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Post by FlyingPanther on Nov 28, 2007 23:17:44 GMT -5
She held her wings tightly to her body, not really liking the sound of Wulfram's sigh, but calmed once he touched her lightly. She held out her wing a little bit, letting him pet it gently, and welcoming the soft touch. Truth be told, she didn't want him to stop touching her. It had been to long without him, and the abandonment, weather she was happy now or not, was still a bit to much to deal with. She had not heard him speak to her, touch her, or show any affection to her in quite some time. She couldn't help longing for physical intimacy, even if it was only a kiss on the cheek. She noded at his words, feeling sorry that she had stooped so low into her animal form. She knew how much he hated animal forms. Wulfram was all about power, something that the form didn't give. She knew that he probably veiwed her as very weak right now. She was to some degree, but she didn't really want Wulfram to know. She would give the illusion at least of feeling better then she did. She quickly changed into her Bipedal form, or at least...as quickly as she could. "No need, I will fly along side you." she said softly. She knew she would be combersome to carry, not because she was heavy persay, but she had flown with stuff in her hands before, and it was alot harder then one would think. She was sure that it would be a burden upon Wulfram to carry her, even if he was strong. She touched his sholder lightly with a taloned hand, indicating that she was ready when he was. It would take all her strength to get home, she just hoped that she wouldn't disappoint Wulfram in her weakness. |
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Post by Vyn on Nov 30, 2007 19:55:35 GMT -5
Of all people to accept weakness from, it was Lenore. Even in her animal form he thought she was beautiful, but he would never tell her that. No, he'd sooner call her a filthy animal...but for now she would receive the sort of tender care that he only truly gave when he had vanished for long periods of time like this. As she shifted forms, he kept his hand upon her wing and watched her body morph into the winged beauty once more.
His true expression was hard to read, but his eyes were quietly thoughtful.
"Dhen let's be gone from this place, I vish to be home now."
He shifted slightly, wings spreading suddenly to their fully length before he leaped upward into the heavens above. For only the briefest of moments did he hesitate, lingering in the treetops just long enough to assure himself that Lenore was in his wake and under his protective gaze, and then he was off into the night's sky. The whole way home he would remain close, hovering somewhere between a protective lover and a possessive master. Neither side of him wanted to let her go now, they had spent far too much time apart.
Perhaps it was true, what they said, absence did make the heart fonder...but Wulfram wasn't about to make a habit of testing his heart's capabilities.
When at last they alighted at home, deep in the Tugley Wood, Wulfram was quick to approach and unlock the door but hesitated to hold it open for her. They were alone here for now, even though he had hired hands which came to work from time to time. As of now they knew he was out on business, but he'd summon them back in the morning to deal with those pesky domestic chores that he did not feel like bothering himself with. No, he had something quite different on his mind...especially now that they were safely behind closed doors.
Changing forms as he walked, Wulfram's arms found their way around Lenore's hips. If she hadn't changed back to human already, then the feeling of his feather-less arms would've been prompting enough.
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Post by FlyingPanther on Nov 30, 2007 20:38:08 GMT -5
She watched as Wulfram propelled himself into the air with a sure kick off the ground and a couple powerful thundering flaps of his wings. She let her eyes linger, watching him as he ascended to a nice height before he waited for her to join him in flight. It was now or never, and she hoped she had enough in her to get back home without upsetting him. She wiggled her tail feathers in anticipation, lightly passing the weight of her body from foot to foot. It had been at least a week since she was able to streach out her wings, let alone fly, and she gasped a bit as she did so now, sore muscles angry at her for exhurting such a horrible strain on them already. She would have bit her lip had she been in human form, to keep from making to much noise and alerting Wulfram, but she was not in that form, and he was far away enough that he probably couldn't hear her. To much time had past...it was now.
With a powerful kick and whoosh of wings she bulleted herself into the air, attempting to use the least amount of work possible as she came up to meet him. And then they were off, soaring over the Tugley Wood towards home. She was so glad to be in the air, even if with every flap she felt pain. It was nice to feel the wind whip along her feathers, almost tickling them. Chains flew behind her like ribbons with her speed. The flight was absolutely brutal, but in the end, she had made it without so much as a falter. Not very many good things could be said of her landing though, which had ended with her tripping slightly, and needing to regain composure. She blushed, slightly embarrassed...and hoping that Wulfram had not seen her bit of weakness.
She walked into the house, chains dragging behind her and making soft chinking noises against the floor as she picked up her feet, though even this activity had proved slightly difficult, only made a little easier by the adreniline that the flight had given her. She looked around. The house was as she left it, and she smiled, happy to be back, not thinking to change into any forms. Besides, it was a little easier to walk around in bird bipedal form right now, what with bird's bones and body structures tending to be a little more slim and weightless then a humans. It put just that much more ease on her weakened body.
