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Post by Scene on Aug 28, 2009 13:11:01 GMT -8
His eyebrows drew down as the girl refused to respond. It was obvious to him he was going to need a little more time with her before she actually opened up and had an intelligent and violent free conversation with him. He turned to walked around the counter to head into the room, but a small noise flitted up from his polished kitchen floor- a little meow. He looked down, the one eyed kitten looking up at him, dialated pupils and licking of its lips showing obvious hunger. He bent at the legs, a violent image of grabbing its head and crushing it in his fist passing through his mind fleetingly before he tilted his head a little to mimic the feline. He studied it, the fur haphazard and obvious stuck with small bits of things, and its smell was not one he would wish to constantly inhale.
"So, you think we're on good terms now?" The cat didnt respond, it just meowed expectantly. He let out a long, full breath.
He pushed a peice of sasauge off the plate and onto the floor.
"Don't think you can get away with hypocrisy all the time. Love me or hate me shithead, don't try and do both."
And with that he stood, walking into the bedroom and sitting down on the bed next to her.
"Eat. Your body needs to recover." He would sit and watch her after she refused, tilting his head a little. He left her there for a moment, returning with a scapel and a thick slab of steak- VERY rare. He reached up, cutting a slow gash on the side of his neck, on the other side of the massive vein and lower, toward the shoulder blade. Blood would pour forth, and run down his chest.
"Then eat, and drink, and live."
Why was he doing all this?
And he waited.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 28, 2009 13:35:59 GMT -8
Vespyr eyed the dish critically, looking back at the male with a cynical expression on her face. Her eyes silently inquired, "What the fuck is that shit?"
However when he returned with the scalpel and dug it into his bare skin, the violet orbs widened hungrily. The blood spilled out from his neck and cascaded down his torso, leaving beautiful red contours as the drops made their way down his bare chest. Vespyr's heart began to beat faster as the smell of the crimson fluid penetrated her senses and seemed to bathe her in its lovely warm scent... She imagined sucking the blood from the open wound, tasting its tangy-but-sweet flavour on her tongue, coating her fang-like teeth... Licking every drop from the male's chiseled body, from his neck all the way down to where his jeans covered the rest of him...
The femme suddenly had the urge to throw the blankets from her body and pounce on the male, sinking her teeth and her claws into his neck and having him right there on the floor. Her eyes were wide now, drinking in every detail of the temptation before her. Before she had a chance to lose control, Vespyr groaned and rolled over in the bed, squeezing her eyes shut and gritting her teeth. She wanted to jump on him so badly... and didn't understand where these urges were coming from. She had never felt this way before, and was nearly frightening herself at the intensity in which she desired him and his blood. "What do you think I am, a f-fucking v-vampire?" she stammered through clenched teeth, resisting the urge to look back.
(ooc: for any admins watching, I'm foreshadowing the first activation of my qi since it is on probation period currently..)
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Post by Scene on Aug 28, 2009 14:08:48 GMT -8
Scenes eyes slid almost playfully over to where she sat. He didnt move otherwise, waiting the the feel of her mouth and teeth on his body. He cocked an eyebrow as she rolled over, shivering and shuddering as she spoke. He knew just what it was that would push her to the point he longed to see. He would see everything, from her bare flesh to her inner secrets. Time would tell all. He reached up, wiping a finger through the blood still coming from his neck. She had asked if he thought her a vampire. Maybe not in a literal sense, but he felt she had an addiction to the smell and taste of blood. He had seen it before when she grabbed his neck, and now, the way her pupils had dialated and her face had changed, in only re-affirmed it. Scene wasnt dumb, he saw everything and he would bring out the side of her she was trying to hide.
He reached around and held the blood in front of her, right in front of her mouth, under her nose.
"No, but i know you like Blood. Its obvious, girl."
