Post by Seraphina on Sept 17, 2017 14:27:44 GMT -5
Seraphina grumbled the words out quietly, her hands finding their way into his messy hair. She gripped, yet never enough to elicit a response. She buried her head against him shyly, a look on her face similar to a child's.
”No one owns me… but, collar or not-” she held his head still as she lifted her own to face him. She caressed his cheek and spoke.
“I am yours, just as you are mine. You're only mine.”
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Post by Erek Blackmore on Sept 17, 2017 14:28:05 GMT -5
Her initial denial was initially something that struck his heart painfully-- and then, of course, became amusing once he realized she had agreed, just using less embarrassing words, especially as he felt her hands grip his face and pull him down slowly to face her. His lips gently nipped the tips of her fingers as she clarified exactly what he was already thinking-- and a teasing smirk decorated his lips as they brushed against her own gently.
Deciding not to comment on the fact that was, basically, the same thing-- he instead would forward, growling softly and pushing her back into the bed, this time more firmly as his finger hooped into the ring designed for a leash-- his eyes looking into her own quietly as his fingertips traced her jawline slowly.
“I’m yours,” he murmured his agreement, before his hands slid down, lifting her hips so that her lower body rested against his own, legs wrapped around his waist as his arm ensnared the rest of her body, her eyes looking into her own as he slowly lowered his mouth-- and bit into her throat with a growl of hunger.
She was the only one-- the only one capable of doing this to him again, and again. Usually, he was able to suppress any sexual drive he had unless someone else started it. Yet, here he was, engaging the initial attack on her personally. If this is what love did when combined with lust then things would only be getting rougher from here, it would seem-- not that either of them seemed to mind that fact.
Something pressed against her, hot as flame and hardening like steel against her stomach as his teeth gently found her sensitive skin, sucking softly at her, carefully avoiding her collar as he decorated the skin around it instead in his love-bites.
Post by Seraphina on Sept 17, 2017 14:28:30 GMT -5
Seraphina purred in actual enjoyment, looking into his cerulean eyes as he admitted he was hers. Her legs wrapped around him tight, as if letting go meant losing him forever. When he began to show how angry he was, she let out a quiet laugh, her throat vibrating against his teeth as she did.
”If this is going to be your anger, then bring it on, Erek. I’ve handled this before, I’ll do it all again~” A promise, for sure, but it came out like a dare. Even with his length pressed against her stomach, she felt… confident. Perhaps it was the near death experience with Shinku and the sudden admittance of love from Erek that caused everything in her head to go to instinct. Most functions seemed to shut down, including her spiritual being nearly passing off to an end of her reiryoku.
”Bring it on, mi amor.” Words to regret.
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Post by Erek Blackmore on Sept 17, 2017 14:28:52 GMT -5
An amused noise rumbled from Erek’s chest as she commented that if this was his “anger” then to bring it on. Leaning forward once more as he took her chin firmly between his fingers, looking into her eyes-- and asked a very firm, serious question. All her teasing, and joking aside as he caressed her along her jaw gently.
“Are you certain?” He wanted to make sure, to make sure she was really ready-- to make sure she didn’t just feel pressured into doing this, to make sure that she really wanted him, of all people, of all the monsters she could choose-- to take her first time of all things. His eyes were calm, a soft light pulsing inside them, affection, love, tenderness-- aside he had yet to truly show her unless it was spoiling her after ravaging her body.
But even then, it was different from that gentleness-- it was something far more primal, a feeling that, if he was honest-- scared him a bit. But he didn’t shy away from it, and looked into her eyes, waiting for that final clarification-- the final nod that would push him over that edge he had held onto so desperately in order not to break her. Not to push her past her limits, he wanted her, a fire burned in his chest as he leaned forward-- nose gently brushing her own as he held himself back-- even as hot flesh pressed eagerly against her own soft skin through their clothing.
Post by Seraphina on Sept 17, 2017 14:29:10 GMT -5
Seraphina smiled softly as he asked the question, tears beginning to form in her eyes again. He was… kind. Respectful enough to ask, to hold back everything he wanted to do to the poor woman, and enough to respect her wishes, knowing the damage of her upbringing. His length pressed against her, and her body seemed to react in kind by pressing closer to him, her hips slowly beginning to move against his own.
