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jakondas |
20. RE: blood and apples
Mar 10 2009, 12:11 PM EDT
"As you wish, mon Loupe," Jean Claude sighed, the sound flowing over the wolf. Another shiver, and the anticipation pouring off the warm body a welcome fragrance, now he was sure he was going to be satisfying the `ardeur`. Lifting one hand, the vampire dragged the edge of the lace on one sleave down the exposed flesh arched so temptingly before him. Fingers hovering above the skin, dancing in the heat and pure energy of the wolf, as though the animal was present instead of the man. There was a shadow of the beast, something felt in his mind more than with his hand, but it grew in strength and substance as he continued. In the furthest corners of his mind he could almost feel the fur, nearly smell the wild forest, thick with loam and dying things that spoke of life and freedom. It was several nights before the full moon, weeks in fact, so there was little concern for the wolf becoming real in the middle of this, which would be decidedly distastful, considering the clear fluids that would ruin the sheets and stain his shirt, but playing with this gentle phantom sent delightful shocks up his arm and outward. His connection to the wolves had always been strong, but since forming the triumvirate with the Ulfric and `ma petite` there was something more and it fascinated him. Desire burning through him, he played with this energy, watching as he twined their power together, using the `arduer` to keep the feeling pleasant and vaguely erotic. It was like being a cat and toying with the mouse before consuming it, while it struggled in paniced desperation. Only this mouse was sporting an erection and had invited the cat to play, offering it's belly and throat, not in fear but in excitement. Finally, long fingers over the buldge in those so-tight jeans, the vampire let himself make contact. The palm of his hand gliding over the taut denim, and the groan that filled the air rode over him as the young man arched into the touch. Do you find this valuable? |
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21. RE: blood and apples
Mar 15 2009, 2:13 PM EDT
closing his eyes to better savour the sensations being creating around him, Jason let out a soft sigh, antisapation quicking his pulse."my master, so good." he wispered at the gliding touch. it had him arching to get more, eager to feel the true skin on skin contact that only worn denim kept them apart. supple spine bending up, head back still on the bed made jason's hips pushed up in an obsean desplay of wanted lust. a desplay that not even his most ranchy stage show had come close to. so much emoshin was dancing in his face, need wining the most. it was very clear now that Jason had let his desires serfice he had been wanting this. Jean Claude would not know how long but long turm need had a more cured taste than flash in the pan spontanious desires. Jason was a old oak cured wine to the old vampire as he drank the young wolf. "kiss me please." opening light eyes he smiled. Do you find this valuable? |
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jakondas |
22. RE: blood and apples
Mar 15 2009, 2:39 PM EDT
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The anticipation rolling off Jason was almost enough to loose the `ardeur` but he clamped down on it, wanting to savour as much of this as he could before his own personal beast took over. It was a beast, and animal who's only concern was feeding on sexual energy. It might not burst out of his skin in the dramatic way of the lycanthope's animal, but it took over and controlled his actions with steadfast regularity."Kiss me, please," blue eyes staring up at him with a burning desire that came close to matching his own. The `ardeur` close enough to give him glimpses of the other man's needs. His desperation to be wanted, to belong. This was dangerous territory, if he wasn't careful, he would be trapped by the `ardeur` in it's never-ending quest to aquire food, it would bind the two of them together with an irrepairable bond, where master and slave became superfluous titles. Leaning forward, pulse racing through his veins, bloodscent rising around him like a siren call, he pressed his lips to Jason's. Hard not to groan deep in his throat, difficult to hold back, however little and not devour this suculent morsel. He offered so much, too much perhaps. Jean Claude was the true monster here, for even contemplating taking the offering, accepting the surrender thrust at him in all innocence. Tongues meeting, dancing away, sliding between his teeth even as he tried to hold back. Jason had been around vampires for years, he should have known better but still the mistake was made: tongue caught on sharp canines and blood spilt. Then they were both swallowed by the bloodlust that sprang up between them like an overwelming sea of needs and wants. They fed at each other's mouths as though they wanted to climb, one into the other, through their teeth and gums. Drinking at their lips as the blood flowed between them and their bodies pressed along each other, hands biting into flesh. Do you find this valuable? |
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23. RE: blood and apples
Mar 15 2009, 5:02 PM EDT
he was slowly sinking, losing layers of his humanity like when the wolf calls on the full moon, but this process was much slower. more soul opening than just a dance of heated blood and pheramones. Jason was drowning in the blood lust both men was feeling, the same but also very difrent. raking hands sought flesh to touch, to mark with his blunt nails, pulling cloth away heedless of how delocate lace tore.All Jason wanted was to crawl inside Jean Claude, feel the beeting heart against his own a wet pool inclosing him, he wanted to be cradled by the master vampire's power. the one who could call to the wolf. make the wolf twist like a cat in heat. rubbing always seeking more from the other. pushing more than he would ever have done if clear headed. lust danced each sence alive. Jason felt long agile skilled fingers dance over his fly, trace the teath of the mental zip. teazing. "please" jason beged. what he was beging for he was not sure, to be nakid or to have this neverending tourcher stop or did he never wish to leave the cycle he was traped in as each of there tounges battled. Jason thow more submisave and very willing to let his master have what ever he wanted with but one word. he still did relent to quickly, relishing the mock resistance, making the dark haired wonder earn his warm body.both knew and understood it helped fule the decent into depper things. would make the feeding that much sweeter for both of them. Do you find this valuable? |