He waited, watched, smiling as he saw her body and face react to his next step in stimulai.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 28, 2009 14:50:03 GMT -8
Vespyr stared in horror as the male offered his blood to her, her body beginning to shiver quite violently, her eyes wide and dilated. The tantalizing smell was unescapeable now, and she just had to taste him...
Swiftly, as if her body were being controlled by some otherwordly force, Vespyr's arm shot out from beneath the covers and she grasped the male's arm firmly, her claws deep into his flesh. She pulled him closer, gently taking the finger in her mouth and swirling her tongue until it was clean. She closed her eyes, making a low humming sound that could only be described as a soft purr... Suddenly, her eyes opened; their normal shade of lilac had turned an eerie deep fuschia like the deep, sumptuous juice from a blackberry. Her head was throbbing, she felt horribly dizzy. Her body began to quiver, and she smiled, revealing her fanglike teeth with the male's blood still clinging to them. The kitten-esque purr had become a frightening growl than emanated from deep in her throat.
The sheets were still falling back to the bed when Vespyr's body collided with the male's, pulling him closer simultaneously with the hand that viciously held fast his arm. If her force was strong enough on him, the two half-naked bodies would be thrown violently against the wall, blood splattering from the male's neckwound. Vespyr would hungrily attempt to sink her teeth into the wound, all the while tearing at his torso with her claws as she straddled him. The only thing in her mind now was:
BLOOD.
(ooc: qi activated. Stats due to activation: STR: 21 DEX: 120 CON: 60 INT: 5 WIS: 16 CHA: 5)
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Post by Scene on Aug 28, 2009 15:04:23 GMT -8
Scenes eyes lit up as she sucked his finger, the thoughts of sexual passion twirling in his head.
Then, she smiled most evilly.
Her body suddenly gripping his, slamming them into a wall as she straddled and sucked on his wound. His erect manhood body felt weak somehow, as though her attack on him sapped his strength. He moaned slightly, his hands gripping her bottom as her mouth sucked fluid from his body. He finally did it- pushed her passed that supressed little weakling that had been laying there previously and pulled from her shell the lioness. He loved it. Savored every second of it. He lifted her into the air, pushing himself off the wall so her legs could wrap around his waist. He couldnt help feeling the tension, and as his body grew weaker, something inside him grew stronger. He loved her skin, tingling against him, making this situation a natural aphrodesiac.
Of course, it wouldnt last.
His knees buckled as the amount of blood she drank grew and grew and grew.
Suddenly, his hands would be placed at her midsection, chucking her away from him with a foriegn strength. Her body would be slammed into the opposite wall, leaving an indentation where her back had met it. He rose his head and opened his eyes. Much like hers, his had turned a deep, inky black. No pupils, nopt iris, no whites. Pure Black. A grin passed over his own face as he shot to his feet, color returning to his body as a sudden influx of energy created the blood lost, new fluid draining from the wound. He breathed heavily, his hand reaching down and tearing the jeans from his legs to give his body more mobility (he's still wearing boxers).
"Come little one, let me show you the meaning of PAIN!"
As he spoke the last words, a hard concussion to the air would signal his Qi's activation, his anger and hunger boiling over into a rage never before seen. His body grew in size and his mind went wild for the need to hurt.
He charged her, throwing a hard punch at where she would be standing, aiming to crush her skull in one swift blow.
OOC((Stats have been PMed to her. Posts until Scene faints: 3/3))
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 28, 2009 15:28:43 GMT -8
With a blood-curdling screech, the femme was hurled against the wall. The wind was knocked out of her for a moment, but she caught her breath, oblivious to the pain she would be feeling if she were completely conscious. Within an instant, she was back on her feet, and faced her attacker with a sadistic smile stretched across her razor-sharp teeth. His words meant nothing to her now, and as he charged her, she was prepared to be gone in an instant if she had to. She ducked easily from his deadly blow, hungering for more of his delicious blood.