”I want to trust you not to leave me after… this wouldn’t be one of your one night flings, or an encounter you can forget about, Erek. If you do anything to me tonight… do you promise to stay by me?”
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Post by Erek Blackmore on Sept 17, 2017 14:29:35 GMT -5
Her body arched toward him, his hand caressing her face as she began to cry at his question-- he felt her heat press against him through the clothing, the vague feeling of just hot deep by comparison he’d be buried inside her flashing through his mind. His body eager as his hand slid down the arch of her back, gripping her backside and holding her close to him-- before she would make such an innocent request that his heart clenched.
She wanted him to start with her-- to be with her no matter what. His eyes softened, and slowly his mouth sealed over her own, deep, and gentle as he claimed her lips in such a familiar way. After several brief moments, his eyes opened, staring into her own as he smiled, and for once-- it wasn’t predatory, or wolfish, it was soft, gentle, and earnest.
“I’m not going anywhere, mi sol,” with that, he pulled her close a final time by her hip, kissing her once more, tongue demanding entry to her lips as his chest tightened. It was a promise he’d never made-- to anyone. Promises were something he took overwhelmingly seriously, he held himself to his word. He’d just made the promise to stay with her-- and though it hadn’t been anything binding like “no matter what”, it had been something he was serious about keeping.
She was his light, and he knew that. She was special, and he knew that. He loved her, and he barely understood the meaning of that. But what he did understand was that they were together, that she was his, and he was her’s, and they would remain that way until she decided otherwise-- and that thought made his heartache in a feeling that, initially, he couldn’t comprehend. Then he realized it-- desire and happiness.
Two feelings he’d had before, but never to this degree, never to the point that it caused him to feel so whole. Feel like such a-- person, a person, instead of a mad war hound.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promised her softly, before adding an addendum as his teeth bit gently into her lower lip teasingly, “at least at first.”
Post by Seraphina on Sept 17, 2017 14:30:06 GMT -5
Seraphina softly nuzzled the man’s neck after their kiss, beginning to free herself of… restraint. To her and her mother, the reason why she remained a virgin for so long was simple tradition. Wait until you’re ready, mi hija, her mother always said. Wait until the man can’t leave you.
Seraphina listened to his words carefully, about how he would stay by her side if she would’ve done the same. Her moon and stars would stay safely in the sky, and his sunshine would always shine bright to bring hope.
Slowly, she lifted up her shirt, discarding the light fabric and revealing her naked torso. It was decorated, already, with bruises from the man, though they had begun to fade from their last encounter, even moreso from the enzymes within his new concoction. With no bra on, her breasts and spine were caressed with a cool wind, and her body seemed to shiver at his touch.
She looked at the man, smiling a tiny smile at his statement. ”Gentle is all I ask for. I only have one virginity, and mami said it’d hurt like hell losing it. And, well, amor, I’ve seen your size, and it’s going to do more than hurt.” Trying to keep a light tone for her joke, she began feel her face warm as her cheeks turned a light red.
”So what now?”
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Post by Erek Blackmore on Sept 17, 2017 14:30:30 GMT -5
He watched her clothing remove itself from her body, and couldn’t help but lean down to gently bite into one of her raised breasts smugly, marking her already before his lips removed themselves to look up into her eyes instead as she spoke. Her comment on his size making him snort softly in amusement, before he lowered himself gently at her crimson flush, claiming her lips after her question briefly before responding.
“Just like usual-- we have to get you ready, after all,” he murmured simply before he began to gently trail down kisses along her body-- her throat, breasts, and stomach all slowly decorated by his soft bites and kisses. Once he reached her bottoms, his fingers hooked easily into their waist after unbinding the button and zipper-- sliding them down her hips and taking the last bit of cloth protecting her with them.
Seraphina wiggled from her clothing, her widened hips allowing her jeans and panties to fall from her body with slight resistance, though she doubted Erek minded much. He was toying with his prey, the sexual predator within him baring its teeth at her now naked body.
Giving her a moment as he sat up full to help her remove the articles of clothing, tossing them over his shoulder along with his shirt as he lifted her body up, hooking her knees over his shoulders as his teeth sank into her inner thigh briefly-- before a familiar sensation of hot breath washed over her inner thigh, a slight smirk playing at his lips, the glint in his eyes making it clear he had every intention of torturing her with pleasure.
