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Post by Vespyr on Oct 25, 2010 23:13:01 GMT -8
She had barely noticed it, but once the Nazi had touched her lip she let her tongue swipe swiftly at the blood there; as if to make things worse, her senses were now filled with the intoxicating aroma of it... And she was sitting across from a Nazi. And she was wearing his hat.
She was captivated. Which was rare.
Her violet eyes were more relaxed, the smoky lids only half-open as she gazed at the German’s red eye with slight curiosity. A trick of the light, maybe? No… couldn’t be. Either way, the only thing she said was ‘yeah’, very quietly, which could have been a response to any of “Unfettered”’s three statements. The corners of her lips were lifted slightly. Her tongue slid out once more, briefly, to catch any more of her sweet blood that had pooled on her lips. |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 25, 2010 23:25:47 GMT -8
NOT AWKWARD. AT ALL. Ahem.
'"Thrush's" was glazed over with a deep, oceanic red. Pale skin initially nothing more then smoothed out waves of the Sahara desert, with a sudden crease of red under the gaze of those violet eyes. Two eyes. For a split second, the German thought back to how he lost his eye, to whom he lost his eye... as whom he lost his eye. And for a single, romanticized moment, he wondered what it would be like to have one of hers.'
No, but seriously, the German sat there, upperbody turned towards Vespyr who had been staring at him like he'd brought a basket full of fresh muffins of all shapes, types, and sizes. And honestly, even "Thrush"... ESPECIALLY as "Thrush," he'd show a pang more of emotion then he would as the "Unfettered".
She whispered something inaudible.
The German leaned close to her, squinting his eye slightly, his Nazi eye-patch coming in very close...
...Yeah, he was doing this on purpose, at this point.
"Dear, I'm not ze same man you spoke to a minute ago---"
...
Nope, she was...
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His grin became less toothy and face more soft. No, it became toothy again.
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"I svear to God, if you stare at me any harder, I'll eat you up.~" |
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Post by Vespyr on Oct 25, 2010 23:49:23 GMT -8
"Dear, I'm not ze same man you spoke to a minute ago---" The girl’s violet eyes narrowed ever-so, tilting her head slightly to one side. She couldn’t quite infer what he meant by that exactly, but she could tell that something was different. It wasn’t just his eye, either—his whole manner had changed; almost sinister in a way… but she liked that.
“I can tell…” She tilted her head further, regarding him with a wanton glint in her eyes, her dark cherry lips relaxing almost as if to give her visage an air of seriousness. She sucked on her bleeding lip a little bit, liking the taste.
"I svear to God, if you stare at me any harder, I'll eat you up.~" She raised an eyebrow only slightly, smiling a little, feeling tempted. Her violet eyes narrowed.
“Dare you.”
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 26, 2010 0:16:02 GMT -8
"MM. YES. VERY MUCH SO, OLD CHAP." “Dare you.”"You don't need to~" came a low, heavily accented growl.---
---His hands shot underneath her shoulders, catching her by the armpits, before it'd rapidly rise up uncomfortably in a rough mannerism, as his left foot shot down to the ground. In one single pivot, he'd lay Vespyr on her back in nothing short of what could be described as an "animalistic" style. And with that, he'd lean in on her, over her, keeping himself suspended.
"Thrush" hadn't been out in months. Not on his own, at any rate. And here, "Unfettered" places this small, petite girl who's off staring googly-eyed at him like cat to cat nip. Granted, the fabric felt nice.
His left leg was between hers, and in this position the German was just inches away from her face, smiling that same smile, that pumping chaos just threatening to let loose.
...
"Vell now, after all ze theatricz, I suppose ve're either going to have really rough sex or I'll actually have to eat you."
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Grin.
---And with that, his teeth parted as his head sunk in, biting at her neck, lacing his teeth ROUGHLY over her chin, back down to her neck. The bites became harder.. and harder... and HARDER... Slowly, slower, he made his way down to the right side of Vespyr's neck, to the space just between her shoulder---
*BITE* |
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Post by Vespyr on Oct 26, 2010 14:48:21 GMT -8
Vespyr’s reaction to being forced onto the table was restricted to little more than a startled blink; surprising, of course, that she let it happen given her defensive nature and general distrust of people. She let it happen nevertheless, and found herself gazing up into the German’s red eye rather curiously, as he was now so very close, and she could sense for certain now that something in him had changed, if not dramatically. This was not the placid and relatively reserved “Unfettered” that she had met. This was something else entirely… and should she have been concerned about the fact, she most definitely was not. She found the odd madness twinkling in his eye alluring; it was something she could relate to.