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jakondas |
24. RE: blood and apples
Mar 15 2009, 5:24 PM EDT
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Jason's greedy hands trying to tear his clothes off, managing only his shirt, ripped lace dangling off his wrist before getting lost in the sheets, forgotten for the moment.Running the tips of his fingers along the deceptively smooth metal teeth of Jason's zipper and the jerking response as the younger man bucked into the sensation, Jean Claude delighted in this minor pleasure, the teasing quality of it. "Please," he was begging him now, voice taking on a slightly frantic edge. Grinning without meaning to, he was falling deeper and deeper into the spell weaving around them with magic and power, lust and need. He shifted his head as his fingers drew the zip down and nipped along the musky scented neck, soft little hairs tickling his cheek as his own flowed over the exposed chest. Sliding his hand over the silken heat of the other man's erection, gripping it in his cool palm as though it were a warm cup of cocoa on a cold winter's morn. The hissing somewhere above him as Jason tried to catch his breath at the sensation. Squeezing gently, even as he ground his hips against him, his own length pressing against his leathers, trapped. Starting to crave more, needing to feel all of them against the other. Skin sliding on skin, the `ardeur` burning through his mind, breaking through his control... "Jason," nothing more, just the name, using the voice as part of the foreplay, feeling the shivering increase ten-fold. Do you find this valuable? |
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25. RE: blood and apples
Mar 15 2009, 5:38 PM EDT
like a sirons call he hurd his name call like the hand curently cupping his blood engorged hard cock, his name griped him, coressed his skin and made the young wolf want to devower the man holding him, thusting gently in time with him as they rocked together.nipping at long white finger tips for a moment before sucking two in to his mouth Jason let his toung show his master some of his talents his agile curling mussle, tasing each grove in the vampires fingers. when Jason grew restless he desided to ocupie his mouth on lavering littke kisses over scarded flesh, taking along time over the mared part holding the cross burn mark. "beautiful, more so now than before." Jason lovingly whispered. Do you find this valuable? |
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26. RE: blood and apples
Mar 15 2009, 5:51 PM EDT
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He watched as Jason suckled his fingers like a pigglet at the teat, feeling that warm wet tongue dancing over his flesh and imagining that talented mouth on other things. Then he was licking and kissing his way down his chest, finding the old scar and paying attention to it as few others ever had, as though it was not a mark of shame but something beautiful to be worshipped. His insides melting in the heat between them and feeding his desires so that he began to forget which was master here. "Beautiful, more so now than before," Jason whispered now, his voice calling to something primal. Pinning the other man's wrists to the bed and claiming his mouth again. Kissing him hard, wanting to brand him, make him his. Thinking with the animalistic hind brain now, grinding their hips together, as the first flush of power burst out and into the room. Thick as velvet and clinging to their heated flesh like damp silk... Do you find this valuable? |
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27. RE: blood and apples
Mar 31 2009, 4:03 PM EDT
he needed to feel more, to serender to this powerfull aluring man, beast called like and jason liked it. no he loved it as he fell pray to his own losing controle.the press of hip was maddening, leaving him to run nails down jean claudes back, growling soflty, egging the man to master him.. needing so needing. power was flowling about like unseen wind, brushing over them, through them. jason wonderted what it would be like to feel the vampire mouth on other parts of him, just as claiming. Do you find this valuable? |
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jakondas |
28. RE: blood and apples
Mar 31 2009, 5:25 PM EDT
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Frustrated as the `ardeur` flowed over them, the need an insistant itch that must be scratched, Jean Claude rose up and ripped Jason's jeans off with hardly any effort, causing the other man's body to jerk from the pressure and strength of the move. His own leather pants came off without much trouble, sliding down and onto the floor in seconds. Naked, he stretched out once more along the stunned werewolf. Damp blond hair sticking up and blue eyes cloudy with passion, Jason was one of the loveliest visions Jean Claude had seen in some time. Listening to the blood pounding though that young agile body, he wanted to wrap that heat and scent around himself and sink into the sensations. Mouth pressed to the slick neck as his fingers glided over quivering skin, Jean Claude traced a path to the erection jutting out into the room and calling out to be stroked. He wanted this man so turned that the rush of the feeding would be nothing to the orgasm itself. There were reasons `petit morte` was the french for such an experience, and he wanted to show this man exactly what it meant. Do you find this valuable? |
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29. RE: blood and apples
Mar 31 2009, 5:37 PM EDT