His face lowered, and his assault began-- and it didn’t stop. He hadn’t been lying when he said “starting like normal” he had every intention of backing up those words, and so no matter how she may squirm, whine, or cry out and beg-- his mouth tortured her. But it wasn’t like usual when he would happily allow her to reach her climax as she wished.
Instead, he always halted right before-- winding her up like a toy as the minutes ticked by, until it approached an hour of his denial, a sly smirk decorating his lips as he glanced up at her from where he was gently nipping the soft flesh of her-- now completely bruised and decorated-- inner thighs.
Post by Seraphina on Sept 17, 2017 14:31:11 GMT -5
Her body writhed, her thighs closed and her hands shook as she struggled to grab the sheets, heavy pants coming from her throat. Seraphina’s chest heaved, her breasts moving with each passing, shuddering breath as she gripped the fabric tightly. Yet, each time she thought she was close to her penultimate pleasure, he denied her.
Once, his tongue stopped. The other, his teeth moved to her thigh and sunk in deeply, causing pain to overwhelm pleasure. The next, his fingers seemed to disappear so suddenly after being so deeply within her. Each and every time he denied her, she felt a small fire burn within her stomach and heart.
This was the man she was going to love. The man who would take her virginity, finally, after dealing with his onslaught for months, and dealing with the lack of anything but her own fingers beforehand. Was it worth waiting? Was Sex that good?
Seraphina felt him finally stop, a few moments going past the two as his warm, shaking and husked breath brushing against her most delicate area.
“I think you’re ready,” he murmured simply, his voice sadistic and teasing as he kissed her over-stimulated petals a final time.
When he kissed her, she could hear herself whine out his name, her voice soaked in lust. ”Erek… God dammit.”
She pulled herself away for just a moment, his warm breath being replaced by cooled air as she struggled to sit up, finding herself sitting on his lap. ”Remember, you said you’d be gentle.”
She began to undo his own clothing, though her trembling hands seemed to become overly frustrated with his jeans as she began to physically tear into the clothing. Tossing it, with much exasperation and annoyance, over the bed, she allowed his boxers to be the only physical barrier between his length and her wetness.
She looked down at it, throbbing within its fabric cage, and then up to him. ”Say it again?” Perhaps it was the inferiority complex, the niggling little doubt that he wasn’t going to leave her or that this would’ve changed so much between the two. She was afraid to progress, but wanted to.
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Post by Erek Blackmore on Sept 17, 2017 14:31:51 GMT -5
He enjoyed it-- teasing her, dragging out those soft, desperate noises again and again-- until finally, she whined his name, her voice husky and soaked in desire-- desperate for release, for him, and it stirred the fire in his chest even more as she pulled herself into his lap and removed his pants, his boxer-briefs being the only thing in their way as she trembled against him.
Her fingertips brushed along his length, throbbing eagerly as he reached down, freeing it from its confines as she told him that he’d promised to be gentle, and his hand gently cupped her cheek in his palm. His kiss was soft, affectionate as his other trailed down her body and held her firmly by the waist as he heard her soft voice make a request.
Such an innocent one, he could feel her anxiety-- the way she clung to him and trembled. His lips gently took her own once more, gifting her a single, tender kiss before he lifted her easily-- his tip brushing against her entrance as it had countless times in the past. But now, there was a slight pressure-- but he didn’t enter, not until he finally responded to her.
“I love you, Seraphina-- and I’m not going anywhere, I promise," the words were firm and gentle as he nuzzled his nose gently against her own-- before he kissed her briefly.
“It’s going to hurt-- try to relax as best you can-- just hold on to me and let me lead,” he murmured to her gently, before he pulled her close, he’d learned long ago kissing while doing this ended badly-- he didn’t need his tongue nearly bitten off again. Instead, he gave her his skin to bite into if she wished, his arms hold her close, and slowly-- firmly-- pulling her down as he invaded her.
It was slow, careful, she was more than prepared-- and that eased it greatly, but it was her first time-- and he knew their size differences inside her was going to be an issue. He was careful, knowing the pain wouldn’t be as bad-- not yet-- not until he felt his tip bump gently against the first true resistance it had, and he gently adjusted her against him as he nuzzled into her neck.