Once the male's fist had reached the place she had been only moments ago, she lashed out with her hand and raked her claws across chest, dragging them through the flesh of his neck all the way down to his muscular midriff. Before she could be caught in one of his mighty hands, for he could have easily snapped her neck, she darted away toward the bed. Her feet, free from the heavy combat boots, nimbly leapt onto the rail at the foot of the bed, and from there, she threw herself as hard as she could at her foe's back. If she were to succeed, she would lock herself onto him by wrapping her legs around his waist again and return to drinking the sickly sweet liquid that poured from him now.
(posts until bloodthirst passes: 2/3)
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Post by Scene on Aug 28, 2009 15:41:32 GMT -8
Scenes fist only caught air, and he felt nothing as her fingers caught skin. Generally, he would laugh at the moment, for the feeling of agony and flames in his nerves brought him to joyful ecxtasy. But this time, this time there was nothing. He snatched downward, but she was gone again, suddenly on his back, her mouth latching onto his neck once more. He grabbed her head, pulling her down harder onto the wound to reduce the amount of suction power her mouth could get. He ran through the wall where he body had indented, then plowed through the door to the cold room across the hall where he had repaired her. There, with cement walls, would lie his ability to destroy her body and break her mind.
He slammed himself backwards into one of the walls as hard as he could, aiming to crush her body. He grinned the entire time, slamming her against it again. This would jolt her teeth into his wound more but he didnt care- he couldnt feel it. After the second slam, he would pull up on her head and bend at the waist, using her hair to throw her off his body. With the fact that he was crushing her against the wall, her legs would likely loosen due to the force, and this would allow him to chuck her like a rag doll across the room.
Once she hit the floor, he would slam a hand into the wall, ripping a chunk of stone from it and rushing her, hoping to once again crush her head and make brain soup.
posts until Scene faints: 2/3
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 28, 2009 16:03:06 GMT -8
Vespyr coughed as her mouth was pressed tightler against the male's warm skin, choking on the blood as it rushed down her throat. Her hands closed in on his neck like a tourniquet, piercing the skin and releasing more of what she craved so badly. Her fierce grip allowed her to stay with her skin pressed close to his as he charged through the walls; she should have loosened her grip as he ran, but she held fast, blinded by the need to drink to warm crimson wine. At the last moment before her body would have been fatally crushed under his wieght, she leapt away from the danger with astonishing speed.
Perched on the operating table with her teeth maliciously bared, Vespyr prepared to make another swift leap toward the male's legs. She would slither between his calves and sink her teeth into the soft flesh of the inner knee, tearing and crushing one or more of the jutting tendons there between her jaws. Her hands gripped his thigh firmly, and if she were to succeed in this, her foe would collapse to the floor without the support of one of his legs.
(ooc: posts until bloodthirst passes: 1/3)
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Post by Scene on Aug 28, 2009 16:33:20 GMT -8
Scene growled as his attack missed her. The damn demon child was like a fucking monkey, and his large, brutish arms were far to slow to keep up with her. He watched her, eyes wearing and expecting the girl to return to the assault. This time, when she moved, he tried to look to where she was heading, and as the hands clasped on his leg, he brought the other one up and back, cracking into her midsection so as to send her flying away from him and leaving his legs undamaged. Well, for the most part. Her grip had caused severe bleeding, and he would turn, limping slightly. He began heading in her direction, knowing her power was over with. He smiled as he stood over her, a raging hard on suddenly coming into veiw.
Say what?
Blood flow, sensitive nerves, addiction to pain= boner. who knew?
He stopped, wind rushing from his body in a hot instant.
"Your lucky...i could have killed you, you know."
And with that, he fell left, shutting his body down on his own to keep him from harming her further as he passed into a slumber.
OOC(( Manual Shutdown of Qi. Automatic Fainting. +1 loss.))
