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Post by FlyingPanther on Aug 12, 2008 9:25:29 GMT -5
She could feel her body slide up the bed, the silken sheets feeling cold and wonderful against her increasingly more warmed skin. She could feel her skin getting dewy from the heat created between them. A hand quickly moved from around Wulfram's back to the headboard of the bed, her fingers splaying like a spider web to catch the impact of their love making while he rocked into her so that she would not hit her head against it. Not that she really cared about the pain, but there was something awkward and mood killing about allowing your head to hit the headboard over and over.
It helped to prop her up closer to his mouth, taking some pressure off of her poor aching nose, which Wulfram still held the leash from tightly. She shook and rocked with him in rhythem, her last remaining arm wrapping around his back tightly, pressing her breasts against his own chest and holding strands of his ghostly white hair. "UNnnn...Yes..." she moaned into his mouth and it was unclear even to her if the word had been a question or just a reaffirmant of the pleasure she was feeling along with the pain. The pain, however, had subsided into a blissful and different kind of pleasure, her body was numb with it.
Her mouth opened to allow him entry. She found herself growling slightly, the need to have as much of him inside her beginning to dominate her thoughts. Her tongue lashed out like a snake to meet his, caressing and fucking his in unison with his intencity.
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Post by Vyn on Aug 12, 2008 19:58:23 GMT -5
Wulfram longed to ravage her entirely, to leave her panting and barely conscious beneath him. To see those eyes hazed with so much pleasure that she could comprehend nothing else. His beautiful pet, his bound angel, she was perfect in those moments. Perfectly his.
At last he dropped the leash, allowing her nose a little relief as his attentions darted down upon that beautiful body of hers. Untouched as of late and in dire need of a 'fix'. She needed a hint of that lovely black and purple that so adorned her feathers in her lesser forms to return to that wondrously pale skin. His nails caught her ribs without warning, biting into the flesh as he both drug her closer and rocked more heavily into her.
He wanted to make her scream.
To paint her in a beautiful array of crimson and bruises.
When at last he relinquished their tangle of tongues, Wulfram caught Lenore's lower lip between his teeth and bit roughly upon the soft skin. Blood welled up gently, nothing but thin rivulets but oh so delicious.
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Post by FlyingPanther on Aug 13, 2008 12:58:58 GMT -5
Under any other circumstances, the rough handling would have hurt a great deal, maybe causing her to scream instantly. It still hurt, but instead of a scream, a groan erupted from her thoart that was deep and full of need as well as the distinct sound of wincing. Her skin felt numb and tingling, as if it wanted to envelope Wulfram. She was so physically deprived at this point that anything, even pain, would be welcomed happily. She just wanted to feel him, reaffirm that this wasn't just a wonderful dream, but that he was really with her and wanted to be.
Their bodies mashed deeper into each other with the added motion of his fingers pulling her towards him. She could feel the sting and she sighed. But before she really had a chance to internalize the pain, their lips parted, and she lunged to meet his mouth again, at which point he cought and bit her lower lid. The pressure was increadible and it warenteed a pained squeal of suprise. It sent a shudder through her body, and she unintentionally sunk her nails into his back as she pulled herself closer to him. She was not into causing bruises like he was. His pearl white skin was imaculate and she never thought about changing it. However, in the heat of the moment, in her need to have all of him, she had made the mistake of sinking sharp nails into him.
She ventured with her tongue to taste the small bits of blood that welled from the injury, copper assulting her tastebuds. She pushed her mouth into his, her lower lip still trapped, kissing his upper lip and enjoying the taste of herself and the thought that Wulfram was doing the same.
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Post by Vyn on Aug 20, 2008 0:08:28 GMT -5
The taste of her was delightful. Her blood coppery sweet against his eager tongue. Even once he released her lip, however, he didn't surrender the kiss. Her lips were far too delicious to give up so easily.
Once Lenore's nails sunk into his back, however, the crow hissed slightly and nipped her lip sharply. He didn't mind pain, not usually, but there was nothing better than a well trained lover. "Vatch your nails, mein love." He whispered once he released her lip, licking her blood from his own as he stared down at her with half-lidded eyes.
All the while he continued the torturous traveling of his fingers, pressing into the delicate spaces between her ribs with long nails and strong fingers. He wanted to leave his mark on her, to paint her beautiful pale skin in an array of bruises so that she couldn't soon forget who it was that she belonged to.
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Post by FlyingPanther on Aug 20, 2008 0:33:17 GMT -5
Her lip bled freely, a stinging ache remaining behind the pressure of Wulfram's teeth. She kissed him deeply, her blood mixing with her saliva, and his. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as her eyes fluttered. "Unn.." she moaned, pleasure rolling through her entire body as they rocked together.
She was corrected, and it was only then that she realized what she was doing, and she loosened her grip on his back, "Forgive me..." she breathed trying to regain a hold on his back without digging into him, and allowing herself to keep closer to him. She opened her eyes to look at his own beautiful crimson ones, so full of so many things it was dazzling. It made her eyes tear up slightly...