“I’m going to do it in one stroke-- that’ll be the easiest for you,” he murmured softly into her ear, kissing the side of her throat, she was already so damn tight, the beast in him demanded he pin her down, thrust inside, claim what was his-- what he had waited so damn long to have.
But he resisted it, he held control, he was gentle-- just as he had promised her.
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Post by Seraphina on Sept 17, 2017 14:32:46 GMT -5
Seraphina felt her body tense, though her lower regions didn’t tense more than they already were as his tip invaded her. She kept her fingers dug tightly into his hair and then his back as she bit his shoulder, struggling to handle the girth and length of his body. When he said that his plan was to enter her in one fluid movement, she pulled back, her chest heaving slightly as she panted.
”You’re telling me there’s more?” She stared into his eyes for the briefest moment, almost pleading with him to not go any further. But then, something sparked within. She let her body… react. Soft, pink lips touched his own as she clung to him immediately. Her legs wrapped around him tightly, pressing her slightly damp skin against his and forcing his length to enter her just another inch more, eliciting a quiet grunt of pain and pleasure.
Her tongue slid against his as she tried to push the pain away for pleasure, causing heavy, husked breathing and pants to leave her every time her mouth opened to meet his once more. Then, her tongue stopped waggling against his and allowed her to speak.
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Post by Erek Blackmore on Sept 17, 2017 14:33:04 GMT -5
She clung to him, and he felt how tense she was-- and it was understandable, her eyes panicked briefly, he saw the panic in the golden orbs, until she slowly leaned against him. Seeming to have come to some sort of decision as her lips molded over his own, desperately kissing him as his lips moved to meet her own-- damp skin pressing against his own searing flesh, his hands trailing along her, supporting her by her backside as his eyes narrowed-- feeling her sink lower into his lap.
Her body clung to him, her insides felt like a vice wrapped around him-- and as her tongue pushed against his own, he gently wrapped his own around it. Kissing her deeply, giving her the briefest of moments to adjust, to relax as her breath became husky and full-- his own growing ragged with lust. The beast inside him wanted her-- wanted to sink his teeth into her, pinning her to the bed, ravage her till she cried and squealed.
But his conscious kept such thoughts suppressed, he retained control-- because it was Sera. Leaning his face down as their kissing came to a slow halt, she commanded him, begged him, all at once as he looked into her eyes-- and simply nodded.
”Now, just…. Do it now.”
“Bite me if you need to,” he murmured simply to her, leaning his head down and kissing the side of her throat-- before he thrust forward. He felt the sensation of tearing flesh as he easily ripped through the thin barrier that stood in his way. He didn’t slide himself to the hilt-- but he sank deeper, and deeper, tearing through her body until his thrust ended. He knew the pain would hit her like a truck, and so he held her tightly-- not letting her writhe away, knowing it would make the pain worse.
Instead, he held her gently, but firmly-- hands holding her in place against him as the last few inches remained outside her throbbing core, feeling the hot liquid trailing down his groin and nuzzling into her neck gently. She wasn’t his first virgin-- and he was fairly certain that even thinking that at this moment was breaking some unsaid rule-- but for some reason, this felt completely different from the other points.
His arms tightened around her gently, his heart thrummed in his chest like a drum of war-- and slowly, his kisses turned to possessive, gentle love bites that decorated her neck and throat-- before the soft words filled the air, with more emotion in them than he’d ever given before.
“I love you, mi sol,” he murmured to her gently, his hand sliding up from her shivering backside up into her hair, petting, tugging, caressing as his head slowly pulled back to look into her eyes, his palm gently cupping her cheek-- giving her time to adjust to the new sensations patiently. Happy to simply have her, to know she was truly his own-- the emotions were so strong that, for this single moment, even the beast clawing in the back of his mind had grown completely silent.
Post by Seraphina on Sept 17, 2017 14:33:24 GMT -5
Passion, hatred, pain, pleasure, love, rage, sadness. An intense wave of emotional distress hit the woman as his length completely filled her, with just a little bit of his size left outside of her body. Her gasps were cut off by squeaks of pain as she held tightly to his body just as he did to her own. While his calloused hands were holding her close, her hands stretched across his back, her manicured nails digging into his back and breaking the skin so easily.