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 28, 2009 17:18:23 GMT -8
The girl's head spun as she flew through the air, hitting the hard concrete wall. She was beginning to feel dizzy again, and as she lay there, she shook and convulsed and a small trickle of blood ran from her lips. Licking it away, she opened her eyes.
She was in the medical room again, bathed in blood, and the doctor was lying on the ground a few feet from where she was sprawled. His clothes were gone, excluding his boxers that did not do much to conceal his manhood, and the flesh on his chest so bloodied that one couldn't tell if the skin was even there anymore. The first thought that ran through the girl's mind was whether or not he was dead. Coughing, Vespyr came to her feet and walked warily over to where he lay, crouching down again and putting her ear near his mouth. The male was breathing, which came as a relief to her, because if she was going to get any answers it would be from him...
Contemplating whether or not to attempt to wake him, she looked up and down his tattered body, taking in every fine gorey detail and feeling... quite turned on by it. The way the blood still poured from his neck, which was the last thing she remembered before being here, made her want to clean the wound with her tongue... but to her surprise, the taste of blood was already apparent in her mouth like she had just had a glass of it as a dessert wine. In fact, she noticed, she was covered in blood but didn't appear to be bleeding... Did I do this?
Vespyr sat down, and bringing her face very close to his, breathed in his scent, the seductive aroma of blood mixed with the male's own scent, and she ran her finger across the metal mask playfully. She paused when she reached his lips, and bent down to place a kiss there, moving her hands down to his neck, fingering the wounds one by one, and wondered when her playmate would wake up.
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Post by Scene on Aug 28, 2009 18:43:50 GMT -8
Everything was black, his mind moving at a sluggish pace. It didnt alarm him, didnt put him on a heightened state of fright or panic, but rather he wallowed in it, drank it in and enjoyed it. He passed through thoughts and time like it was an age of the world, or so it seemed. He loved this part of his powers- it meant no weight, not need to ponder the deeds of his past or the deeds of his future. He could just wander aimlessly into the distant recesses of his mind and return at a moment of his own choosing. It was likened unto a sleep, yet deeper and far darker. He held no connection to the outside world besides a physical one, nothing he could truly do to lift an arm, unless he chose to raise an eyelid. Of course, in this instant, things changed for him, and he had no need to word for himself.
He felt, strangely, the gently press of lips against his own. His lips were soft, and gave way easily to the kiss placed on them. His eyes slid slowly open, the small, soft hand against his neck, sending small, fleeting glimpses of pain coursing through his body. He sat up, her head moving away from his as he began to pant. Blood had, somehow, stopped running from his wounds, only the sharp, violent pain of the torn flesh coming to his mind. He stared ahead for a moment, trying to rationalize the last few seconds. Not that he was panicking, but one should never jump into something without first realizing what you might do. He turned his head slowly, looking at her for several seconds, the clock on the wall ticking away the time as he bored his eyes into hers.
Then, without a word, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers once again. He turned her body so she could lay back gently if she wished, his hand finding her side just below the wrappings, right above where the skin met the top of her jeans. He grasped her with both hands, holding her lower half there as his tongue slid silently into her mouth, the hole on the front of his boxers shifting, his member sliding out once again. The blood returned to his body in a rush, his face heating up as the cold metal wrapped around his head grew warm and hummed, if only slightly. He sucked in her lower lip, biting it harshly, to the point where the pain would mix in perfect unison with the pleasure, but not hard enough to draw blood.
She had asked for it.
Perhaps she was unused to men treating her to her needs instead of violently indulging on thier own.
Regardless, she would learn that with him, he kept things most...Interesting.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 28, 2009 20:01:36 GMT -8
Vespyr winced a little as she was gently turned to lie on her back. She felt bruised and broken, but said nothing and put the pain out of her mind; the male's soft lips were enough to make her forget everything at the moment. Enjoying his firm grasp on her waist, the femme slid both her arms around his bloodied body and ran her claws softly down his spine, which would cause a chilling tingling sensation. She had never felt this way before... and it frightened her to some extent but not enough to cease.