So when he gave the ultimatum, Vespyr found herself silent and grinning something devilish. And then she was being harshly bitten, still grinning perversely because she liked it. Something about being roughed up was a turn-on (as she had come to realize from living with Scene…). Her hands clutched the sleek black fabric of his uniform as he tortured her neck, her eyes slipping closed, forgetting herself for a moment and reveling in the tingling pain his teeth inflicted. It gave her chills.
Suddenly, his jaws were latched between her neck and shoulder, causing her right arm to jerk and her eyes to fly open. Suddenly she wanted to grab him and bite him back, lustily avenging her sore and lovely neck. So she did; still grinning rapaciously, she took the German by his collar and pulled him so that she could latch her teeth onto the pale flesh of his neck. Vespyr bit in a slightly different manner, sucking slightly at the skin while grinding the deep tissue with her teeth, lingering longer in one place rather than outright chomping on him. She took a full breath, breathing him in, her eyes closed. She hadn’t said a word in regards to their ‘options’. Too busy retaliating, living in the moment, she didn’t have a preference… nor could she judge how serious he was… nor did she care…
“If you’re trying to scare me, it won’t work...” she whispered, almost hissing, against the warm skin of his neck. Her eyes opened and something hot and dangerous flickered in the dark lavender depths as she gazed up through his white hair.
“Don’t you know who I am?” |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Nov 6, 2010 12:50:53 GMT -8
"AND WAIT 'TILL YA TASTE MY PASTRAMI." ...She tasted gut. So gut.
---The way she she tugged at him, grasped for---BIT him... Vespyr would feel a series of spasms as he shook uncontrollably over her in perfect, masochistic tendency. Thrush beckoned his neck closer in to her teeth. He wanted her to bite her, bite into him, kill him. Bite deeper.“If you’re trying to scare me, it won’t work...”"Oh ja...?~"“Don’t you know who I am?”"Ohhhh... jaaaa.... kekekeke..."
Abruptly, he'd push himself off her, his hands roughly reaching as he reached to the center of her bosom. Without warning, he tore away her upper clothing, leaving only her undergarment to bear. In reciprocation, unless she was already helping with it, he'd slowly unbutton his top and swung it around, sliding it behind her as a cushion for the chair.
"I zink you just vant to taste mein meat."
Slowly sifting his hips from side to side... his hair roughed, his red eye glistening. Thrush stared at her like a predator with the means to kill. Instinct run by man. Man run by instinct. His hands slid down to his pant's zipper, tugging at it...
"You vant to taste mein meat, don't you, frauelein?..."
Arching his back as he pushed his legs between hers, he slowly lowered his chest to hers, closing in the distance between their faces...
*Ziiiippp...*
He was smiling at her, at this Vespyr... eye closing, smelling her scent, sweat glistening, heart racing...
---Abruptly, he knealt backwards, strode right into the kitchen and pulled out two steaks from the fridge along with a cooking pan and some other essential cooking ingredients. After about fifteen to thirty minutes, Thrush would stride right on back in with a steak on a plate each, forks and knives already set. He'd return back to the kitchen only to come back with two large glasses, half filled with wine, before setting himself down.
"You'll love mein meat. I used to run a restaurant, actually."
After setting the both of them up... "Thrush" would prop up his utensils and begin to cut into his steak. He'd pause for a moment, his red eye glazing over her, checking for reactions with a very calm, inperturbed face. Leaning over to her ear for a moment he'd say quite calmly:
"...Zo, I zink I am sexualy attracted to you." |
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Post by Vespyr on Nov 7, 2010 0:04:40 GMT -8
Vespyr glared up at him with a strange sort of lust as his legs pushed between hers. Their faces dangerously close once more, she could feel his breath on her pale cheeks and she felt rather alive for once. He unzipped his pants… And walked away rather abruptly, disappearing into the other room and leaving Vespyr bent backwards over the table with a slightly puzzled expression.
…Option C it is. She shrugged lightly and lifted her torso from the table, regarding the torn shirt on the ground with apathy, thinking that now would be a bad time for “Unfettered”’s friend to walk into the apartment. Luckily for her, he didn’t, and she was left alone in the room with nothing but the strange scent of something edible to help her draw conclusions about what the German was doing. She sat down at the table and closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips which was rare even when she was alone. She had been smiling so much lately that her cheeks hurt, damn it. So she stopped smiling and waited patiently.
When “Unfettered” reentered the room, she eyed the food with mild interest; she wasn’t very hungry and rarely ate nice food to begin with, but figured she would show some… manners.
"You'll love mein meat. I used to run a restaurant, actually."