When he began to kiss and bite her, declaring his love to her, she couldn’t find the words. Hell, she couldn’t find her breath.
”I… fuck… love you, god dammit, too!” She felt herself lower, causing even more pain as she began to speak. Tears ran down her face, carving wet trails through her sweat and landing on the man’s chest as she buried her face against his neck, her hands shaking as she kept her nails into his skin, managing to draw blood and cover the black nails with red. While he bled, she did as well, the last of what could be considered virgin blood spilling on the bed as she let out harsh gasps.
Her emotions rippled off her-- and he could understand them considering he’d just torn through her body with his own. Still, he remained still, gently caressing her, holding her firmly-- not letting her get away or move as he kissed the side of her throat gently as she buried her face against him and he felt her hot tears hit his skin, again, and again.
It was several moments of statue-like stillness before she spoke, her breathing under more control and her tears slowly stopping. ”You can try to move… may as well.”
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Post by Erek Blackmore on Sept 17, 2017 14:34:11 GMT -5
The searing sensation of her claws digging into his back briefly registered-- the wounds rapidly sealing as they were created as her hissing, and whimpering of pleasure and pain filled his ears. Fueled the beast inside him that demanded more-- more of her flesh, more of her blood, more of her pleasure and pain. He felt his teeth bite into her gently, a deep, predatory growl filling his chest as his eyes glinted in lust and hunger.
Slowly, Erek’s hand lowered-- shifting her as he heard her soft, pained voice tell him to move, and so, gently, he lifted her body-- inches slipping from her milking, confused core, before he thrust upward as he lowered her body. His lips catching her own, kissing her deeply as he controlled her, going slowly, gently as he claimed her body as his-- tongue invading her mouth just as his length invaded the burning heat of her insides.
Gentle, affectionate, and tender-- his lips closed over her own more firmly as he shifted them-- gently lowering her onto her back, easing the strain on her lower back and legs as he drew back just slightly, before his teeth sank back into her neck, beginning to take her in slow, deep strokes-- being careful not to hilt her, not forcing her to take more than she could handle for now. Instead, enjoying her noises-- enjoying the sensation of her body curled around his, her claws in his shoulders, her legs around his waist.
In the back of his mind, he managed to cling to his promise-- gentle he had said, and it wasn’t beyond the point of “at first” just yet. Not until she was squirming in pleasure and moaning-- until then, he would be tender with her, and so between his bites, he added soft kisses, his strokes into her body remaining slow, and gentle-- slowly adjusting her to his size and shape as his eyes burned hungrily into her own.
Hungry for her, desperate for her-- because she was different from the others he had claimed like this: she was his love-- and that caused his chest to tighten even more as his nose gently nuzzled against her own.
Post by Seraphina on Sept 17, 2017 14:34:19 GMT -5
When he moved, despite wanting him to, she wasn’t entirely prepared for his length to withdraw nearly completely before entering her in near full once again. She let out a gasp that caught short, erasing her breath immediately as she grunted in quiet pain.
Seraphina watched her world go horizontal as he laid her on her back, his length still deep within her as he began to thrust tenderly, gently inside of her body. Her own body tightened around him as she flinched at another thrust, seeming to create some kind of mold around the man to keep him inside of her. She clung to him tightly as he moved, each inch moving in and out of her causing a whimper of both pain and pleasure.
”Erek… I love you…” it came quietly, hardly above a whisper, and was immediately followed by a quiet moan, her eyes darting to find his own as she stared deeply into them. She let out shaking breaths as he entered her deeply, as he took the one pure aspect of her body and life within the night.
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Post by Erek Blackmore on Sept 17, 2017 14:35:13 GMT -5
She moved with him as he laid her back, and he felt the way she clung to him, molded to his shape-- and as he adjusted himself to be as comfortable for her as possible, he heard her soft words full of pain, and pleasure. Her core tightened around him, and her soft moan filled the air-- he felt his heart skip a beat in his chest.
Slowly, his lips lowered as she looked up into her eyes, his own gaze softening before his response came, gentle, and sincere.
