet, innocent look against her face as her lids would occasionally rise and fall. Her lips parted, hesitating to tell him. But then it finally came out, "A part of my curse... I can't reach true physical intimacy without... Feeding from my partners sexual energy..." she made a face and averted her vision straight ahead, "A lot of people would say I am a succubus... I'm not... All I know is.. This part.of my curse.. For a despicable act.. Makes it so I can't have normal relationships..." she said with a faint smile as she then decided to add after a moments pause, "Because what I did was considered a heartless... Cowardly act..." she then pulled away from his chest and looked into... What she believed to be his eyes. She figured there was a reason he wore the sunglasses. So her eyes searched his face. Almost as though she searched for an answer. Anything. |
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2013 19:13:42 GMT -5
Remy listened and allowed the beautiful womans’ confession to sink into his honest soul which responded to her negative emotions with a comforting peck on her forehead. He began to delicately pet the top of her head as he began to understand why he felt so connected to her: they were almost the same. They both had a physical plague which did not allow them to connect with others the way they wished, Remy’s being his deadly eyes that could maim or even kill her if fate decided to be that cruel which it most definitely would since it was Remy.
His first introduction to this world was met with destruction of innocence and out of fear, he retreated to the dark, trying to escape those that wished to kill him. Thankfully, a gracious human offered him freedom after aiding him in his problems and thus these shades were created and he had been left alone by the PIDA since because he was no longer viewed as a threat by word of Mr. Hulderic. However, these was only a temporary solution and from his fear awoke hesitance in accepting others emotionally and physically. Sighing, Remy adjusted his shades as the woman of his life stared at him with obvious questions for why he wore them.
Huffing and extremely nervous, his voice slightly cracked during his revelation to Morgan. “My kind unfortunately is doomed to never be able to look upon another’s face. If I did, I would most definitely harm you. Although death is a very rare occurrence, it seems that fate does not consider me in these small chances.” He paused, swallowing a heavy lump in his throat. “When I first came here, I hurt and killed a few people. I didn’t know why at the time, but when I looked at someone, they would become still as stone. Some, even died...”
“I am a Basilisk Morgan.” The title slurred off his tongue awkwardly, as if afraid that she would dispeise him after this.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2013 19:57:26 GMT -5
The red head sighed softly as she looked at him. Listening to him speak about himself. She had read about them before. She grew curious of the man who chose her for his partner, his mate. She blinked her blue eyes and repeated in her mind. A Basilisk! That explained their strange attraction to one another. The reptile in her sensed the male. So maybe.. They did a dance... A courtship. Animals in nature do it, including humans. This was a curse... Maybe... He could help her break it...nothing was ever perminant.
A smile made its way to her lips, "I've only read about them... I never knew they could have a human form..." she said gently and then kissed his cheeks, "I'm willing to live with this... If... You can live with the fact this... Dragon curse.. Is only a curse... And will not be a permanent one..." she said softly as she slid onto his lap; straddling his waist as she tipped his head back a bit as she looked down into his shades... Bit really; she was piercing his soul. Her body pushed against his as she licked her lips softly, "I'm naturally a human, Remy... And a witch..." she sighed and gently licked his cheek; seductively, "Think you can handle it...?"
She was pushing it. But that was ok. A wicked look appeared in her eyes, but she had goodness.. Even seduction hidden behind the good. She had a way to play with what she wanted. And she wanted him. Strangely, she wanted... What felt like only him. She looked down at him; her face so close to his. Her lips just barely touched his. A teasing light brush that forced her to quickly look away. She smiled as she did it once more in allowing the man to make the next move, as she wasn't being nice to him. |
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2013 8:40:39 GMT -5
“We have two forms but from what I’ve observed with other Basilisk, some have denied molding to this human world and both forms are... monstrous I should say.” He had only met two other of his kind since appearing in this strange place and they were nothing like Remy. Ravenous, murderer, and found themselves outside the rules of this new world. Their human disguises were massive and they still retained their snake like eyes and they chose not to protect the innocence around them and seemed to take chances with just glancing away from their gaze in hopes that they would not accidentally harm them, which as he guessed happened quite a lot. The image of his “brothers” using their abilities on an unsuspected woman who almost fell prey to their sexual deviance. Remy had defended her but had not escaped without the wounds. Minor burns from their poisonous touch riddled his physique and they had taken weeks to heal.
Remy seemed surprised that Morgan would question his loyalty but he knew that their joining was not like others for they knew nothing of each other. What your heart wishes could sometimes be stronger than one’s instincts. Curling up closer to his beautiful young flower, he pressed his lips on top of her head and whispered reassuringly, “I can live with anything you dish out at me.” He paused and swallowed hard again as his bold nature escaped. “I... I... lo-” He stopped suddenly as she began to mount his waist and began to mischievously lick his cheek and within seconds his cheeks grew bright red in embarrassment. As she teased his lips, he almost took the bait but she quickly retracted and gazed at him with playful interest before returning her luscious lips back in front of him, tempting him.