Suddenly she felt hands against her hips. She hadn't been expecting it as she looked around the room, and she couldn't help but jump slightly, swiftly turning around to meet his gaze. She knew that look, and it made her body flutter. Slowly her feathers retracted into her skin as she morphed, some magically forming clothing, others plating in on themselves to create skin. Her beak shrank and retracted into her face, turning slowly into her nose and mouth. It was a slow process, a testiment to her aching and tired body, which left her with a blush of shame.
Just as her body had finally become human, she placed her hands upon his sholders lightly. She could feel the weight of her body pulling her down, but she forced her legs straight so she could stand before him. "We're home..." she said softly, almost in a whisper stating the obvious, feeling anxious in the quiet...knowing what was about to happen next. It wasn't a completely uncommon occurance after coming home after a long time away, or even sometimes a short time away. She stood close to him, feeling his light breathe upon her face, her body giving off shivers in her anticipation.
She felt a bit strangely this time, in a way she hadn't before. She hesitated, not sure what to do. This had been the longest time they had been away from eachother. There was a part of her that wanted to jump him. She needed him more then ever now, it was to help reaffirm their love for eachother. She needed to know that he loved her, and despite sleeping with others, was willing to come back to her and do the same. She needed to feel like they did so long ago. But maybe that was also the reason she hesitated. Maybe...it really had just been to long this time. Maybe she was far more hurt then she had been telling herself she was. She didn't know how many people he had slept with, how many people he had revisited over and over again. He had always reassured her that despite sleeping with others she had always been the one. But gone for so long, she couldn't help but doubt. Maybe there was another woman...or man...he was just as interested in? Oh god, she hoped that wasn't true.
Her thoughts disturbed her, and she wanted them to go away. She didn't want him to see her upset, so she laid her head on his chest, pulling his sholders towards her. He had promised never to leave her alone for so long again, but he had never promised her that there wasn't someone else. She shut her eyes, willing the thoughts to go away.
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Post by Vyn on Nov 30, 2007 22:03:37 GMT -5
There were others. He could not deny that, didn't bother trying. She deserved to know the truth, he felt, and at times the sadist in him enjoyed it. Enjoyed watching her wither and return to him even after he was unfaithful...but this time. This time had been too long, but not because their love had run dry. She had nearly left him, nearly abandoned him. That was too long. He'd pushed his luck and it had very nearly run out on him.
Forcing himself to resist swallowing down the lump in his throat and to instead let it retract on his own, he did as Lenore did and focused his attention on other more reassuring things.
Like the quiet path he'd begun, moving her lithe body along through the house and back toward the room that was so familiar to them. As he moved, he teased her with his soft breath, well aware of how she fluttered when his breath raced over her fragile flesh. Slowly but surely he was returning to himself, regaining his shaken confidence and bruised ego. This act would be reassuring Wulfram as much as it was reassuring his beloved.
"Nnn... I've missed you."
They were in the bedroom now, and he was pulling her down onto their bed of the finest materials; still slightly mussed from their last night at home. It only made it that much easier to fall back into the sheets.
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Post by FlyingPanther on Nov 30, 2007 22:20:24 GMT -5
She felt herself being pushed backword softly and got the hint. He wanted to go into the bedroom. Shakily she followed him, feeling both exhilerated as well as anxious. Should she be doing this? Her body couldn't seem to make up it's mind. Her heart had been hurt, she decided, and for some reason there was a small rebellion within her waiting to emerge. She wondered if she had done the right thing by staying behind, not continueing forward when she had freed herself. Would her father have wanted this? If he knew how he treated her, would he still want her to stay with him. She would never know, for his funeral had been a long time ago.
But then she looked up at his face. Snow white as if cut from the purest marble, and she couldn't help but melt. All those times in the past where it had been them, night after night after night, falling so hopelessly in love. What had changed? What had she done? Maybe she wasn't giving him the sex that she had before? Maybe she was not that interesting anymore? She wanted so desperately for things to be as they where. She grew sad, knowing that no matter how badly he had hurt her the past week, she would end up in bed with him tonight. If only to relive the old days.
"I missed you so much." she said, grabbing his shirt in a fist and trying not to let her voice shake with the emotion inside her. She gasped softly, leaning herself down onto the bed as he laid her there. Holding her arms out to him. "I love you..." she said breathily, her bottom lip quivering slightly as she was unable to hold it back anymore, she bit down on it. She knew he wouldn't like it.
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Post by Vyn on Nov 30, 2007 22:30:08 GMT -5
Wulfram was doing a lot of things he didn't like lately, it seemed. There was nothing he could do for it though, he had damned himself to all of this when he'd taken up that decision. He wasn't going to be a lowly card anymore. Sure he was born with his human form and a fortune of gold to back him, enough to make him a mini prince, but when it all came down to it he was still a 7 of Spades and he would most likely receive no recognition for it.