“I love you too, so much that I didn’t even realize it was possible,” he murmured to her simply, before his lips closed against her own-- and slowly, carefully, he began to increase his tempo with each thrust. He felt the way she clenched around him with every thrust, listening as her voice turned to soft moans as his mouth barely broke away for breaths in-between his thrusts that ravaged her body.
“I’ll be yours for as long as you’ll have me,” he murmured softly into her ear-- his first attempt at a real emotional connection. His first attempt at loving someone, he was unsure where the line blurred, between love and a simple crush-- but he knew that he’d never felt like this before, toward anyone, before Seraphina. She was special-- special to him, more special to him than anyone-- or thing-- else.
He poured those feelings out, with each thrust into her growing just a bit deeper, just a bit faster, edging her away from the pain and into the pleasure as his heat seared through her gushing insides-- his teeth digging into her throat gently.
“--and you, are, [imine[/i].” Each word was accentuated with a thrust, until the final one pushed as deep as he could, pushing against her so hard that a thin line formed along her stomach, his lips sealing her own, cutting off any noise of complaint, approval, or denial as he-- finally-- claimed every inch of her depths and beyond as his. That predatory growl filling the air once more as his gaze burned into her own while his tongue toyed with her own.
Post by Seraphina on Sept 17, 2017 14:36:05 GMT -5
She let out high pitched squeaks of pleasure as the man entered her over and over, his words ringing in her ears like bells with each syllable.
When he began to move deeper within her, his words sounded territorial and she couldn’t help but let out a quiet gasp of pleasure from the statement. It was forceful, as if laying claim to her made him stronger and as if being claimed meant finding her place. Amidst the thrusting, her mind became a slight haze, his entire length within her, held tight around her body.
When he growled, she felt herself whimper, her lower body tightening even further on his shaft from the reaction to his growling. ”And…. You’re mine, m-mi luna”
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Post by Erek Blackmore on Sept 17, 2017 14:36:19 GMT -5
Her soft whimpers caused his heart to jump in his chest, thrumming like a drum with each noise she made-- and when she clenched around him, clinging to his body with such eager force, her words filled the air. He felt her milk around him even more tightly than before-- his body tensing at the adorable tone of her voice, his heart melting in his chest.
“I am,” he murmured softly in reply, his hand lifting from her hip where he’d been holding her, cupping her cheek in his palm as he gently bit her lower lip. “-- mi sol.” With those words, he growled softly and lowered his head, his hand sliding from her cheek to her hair where he tugged it firmly and bit into her earlobe gently.
“Time's up-- I’m going to ruin you, Sera,” with these words, his teeth bit into her neck, his fingers tugging her hair to make her arch-- and his thrusts began in full. Dragging himself out slowly, before slamming back inside, immediately repeating this action again-- and again as he let her claw at him, whine, whimper, and beg as much as she wished.
He had no mercy as he marked her, again, and again-- inside and out as he ruined her insides for all but his own use. Eventually tugging her by the hair, dragging out of her twitching, gushing core slowly and shifting her onto her knees, holding her by her hip and long locks-- making her arch, as he repositioned himself behind her. A low, hungry growl filling his lips, brushing her sore entrance once more as he nuzzled into her neck.
The Hispanic woman let out a grunt, followed by a low moan as he slammed his length into her, the tip brushing against the deepest parts of her aggressively, leaving the idea that she was internally bruised and confirming it.
She held to him tight, never letting go of his hair or his back as she was thrust into, his voice deep and husky as he thrust longingly into his woman. His woman. It was strange to even think of officially now.
When he flipped her over, allowing her to rest on her hands and knees, she looked back her brown hair matted to her skin from the sweat. She wasn’t… attractive in such a way, yet she was sure, to him, she looked angelic. She was his in every way but marriage. He laid his claim with his lips at first, then with his touch, rough yet tender. Now, his claim marked her purity, taking it for his own and replacing it with the desire to be with him. The desire to stay by her as she would stay by him.
A home within his heart and within hers.
“If it becomes too much, just tell me-- I’ll stop,” he murmured, the only warning he intended to give her that night as his hand tightened, bruising the soft flesh of her backside as he teased her core gently-- he loved her, more than anything, and that made the feelings of lust, of desire to mark her, claim her, ruin her, make her bleed and moan-- feelings he had suppressed for over a month-- all the stronger now.