the sudden departure of his old jeans was more a blessing than i thing to regret. he firther liked there removal when the lilath body of his master streched like a lazy cat along side him, skin coressing skin, heated and tacky with the begining of sweat, met cool sculped. "marble." was all jason panted out. the rest lost in his head. the vampires hand hoverng so close to where he realy wanted it, needed. roling his hip in gental reminder he was still mortal and only had so much styaing pwer and right now jason feared his dick would fall off due to mass blood flow in that direction, pooled and swelling till there was no room left in his lenth. he was beond hard. "please, just a little releafe." he beged, words hard to form now there was nothing seprating them but skin. the feel of power dancing over him, a thousand little touched, creaping up the fine hair of his body. "please" jason tried again. Do you find this valuable? |
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jakondas |
30. RE: blood and apples
Mar 31 2009, 5:46 PM EDT
Grinning into the damp, wolf scented flesh of Jason's neck, Jean Claude growled softly. The sound travelled over his lover and brought goose flesh out all over him. Raising his head so he could watch, he cupped those pale, hairless balls in one cool hand, loving the heat and texture of it. While Jason writhed and gasped, the vampire whispered in his ears, using the voice, which had become gruffer as his passions increased. The wolf was so close now and he changed his hold from the scrotum to the long hard length, moving rhymically along the shaft. "I want your sweet ass Jason, would you give me that?" he practically purred. Do you find this valuable? |
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31. RE: blood and apples
Mar 31 2009, 6:06 PM EDT
he was desprotly holding back the molten pool of growing hevon. not wanting to disapoint the very expranced vampire beside him. but jason had little defance to how masterfull jean claudes voice was, how it seamed to stroke every part of him and bits he had been unawares off.this combined with the wonderfull friction of his masters hand about him, was fast becomming his undooing. "yes. oh yes. please. all of me is yours. take me all. please, fill me... yours to serve." jason struggled to make himself understood, his body arching as the comming tide forced him less choice. unable to hold back, keeping still had not helped, so jason moved, thrust up into each stroke over his angry red and trobbing head. the vain underneath dancing a booming beet that his ears matched. eyes half lidded and his hands wrapped into the bed linnons he was lost, ridding a difrent beast, seeking to crest the building white water curls. body flexing in tenshion that eased with one scream. "jean claude" more a howl than true vocal alitreration. jasons body spoke in its own forcefull and by no means soundless way, expressing messaly the estatic joy the blond wolf was enduring. Do you find this valuable? |
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jakondas |
32. RE: blood and apples
Mar 31 2009, 6:22 PM EDT
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As the man howled out with his release, Jean Claude shivered. Perhaps it would be considered cheating, asking him to offer himself when he was so close to losing it, and he knew there were some who would think so. He felt no guilt here and now, however, just the certain knowledge that he would feed again soon, and from such a delectible platter. The `ardeur` tasted of the feast offered so freely before him, but the beast did not still nor grow content. Continuing to stroke and milk the last of the warm salty fluids from his lover's cock, the vampire let his gaze rest on Jason's face. The fluttering eyelids and flushed cheeks were beautiful. The scent of the blood so close to the surface called to other hungers, but he held back on those, wanting to embrace the lust that was pounding through his veins even now, intensifying just from the sights and smells before him. Leaning down, his hair caressing sensitive skin as he moved, he began to lick the cooling excretion from damp skin. While the other man was too busy basking in the afterglow, Jean Claude had every intention of preparing him for the treat to come... Do you find this valuable? |
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33. RE: blood and apples
Mar 31 2009, 6:30 PM EDT
jasons mind was a mushy pool of over simulated neaurons and pulsing path ways of blood. little mattered in his very happy little center of the world, a world wher he was being cleaned with toungue and still lovingly touched all over. the soft warm touch of power setting over him. meshing into his skin, joining them in delights he had never thought posable.truly this vampire lord of the city, raiven haird marble skined addonis was more akin to god than the fallen demon some called them. Do you find this valuable? |
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jakondas |
34. RE: blood and apples
Mar 31 2009, 7:06 PM EDT
Just about out of semen to cleanse, Jean Claude slipped from the bed, seeking the lubricant that he'd had stored in the lavish bathroom. As he returned he stilled, enjoying the view of the decadently sprawled form on the mussed sheets. Blue eyes tracked him from under heavy lids, those swollen lips slightly parted and giving just the bearest glimpse of with teeth. Gliding closer on silent feet he uncapped the tube in his hand and slicked a few fingers. He was going to need all of his control not to give into his desires and the insistant demands of the `ardeur` before Jason was ready for this. He wanted to be as deep as he could go and his patience was wearing thin. What was it about this man that had him desperate to claim him? Manoeuvering himself so that he was between the limp legs of the young wolf, the vampire lowered his head, bringing his lips in contact with the growing evidence of Jason's returning passions. There were some benifits of being other than human, and having a fast recovery rate was most certainly one of them... His lubbed ingers began to tease the puckered entrance as his tongue darted out to trace wet patterns on the skin under his mouth. Further down his own body he could feel the increasingly painful thobbing of his own erection. It was distracting, but not unbearable, not yet. Listening to the soft moans and whimpers coming from the other man was enough to drive him insane, but he concentrated on his fingers, sliding the first digit into the restrictive warmth of Jason's body. Do you find this valuable? |