The Quest to become something greater, however, was far more strained for a 7 than he'd previously imagined...but he'd make it there. Even if he had to pull every underhanded trick in the book to get him up the ladder.
"I love you too."
Wulfram had, in a rather surprising act, ignored her trembling lip and they she bit it to hold it still. This was not the time to squander her pain away and force her to pretend it was not there. This was the time, for once, for him to fix his awful mistake. So he pushed onward despite the sorrow trembling upon her features and he fell to kissing her.
In a passionate melding his lips met her and his arm tightened about her body while he deepened the kiss more and more by the moment. Before long his tongue flicked against her lips, seeking entrance.
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Post by FlyingPanther on Nov 30, 2007 22:45:41 GMT -5
What was this?
Lenore knew nothing of what went on in his mind. Lately he didn't seem to talk about very much, and he certainly wouldn't have mentioned to her that he was seeking to rank up. Really, lately she had a rather hard time figuring out what he was thinking exactly. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that he felt remorse for what he had done. To her, the week alone had just been a testiment to possibly longer times away from him. Now was a week...later...it could be two...or three. She had hoped that he was being honest to her when he said he would never do this again, but really Wulfram had never lied to her. At least, not to he knowledge.
It had been so long since he had been this tender with her, she was almost frightened by it. It took her a second to realize that the kiss was truely sincere, and when she finally did it was like dying and going to heaven. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and returned the kiss with the same intencity behind it, if not more in her pure ecstacy. She needed this so badly, she needed to know that this was how he truely felt about her, and now she was puddy in his hands. Truth be told, this already was overwhelmingly pleasureable to her. For so long not to even see, suddenly her sences were on fire. Every touch made her body ache for more.
Despite herself she realized her eyes were leaking, but did her best to ignore it, focusing all her love and need upon Wulfram. She opened her mouth to recieve his tongue, her own tongue searching to lightly greet it. Her hands found their way around his back, pulling him closer, begging him to be one with her. The Yang to her Yin.
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 2, 2007 10:43:51 GMT -5
Sample In-Thread Token Post FP and Vyn both receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Vyn on Dec 10, 2007 8:52:39 GMT -5
Wulfram's tongue danced against her own, as his hungry orbs devoured her. Beautiful, so beautiful...and all his. The tears even, dripping down from the corner's of those deep purple orbs were something that Wulfram couldn't help but enjoy. No matter how he denied it, no matter how much he often contemplated releasing Lenore from his sadism, he knew it would always be there. His lips slipped away from her own and instead he found the silken, tear-stained flesh of her cheek.
Teasingly his tongue lapped up the tears as a low groan sounded in the back of his throat. She was absolutely delicious.
Wulfram pressed closer, his hands clenched upon her shoulders as his body rocked against her own. Harder now than it had before, as urgent as Lenore was for a more complete melding of their bodies. He intended to make up for all their recent time apart. She'd be a captive to his bed for the remainder of the evening and well into morning with only a few meals and time to recuperate in between each passionate reuniting.
"My love, my pet..." His words were panted hard against her ear, Wulfram's breath coming more and more heavily with each hard roll of his hips against hers. "How I've missed you."
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Post by FlyingPanther on Dec 15, 2007 18:41:13 GMT -5
A moan escaped from her lips at the sound of his, his tongue having left hers to lick the tears streaming down from her eyes uncontrolably. She opened them, looking into his own hungry red eyes. Most times, they where actually quite frightening, but her love for him now, her bittersweet and saddened love and need for him, made his eyes look like glistening rubies. So beautiful, his skin so white in contrast to her colored skin, his white hair against her jet black ones. Her hands roamed his back hungrily, pulling him as close as she could so that her body almost hurt with the force. She licked and nibbled at his neck, eyes crying but making no sounds of sobing. He liked her like this, so sad. She wished she could rest in the knowledge that she was the only one who had ever pleasured him like this, but that would always and forever be a lie. She suffered for her fidelity to him, but she didn't want to be with anyone else.
She moaned as he ground into her, occationally hitting a pleasureable spot. She could feel herself moistening beneath her clothing, and the thought as well as his constant hard motion against her made her cry out. She could feel his bluge growing. She reached her hands down from her back, slowly feeling along his sides before she rested them upon her own, raising her blouse up her body, seperating her hungry mouth from his neck only to pull it up and over her head and off her body, tossing it to some unknown place on the side of the bed. She took his hand gently and lead it up and behind her, to her back, where the clasp of her black bra waited to be undone. She could hardly stand not feeling his bare skin against hers any longer, and she knew that he probably felt the same. Her hands meanwhile fiddled with his pants, her mouth nipping and kissing at his neck as she found her way back up to his mouth again.
Her eyes continued to run with tears as he spoke to her, "Oh Wulfram......please...never leave me again. I thought I was going to die without you."
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