“You’re evil.” He chuckled before throwing his lips onto her own, unable to battle the struggle any longer as he began to stroke her hips softly. She had won him over, she was his and he wanted to be with her forever. He hoped that she would feel the same way.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2013 22:19:09 GMT -5
Oh, goodness. It was all happening so quickly. But it seemed right. He had taken his lips into hers. Devouring them into a miss of heated passion. The woman smiled, as she was willing to give into him. Reaching between their waists and preparing for what was to come. She was willing to give him what she could, safely. It seemed this was what they both wanted and more. Her hands cupped his cheeks after a few moments and she won him into another kiss. Her tongue met his into this kiss. But she parted their lips, her eyes closed as she swallowed and said what she said next, willingly like ripping off a bandaid, "I love you..." she pressed into another kiss. Holding him tightly to her.There in the forest, she and her basilisk made love. As long as she would allow it. Which was not long. For the fear of harming the man. Taking on other activities to maintain their full affection of one another.
*skip*
Morgan was sitting on the forest floor, pulling her dress straps over her shoulders. A sigh reaching her lips as she sat cross legged. Picking a leaf out of her hair and not facing Remy. Morgan's blue eyes scanned the area as she tried to gather her thoughts, as she now felt a bit at ease and even a bit flush from the events that they had finished not that long ago.
"Where are you staying...?" she asked curiously. Finally looking over her shoulder over at him. Her cheeks still flushed from the tension leaving her cheeks. But the affection in her eyes remained. Not that it was a complete bad thing. If anything, it was wonderful thing. She felt as though she shouldn't have even done with him, what they had just done, but it was out of the bad thought's hands now. She gave into her true human emotions and won the heart of a man who felt as lost as she did. |
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2013 11:38:02 GMT -5
Ben stretched out his chiseled figure, the contours of his bare muscular chest rolled, revealing his well defined abs and his toned biceps tensed as he continued to extend. He did not regret that passionate moment that they would forever share together and as he pondered intensely to himself, he sensed his dearest begin to stir. His still shaded eyes casted onto Morgan as she rose from the leaves and sat cross legged and somewhat silent. Rather concerned, Remy wondered if Morgan was regretting this sexual encounter. The Basilisk followed suit, rising from the earthen floor and grabbing his top, frantically putting it back on before placing a comforting palm on her back.
Then, he was surprised by her question and for a moment, he was silent, trying to put together the pieces in his distracted mind. To Brenton, this moment between the two reptilian creatures was his first experience and he was extremely pleased that it was with this gorgeous red head. He knew that he wished to be with her for the rest of his existence and he would care for her until he could no longer. Her bright azure eyes caught his own and he was breathless by her exquisite beauty however he managed to utter a response. “A studio, in the city.” He then pondered. “Morgan, do you have a place to stay?” If she didn’t, he would waste no time and get her in his protection as quickly as possible.
“If you don’t, you can stay with m-” He stopped and cleared his throat nervous. “I’m sorry... just a little, excited really.” He was rather embarrassed by his vulnerability. He was normally a very shy and reserved individual but Morgan seemed to shed his skin away. “Why do you ask love?” He asked, giving a delicate peck on her cheek.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2013 23:44:26 GMT -5
Morgan caught onto what the man was trying to say. Her blue hues looked his face over after she had time to process what the basilisk was trying to say. He actually wanted her to move in with him. Perfect! He wanted her to be with him and in truth, she wanted to be with him! She licked her lips and turned to face him a bit more. She took his hands in hers and smiled softly as she played with the lines on his palms.
"I would love to live with you, Brenton..."
She swallowed heavily and managed to meet his eyes... To the best she could see. She wanted him to know how serious she was. And damn it, she was determined to show him she was willing to give in to his heart as well as her own and claim him permanently as her own. The same he wanted. She smiled softly and reached a hand up; stroking his cheek with her pale hand, softly. Her lips stretched into a genuine smile as she then stood up and looked at his canvas. It was still not... Whole to any degree.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2013 10:08:11 GMT -5
Brenton steadied himself, concerned that Morgan would not consider his offer. Again, this couple had chosen one another within minutes, however to Remy it felt unsurpassable compassion for this dear witch. They seemed flawlessly compatible, which still shocked the Basilisk for he believed he would have spent his entire existence alone. Remy began to ponder that if he had followed his depression further this afternoon, he never would have visited this spot today, meaning Morgan would have been alone here, unbeknownst to either of them that if time had been different, they would have no longer been without help. “G-Great! T-That’s wonderful!” Clasping her hands delicately into his own, he lifted both palms to his lips and gentle pecked her, a handsome grin displayed.
Brenton took pleasure from her silken touch and as she stroked his cheek gently, he accepted her hand and placed it on top of hers, feeling the softness of each finger as he stroked them. Then, she rose, seemingly preoccupied by something. Turning, he caught eyes with the white empty canvas just as she addressed it. However, he did not stare at it with anger, only hope as he felt his worries wash away with his dearest Morgan by his side.
“W-Would you...?” He turned back to her and presented the back drop to her, seeing if maybe she would pose for him. She was a gorgeous muse and he would enjoy immensely if he was given permission to paint her exotic figure. “Y-You don’t have to...”
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