Suddenly, the femme pulled her lips away from her partner's and looked him in the eyes curiously, studying him for a few moments whilst biting her lip in contemplation. The violet orbs spoke of many tales and inquiries, for they were a very expressive pair of eyes, conceptual artistry filled with emotion and memories; but it was memories they lacked now, and Vespyr desperately wanted to know.
"What happened?" she asked softly, unable to wait for an explanation before the two continued. Her voice was innocent and questioning, yet filled with a sort of guilt, for she knew that the blood was not her own...
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Post by Scene on Aug 28, 2009 20:18:14 GMT -8
Scene pulled away from her face, thier eyes far enough away that he could see many things in them. Innocence of a certain kinda, to be sure. She was unsused to situations such as these. It made him wonder if, possibly, she had been raped and had never actually experience wanting a person physically and of her own free will. It also made him wonder about her age- not like he cared, just more of a simple curiousity. Then there was the deep visions of anger and a very, very small seed of trust she was planting in him. He almost grinned inside. Trust meant service. Not this service- this service was one he would never take from a woman, or order. It was one she would have to want of her own free will, for only then was there any true enjoyment in it for them both. He could feel her soft breath on his mouth, his lips slightly red and moist from connecting with hers.
"Nothing happened- i freed a part of you that you kept locked inside." He could tell she was worried for his injuries. If he had a heart, he would be touched. "These wounds were simple gifts- gifts from someone you keep locked away far too often." He kissed her again, softly, his fingers sliding under the top part of her jeans at her sides, tugging a little to indicate his eagerness.
"Now...now im not worried about that. Now all i want is to help you find another part of yourself- a part every woman should know."
He would kiss her again, then kiss her chin, waiting for her to move and signal she was ready for the fun to begin.
OOC((Blackout. Sorry sex fans, this shit aint for YOU! Now go to sleep, you'll feel less perverted in the morning.))
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 29, 2009 13:44:14 GMT -8
-----Time skip, MUAHAHA!-----
The rhythmic sound of Vespyr's drumming fingers echoed in the cold medical room as she sat on the operating table, her booted feet dangling over the edge lifelessly. Her eyes were glazed over in thought, staring blankly at the bloodstains that were smeared over the walls and the floor, and at the broken walls and the torn bandages still on the ground where they had been carelessly strewn the night before. The events that happened here-the ones that she recalled- swam in her head tauntingly, and she angrily wondered what she had been thinking... acting so stupid... But more than angry, she was afraid. Afraid of herself and what she feared she had done, the terror made worse by confusion. Confusion made worse by the sound of the loving lies still repeating in her head...
That man. The man who had brought her here, telling her so kindly that he had freed her, with so much softness in his voice... She had left him asleep in the bed they shared last night, shuddering as she woke, clutching the blankets to cover her nudity. (Immediatly she had reclothed herself, digging around the house until she found one of his shirts to cover herself with for the time being.) She didn't know what to do now... but she wanted answers, and answers only.
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Post by Scene on Aug 29, 2009 13:56:22 GMT -8
"Regrets?"
His voice was cool and clear, chiming in from behind her. It was a strange sensation for him to see her with some form of fabric over her, but he honestly didnt mind. It left him wanting and wishing to tear her clothes from her body and make her his once more. He stood in the darkness, the door to the room directly in front of her, probably making her wonder how he got there. He moved around the table, hands leisurly placed inside the pockets of his jeans. He had followed her out that morning, and she, unknowingly, didnt even look back to make sure he was there. He walked passed the door she entered and got dressed, and thus he stood before her now. He stared at her openly, not shy in the least about his acts.
Embarassment showed restraint and regret. He had none, unlike her.
He licked his bottom lip slowly, lightly, then tilted his head a little before asking.
"What? You have a problem?"
Simple and effective- and right to the point.
How intuitive.
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