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Post by Aloysius on Jan 17, 2016 1:57:53 GMT
Cappie played at ignorance for a second as despite himself he loved the color rise to her cheeks. There was a glow about her that well he could simply drink in. Restraining himself from allowing his jest to go too far he righted the beast and cruised in a short circuit around the rest area. His mind on mimicking the instructions she’d relayed as well as attenuating his ears and senses to the world around them. They were completely alone. He had to restrain himself form leaping to his form of thanks. As such he forced himself through a few circles gliding to a stop very near where Dawn was worried over her beast.
The passing roar of vehicles merely an undernote to the sirens call of the sea. Its waves breaking in time to the heat wafting off her he looked at her with impunity as most humans averted their gaze.
“Slow enough for you? Or would you prefer a little more speed, something to get the blood flowing."
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Post by Dawn Vharos on Jan 17, 2016 5:15:48 GMT
She eyed him he did ok and when he stopped she breathed again but the look on his face again stole her breath. She groaned softly stripping the kutte off her exposing the red cami and black lace bra under. turing deliberately walking to a picnic table putting her sacred leather on it. staring at him from across the space wanting to strip bare but he'd need something to do." you have on to many clothes captain hook"
teasing she waited hands rubbing at her was like a junkie wanting a fix. He'd sort her she knew but the waiting was hard. Were all vampire pirates so good looking she wondered..she supposed they were picky about for ever so maye they picked all the pretty and handsome ones.
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Post by Aloysius on Jan 17, 2016 23:13:29 GMT
She’d never said anything about the kickstand. He’d watched her mount and disengage it so he reversed the action engaging it and dismounting in what to some passerby might seem far too fast. There was purpose to his actions she’d without meaning to challenged him. It was his mercurial nature he wanted to be the best she’d had and would bend the world to make it happen.
So he came on fast and ready but somehow just slow enough to keep the bruises to a minimal amount. Her passel of clothing he did his best to not tear. His own he cared nary a thought about and was down to his boots in a flash of movement faster than most would be able to follow.
Taking her in his arms he plunged home rising into the air. Each moment was another five to ten feet into the air before long they were hundreds of feet over the waves moving in time to the beating of land by sea.
His lips first on hers then her neck sliding the curve of that beautiful strong silken road. He was relentless. It was a thought to make love not conquer that slowed him into a rhythm. He had only been certain women for such a long time each engagement was for his sole pleasure. He was relearning giving instead of taking.
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Post by Dawn Vharos on Jan 18, 2016 1:07:52 GMT
things were a blur he was there when moments before he had not been. Her clothing was there then not before she could say anything he'd filled her to shaking and she clung out of pleasure and need so acute it was painful. Hair rushing past her wind kissing her skin but she was flame and felt nothing but him.
Even when he softened to tease she made noises but could focus until he bit down. That was the first she saw stars both literally and in her mind. The cry of bliss that accompanied it was clear.
She watched him and let him do as he wished urging him on hips flicking with his movements. Whispering" so this is what it feels like"
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Post by Aloysius on Jan 18, 2016 3:34:57 GMT
“No this is what living feels like.” He whispered keeping his hungry ravenous spirit at bay. Just barely. Her blood was the salve he needed. He was not nearly done and yet he knew despite himself they would need bottles of libation and food so that she would not drain herself dry. She was as heated as a fire and as wet as the sea. He always was drawn to the fiery ones.
“If’n I knew you’d be such a merry chase I would have chosen our assignation better.We’ve a ways to go.” He intoned his voice holding the mirth of his plans. He rose with her until they were over the ocean he held her hugging her tightly then dropped her.
Racing to catch her he snatched her away from the waves just before the largest lapped her feet. Pouring on a speed most would not believe they arrived at the Portside Bow of the ‘houseboat’ he’d made his own. It was actually a Catamaran which he didn’t like but it was on the water and for the price it was a steal. In actuality it was a steal. He’d implanted a phobia of the water in the owners head so deep he wouldn’t remember when it started but that he had always feared the water and it was just suddenly worse.
Setting her down he kissed her lips hard and with meaning. Kicking off his boots he made to go inside for libations and something for her to eat. She could either follow or stand he wasn’t sure which he preferred. No one was around for miles this desolate stretch of surf and sand was as isolated as could be short of the preternatural or by sea no one would know where in the world they were.
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Post by Dawn Vharos on Jan 18, 2016 4:05:33 GMT
Head back she sighed that first floating feeling ebbing and his words cutting the fogg a bit. She laughed clinging and then he had her feet just touch the ground. The feeling of her toes on the grass then her rear on her bike as he snagged the keys. She was overwhelmed by it all and him fill her again urgently promising he keep going left her a puddle so thorough that she didn't realize she was falling until her toe touched water and she screamed just as he caught her. She punched him best she could in the chest but then they were on a boat and she looked around.
He was walking away and she was wobbling on her legs oh hed pay for that one. She was gonna show him that she gave like she got as soon her she got hold of him but for now she found a seat and sunk to her bottom with a sigh. eyeing their surrounding the marina was familiar as a lesser used one in a quiet part of the city.
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Post by Aloysius on May 10, 2016 5:55:11 GMT
Exertions spent heaving sadly he watched as she slept. He could have been the monster he was yet he stayed his hand. He instead took to the sky and went hunting as mother ocean rocked her deeper to sleep. He stalked one corner then another of the seedier sides of town. Carefully he kept himself hidden and unnoticed. As carefully as he stalked his senses alert for the least notice he found what he was looking for someone who was as scandalously evil as he was at heart. Finding his target he closed the distance in the blink of an eye. He was upon the villain draining him of his life in a heartbeat. It was not enough he held his fury long enough to incinerate the remains. He knew he was breaking several laws both human and preternatural. Nicholas didn’t mind death so long as it was sanctioned by himself. This and the next few wouldn’t be.
Sighing he adjusted his cuffs. He even surprised himself at times all of that arterial blood and he managed to escape soiling any on himself. Chuckling he left the scene and looked forward to the celebration of life he would wreak in carnage tonight.
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