He was only going to be able to hold back so much.
Post by Seraphina on Sept 17, 2017 14:36:52 GMT -5
Seraphina nodded quietly, biting her lips enough to make her skin paled around her teeth, as his length pressed against her wet heat. She was ready, sexually, for his entire being, but she let herself catch her breath before his shaft completely filled her once more. It exited and entered her over the course of the night, and she said nothing, never letting him stop, no matter how badly she wanted to sleep.
Her body quivered and eventually found a rhythm to follow that made it easier to take him inside of her. The Hispanic woman backed herself into his length when he pulled away, never letting him completely leave, and managing to meet his thrusts halfway, creating a rhythm that, eventually, she controlled.
Erek’s body moved against her own, teeth sinking into soft skin as they found their perfect rhythm to maximize both their pleasure-- and as he felt her suddenly clench, he growled deep in his throat, and didn’t stop. Forcing her to endure through it all as he claimed her through her peak-- ignoring any whimpers or whines of complaint as he ravaged her through her over-sensitive ride along the waves of her pleasure.
Her first orgasm came shortly after her movements became habit, and it was more than she expected. It was… different. His clitoral stimulation and teasing before was horrible and amateurish in comparison to how it felt to squeeze his length within her and to feel the rush of her orgasm. It caused her to let out a scream, not of pain or agony, but of absolute pleasure. She whimpered quietly after the orgasm, having felt her body jump back so far that she practically sat in his lap, his length completely inside of her pulsating heat.
While she rode her orgasm out, she could feel the man’s length slowly rock back and forth within her as he held back the beast ever so slightly, allowing her to recuperate from practically losing her lungs from the intensity. ”T-That was amazing…”
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Erek/Mako - Today at 1:14 PM I would like to clarify that Erek does not condone fisting even if his dick is nearly the equivalent. PSA warning.
Post by Erek Blackmore on Sept 17, 2017 14:37:44 GMT -5
She quaked and whimpered around him as she finally wound down from the impact, murmuring her enjoyment as he smirked against her skin as his hand slid into her hair, tugging her face up to look forward as he mixed in pain with her pleasure-- continuing to claim her relentlessly as he nuzzled against her neck, and his words, full of lust-- even deeper than normal, practically purred against her ear.
“Sorry, mi sol-- but I’m not even close yet, my specialty is self-control, after all-- I’m going to make you squeal till you can’t even move anymore,” with this hungry promise he finally took off the kid gloves. Thrusts, bites, yanking her hair and pinning her hands behind her back, it shifted from gentle lovemaking and directly into rough, hungry sex full of lust, love, and dominance.
Erek lost track of time-- and for the first time, he lost track of himself. Always in perfect control, even around her, he had managed to hold his control so easily-- and yet, this time, this woman, she broke that ability. Even by his standards, he had been rough-- he had always been skilled at control, bottling up all of his emotions and calmly suppressing them-- and he knew, sometimes, he let out some of them on his lovers.
But never to this degree-- he knew when he saw the haze of red, when he heard her whimpers grow more forceful-- but yet still she never asked him to stop. Even as his teeth drew slight traces of blood, even when he knew he bruised her with his grip, and strikes of his hand against her most sensitive of areas decorating her body. The beast overtook him-- that darkness, chained away in his chest that he never let out, that he had always managed to keep reigned in.
But here Sera was-- somehow-- so effortlessly, she had shattered through those chains of control and drug the beast out of him-- and as his lust finally ebbed as he finished inside her for a third time, collapsing against her ravaged form-- still buried within her as he nuzzled gently into her-- likely incredibly sore-- throat from behind, he realized that. For a split second-- everything froze, and the fear came forward.
The fear he’d gone too far. The fear that she wouldn’t accept this side of him-- this side he kept under lock and key, never allowing anyone in the world to see, not even Natalie, who was-- in a way, his platonic soulmate. He had bared his soul to her, and the realization caused his chest to slowly tighten as he slowly pushed himself up so he hovered over her, silently looking into her eyes-- not realizing he was holding his breath-- preparing for the words that he knew would strike him deeper than he had ever realized was possible.
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