“Oh?” [/b][/blockquote]She regarded the fork and knife strangely before picking them up, failing to recall a time when she had ever used utensils for a purpose other than stabbing. "...Zo, I zink I am sexually attracted to you." Vespyr continued cutting into the steak without looking at him, but a coy grin edged its way onto her lips and she mouthed the word ‘Oh?’ once more, silently. She took a bite of the foreign-tasting meat and decided it was good. Next, she gently swirled the wineglass, took a sip, then casually glanced at the German . “Ditto…” … “What do you propose we do about it?” [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Dec 4, 2010 1:10:02 GMT -8
YOU DIDN'T SEE THIS ONE "CUMMING" DID YOU? =D!?
(...because it might not have...) “Ditto…” “What do you propose we do about it?” "Thrush" smiled back at her, eyes partially closed with an obvious glance of interest, taking in with great note her reciprocation. Things weren't going according to plan for "Unfettered," but the half-assed bastard could wait."..."
"...Vell..."...The German's left hand slowly put down the fork and reached underneath the table, towards her...* * * * * * * * * * * * * The smell of mixed musk was in the air in the small bedroom. "Thrush's" mouth was open, panting heavily, the buttons to his uniform undone, his chest bare. Covering his nether regions down to his knees was a blanket, pants discarded off on a chair next to the German's study table. His hair was undone and matted over his face, the Nazi hat back on him---covering said face. Sleeves were folded upwards towards the biceps, stains about...
...Small plastic figurines and gigantic game board...
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Tiredly putting his hand over his hat/face, he slit it back slightly, a toothy grin revealed as his chest continued to heave.
..."...ZAT VAS ZE BEST GAME OF CHUTES AND LADDERZ."
"EVER." |
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 13, 2010 19:39:57 GMT -8
Vespyr rolled over onto her stomach, emitting a sigh that was cut off by a small squeak of pain as something jabbed her uncomfortably in the chest. She reached curiously into her bra and pulled out one of the plastic game pieces, holding it up between herself and the panting German with a look of mild incredulousness on her face.
“…I’m not even going to ask how that could have gotten there.” She said with an amused twitch at the corners of her lips, tossing the figurine back to the game board. Her eyes slid sideways to where “Unfettered” (or whoever this strange, suddenly appealing man was, really—did it matter?) was fixing his hat. She shrugged, twitching her lips some more as she thought.
“I can honestly say that’s the first time I’ve ever played a board game.”
:I
Running a hand through her hair, she found that it had become rather roughed up and began pulling on strands of it to lie flat again, her eyes drifting toward the window as she did so. Twilight had begun to seep through the blinds, making Vespyr wonder just how long they had been here. But as they say, time flies when you’re having… fun. And it had been awhile since she had had any sort of fun. Too long, perhaps.
Maybe I’ll go kill a party clown, or something.
A sadistic grin crept across her face as she glared out the window, entertaining herself with thoughts of this.
Yeeeeeahhhhhh.
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“Well,” she said, getting to her feet and pulling her pants back on, “This has been a lovely day. I should get going, now.” She stood facing “Unfettered” from several feet away, crossing her arms under her chest and regarding the German with slightly narrowed eyes and a sly grin. |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 25, 2011 15:59:19 GMT -8
"It's All Fun & Games, Until Someone Loses A..." Leaning up at the sound of the squeak, the German looked from underneath the layers of hair over his face, his surprise turning into an amused grin. Collapsing a few inches back, "Thrush" permitted himself a few extra minutes of relaxation, getting his breathing back to a normal pace.“…I’m not even going to ask how that could have gotten there.”Omitting a remark, the German's amusement continued as he slowly sat up, nodding. Hunching over for a moment, he slowly reached for his pants.“I can honestly say that’s the first time I’ve ever played a board game.”"Keke... It's been a long for me."Throwing the blanket off, he slowly began to fit on his pants---and then noticed her staring at him. He paused for a moment, curious if...
...“Well. This has been a lovely day. I should get going, now.”"Kekeke... Haha... ja," smiling and nodding, resuming to put his pants on at a highly reduced speed, angling his feet to the ground, like some sort of reverse strip-show. Steadying himself as he hunched himself to his feet, the German slowly began to button up his shirt as he approached Vespyr's position, right hand reaching out gently---past her.
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The air had suddenly become a little... colder.
Reaching into his closet, "Thrush" pulled out another suitcase, this one thin and only with a mild weight to it. His left hand finished with its job had begun to push the hair out of his own face as he took a step to close the distance between them by a foot, smiling ever so curiously.
"Do vat you vill vith the briefcase. I'll walk you out but the time is late."
"He is about to come out."
The eye-patch was off, covering the socket with only a few strands of hair---not a pretty thing. But the red, sharpened eye... the hue of the pupil was flickering again.
Flickering. |
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