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Post by Kiki on Aug 27, 2008 20:40:11 GMT -5
FP and Vyn receive 2 tokens 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 FlyingPanther on Sept 11, 2008 12:52:03 GMT -5
There was part of her that wished her body hadn't lost tolerance of pain. So long away from him had made things that wouldn't have hurt as much do so. The worst part about it, was that she knew that pain in her ribs was nothing compared to what was coming. Wulfram wasn't done, and she was glad for it, she wanted to be with him over and over again. She just hoped that he took some mercy on her, which was...asking a lot. Oh well, if he kept his promise, she might get her tolerance back up just fine. She smiled a bit at the thought, only her eyes furrowed to show the discomfort her ribs were giving her. There were times that she wished the world was only made up of the bed and the two of them. She pined for his love so deeply, it was a deeper pain then any physical wound could inflict.
Her arms embrased him lightly, one of her hands tracing along his spine, feeling every bump of his vertebre, trying to sooth the pain out of her mind. She moaned lightly as her breasts were treated so tenderly by him, well...as tenderly as it was going to get. She loved when he played with them, it always got her going again rather quickly. A hand reached down to the small of his back rounding over his butt lightly. She closed her eyes, allowing the sensations of his work on her breasts to take over the pain on her ribs. She grinded herself into him slightly and moaned.
At his question she opened her eyes to look at his crimson ones, "Nnn...yes..." she breathed hardly above a whisper, as if her voice would suddenly ruin what was happening currently. "But...I will endure anything for you...my love." she raised a hand to brush his cheek lightly. She knew she had just given him the go ahead to do horrible things for her, and she knew she would later regret it. But suits how she loved this man...and she would do anything to make him happy, even if it meant undescribable pain for her. She gasped as his finger dug into a sore spot on her hips, wriggling slightly under his grasp playfully.
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Post by Vyn on Sept 11, 2008 15:59:06 GMT -5
Wulfram cupped her body against his, coddled and caressed it, running his tongue gently over her breast and nipples and nibbling every so often. She was adorable when she squirmed and moaned, her need so obvious to him. Which is why, of course, that he took such great pleasure in teasing that lithe little form of hers.
"My pet," he murmured lightly, kissing her hand when it brushed his cheek. He loved her deeply, more than he could ever express, but his sadism was ever insatiable and she...she broke so easily under his wicked ministrations. It had to be their greatest divide.
He rocked his body against her own grinding his need into her as he moaned soft encouragements into her ear. "One day, my pet, you vill learn to truly appreciate it." Or, rather, he hoped she would. Torture and fear and pain were all beautiful things...but they were nothing compared to the shared pleasure they could be having.
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Post by FlyingPanther on Sept 24, 2008 18:01:13 GMT -5
A hand reached up to massage his scalp, her fingers running through his increadibly silken white hairs, and a soft breathing sound escaping her lips as he carressed her with his own mouth all over. Each kiss, lick, and nibble exciting her just a little more, until she felt warm all over, and her cheeks flushed with her desire and need for the man. The other hand was kissed and she sighed softly, closing her eyes momentarily. There were no thoughts in times like these. These were the types of memories she held so closely to her heart. These were the moments from their younger years, when they first were married. Before everything turned dark...these were the kinds of memories she wished they could continue to make. It was rare...and she would cherish this moment as she cherished them all.
Her back arched in an instant as he grinded himself into her, her wet entrance positively pulsing with need for him. A gasp escaped her lips, and she hooked her arms around him once again. Lifting her face to his, the cold steel of her nose chain against his cheek as she kissed him softly, her lips barely away from his as she whispered, her lips carressing his like a feather as she spoke, "I hope so..." she said. She knew it was what he wanted to hear...or at least, thats what she thought he wanted to hear, but a part of her wasn't sure she ever would. Part of her wanted to just submit to everything, but she doubted that she would truely apprciate anything that wasn't how it used to be...so many years ago. She would just have to keep hoping.
She moaned as she rolled her hips up against his, her lower lips carressing his length softly with the motions. She shuddered underneath him, feeling just how hard we was against her, and only desiring him more.
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Post by Vyn on Sept 25, 2008 9:29:26 GMT -5
Her words were like a gentle blow, rocking him although she would never be able to tell. His hands didn't stop their loving strokes nor their occasional assaults on her pressure points, pressing just hard enough to make her gasp or to moan before moving on.
But there was something absolutely disheartening about her response. He didn't want her to lie to him and yet he already knew it wasn't the full truth even then. It would most likely never happen, and their relationship would continue to carry that fine slit that divided it from what Wulfram could call perfect.
Lenore was his one and only, he'd stay with her even if she couldn't learn to enjoy his brand of love, but he would have to continue finding satisfaction from others.
Pushing the thoughts from his head now as he'd done a million times before, Wulfram abruptly captured her lips against his own and finally relieved both of their aching needs by thrusting deep into her. His pace was rough but steady, pounding her to her core. He had originally intended to have 'fun' with this second round but he couldn't bring himself to now, not with these thoughts weighing so heavily on his mind.
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Post by FlyingPanther on Dec 17, 2008 17:59:01 GMT -5
She nuzzled her face against his, not wishing to pull herself away from his soft skin. Her nose, cold steel and all, traced his angular jaw and cheekbones. She shuddered, her body overwhelmed by need and sensation, and her adoration. She had felt him so many times, and yet, it was affectionate moments like this that always seemed to be new and exciting. She loved to trace his prominate features, as if by doing so she could confirm it was really him, the love of her life.
She shuddered violently beneath him as he captured her lips suddenly, soft touching turning to unsatible need. Her lips smashed against his, needy and begging, moaning deeply as he finally took her and she enveloped around his hard erection. She gasped as he pounded her, her arms wrapped around him tightly, and she began moving her hips in time with him, the sensation doubling within her. She could feel him grow harder within her, shudder. It ripped a moan from her again.
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Post by Vyn on Jan 4, 2009 2:42:43 GMT -5
Wulfram would take them both to their peak again, drive her until her quaking body could take no more. He wanted to see her breathless beneath him, and she always delivered so very nicely.
When he was fully satisfied, Wulfram would pull out and collapse beside her as he sucked in deep, contented breaths to fill his depleted lungs. She was such a lovely little thing... a loveliness that was his and his alone. He leaned in once his greedy lungs were satisfied, stroking her face and cheek gently before cupping it and pulling her into yet another kiss.
His Lenore.
His beloved wife and pet.
Hopefully she would be satisfied now. Satisfied and content to stay where she belonged, always and forever with him even if she was not able to remain by his side throughout that span of time. Work would, undoubtedly, pull him away again and he did not want to spend his business hours fretting over whether or not she was lost to him.
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Post by FlyingPanther on Jan 4, 2009 12:14:43 GMT -5
Lenore would never deny her Wulfram the satisfaction of knowing how much she was enjoying this, how his pleasuring moved her. She would always give him her sweet moans and subtle shuddering underneath him, if it would keep him by her side. As long as he loved her...she would do anything he asked of her... They came together for a second time, and Lenore was delirius with emotion, with the overwhelming feeling to ask him to chain her to him for good so that they could never part. But she knew this was rediculous, and something that Wulfram wouldn't like hearing. He never enjoyed hearing her desperation....only seeing it behind watery eyes...she supposed.... She kissed him deeply, wiggling herself into his arms, her chest against his, soaking up the bodily warmth they had created between them. Now she was sated as he...certain that he would never leave her side again...not for this long... [OOC: I suppose we can end it here then? Let me know and ill label it as complete <3] |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 4, 2009 17:35:31 GMT -5
(Sounds good to me<3)
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