But more so then the beauty of his eyes, was the pain beginning to double, and even with her craving his touch...even as they ravaged each other she could still feel pain. She groaned in pain, her insides pleading for her to ask him to stop, but she knew what would happen if she did, and so she just winced, hoping he would let up now that he had caused zebra stripes of blood and bruises along her ribs, "Ahh...Wulfram...Nnn..." she groaned, her breath catching in her throat.
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Post by Vyn on Aug 20, 2008 0:59:49 GMT -5
Wulfram's eyes were alight with the passion of the moment, of the delight for pain and blood and the beautiful marks he was painting over her ribs. If the desire to pound her raw wasn't so strong, he would've taken an intermission then and there... prolonging the pleasure (and the pain) before finally giving her the climax they both utterly desired.
Absence, however, filled his body with such a need to fulfill himself that he couldn't have stopped then even for the pleasure of her sweet suffering.
"Lenore... Nnnn! Mein geliebter." When at last he released his grip, Wulfram brought his pale fingers to his lips and artfully sucked away the blood as he pounded into her; driving into her tight, neglected body with thrusts so forceful they alone could've left her aching. "You taste so, ahhh, very delicious."
When all of his long digits were at last clean, he shifted his grasp to her hips and drug her close to him once again.
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Post by FlyingPanther on Aug 20, 2008 1:11:13 GMT -5
Her breath was short and laborious, her panting audible to even the deaf, each time a small moan erupting from her as she began to feel a bit faint, and even nausous from the continued taste of blood in her mouth. She resigned her body to him completely, letting her body be pounded into with such force, that even now she felt aching, and knew that she probably wouldn't be able to walk the next morning without at the very least a limp. "Oh Wulfram....Nnn...Unnn..."
Still, despite all the pain he was delivering onto her, she clung to him, as if desperate never to let him go. She felt him grip her hips and a loud groan escaped her lips. The way he held her, her body wishing to be touched more and more, it was so firm. Firm enough to make the bones ache underneath her skin, as if he was about to break them with the grip that he had on her. "NNNNnn.." she moaned, pushing her breasts into him, hoping they would prove to be a distraction.
She couldn't even thrust back anymore, her body so full of pleasure and pain, all she could do was keep the rhythm and moan as her body alerted her to the oncoming climax....she tried to hold on to it with all her might...Wulfram wouldn't be happy if she climaxed before him....but the neglect she had felt...and now this...it was to much for her poor mind to bear...
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Post by Vyn on Aug 20, 2008 2:04:04 GMT -5
With this body that he knew so well beneath him, Wulfram could feel the raven's approaching orgasm even as she strained to resist it. That new tenseness, a gentle shift in her breath. All of it was perfect.
"Zat ist meine good girl, climax viff me."
With that command of a warning, Wulfram plunged twice into Lenore before at last allowing himself the relief of orgasm and filling his beautiful pet to the brim with his hot seed. Once the intensity of his climax had passed, however, the crow had absolutely no intention of relenting in his fun now. Slowly he pulled back, reluctantly pulling out of her for the time being in order to focus more fully on the 'canvas' that was her body.
Dipping down, he slid his fingers over her wondrously raw ribs as he began to trace teasing kisses over her breasts before, without warning, biting lightly on her nipple. The night was far from over, he wanted to make her burn.
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Post by FlyingPanther on Aug 20, 2008 13:24:04 GMT -5
She said nothing, afraid that just speaking would set her off. She held on to the sensation tightly, her body aching from the exertion of holding it at bay, and finally Wulfram gave her all the permission she needed. As he flowed into her, she let out a groan, climaxing with him. It felt as if she had been out in the cold for so long, and finally was able to get a warm shower. A suprising warmth filled her entire body, and she gasped, her mouth opened in a small o as she rode the sensation to it's end.
She had no time to rest...or recover. The moment she had regained herself even for a second, she could feel him slowly working. She hissed with pain as he traced his fingers over the stinging wounds on her sides. With the warming up and climax gone, she was now beginning to feel the extent of her wounds, and her eyes began to well up, not with sadness, but from the pain.
She sighed slightly as Wulfram kissed her breasts, enjoying the contentment she recieved from such tenderness. The small bite prompted her to squeal and writhe underneath him with suprise. She laughed a little bit. The gesture hadn't been painful, just suprising. Her breasts were feeling a bit neglected, and she welcomed the attention they were getting, especially since it wasn't that bad.
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Post by Vyn on Aug 22, 2008 9:46:05 GMT -5
Wulfram loved the sound of that pained hiss, knowing full well that she was long unaccostumed to his sadism after their absence. He would simply have to train her to love it again, to remember the joys of her pain and the skill with which he administered it. He worked her slowly into the pleasure -- his idea of it, at least --, teasing her breasts with lips and tongue and, of course, the occasional nip.
The sight of tears brimming in her eyes made him groan lowly with satisfaction. Already he knew these were different tears than the ones from before. The pain was sinking in at last.
"Does it hurt, mein liebes?" His hands slid down all the way to her hips, sliding over her curves before he located yet another pain point and pressed firmly against it. He would allow her ribs to rest and recover for now, give the sting time to sink in while he focused on other areas.
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