La Chateau d'Ausus

"Mmmm!" How many times have I moaned that today, lips pressed together, or against someone else's mouth? I'm insatiable all over again, even after a hip bruising fuck from my favorite stud. Because this breathtaking beauty between my legs has me shuddering already, as her tongue begins to clean that molten hot slit.

"Oh, ooh..." My whimpers are growing in number, and I'm suddenly forgetting to fight my bindings. I don't want to be away from her mouth for a moment. The way she kisses and suckles cum straight out of my pounded hole has me gushing wet, and those nipples are so tightly erect, they start to ache in pain.

"....Lick it..." I whisper. I'm not shy. Just in awe of how good this feels... and she's just barely started. "Mmm, lick it," I cry out again, louder this time, hips involuntarily rolling up to greet Aus's gorgeous, perfect mouth. I've never had a women taste me. And this one is so unbelievably skilled, and so eager to have a sample.

I think I'm addicted.
 
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The cum just flows out of her, and I begin to wonder if I won't be full after this. Not that it stops me. I am drowning in her fluids and it is so sweet. My tongue moves over her clit, moving the little bud under my tongue. I can feel it harden and begin to swell.

Breathing her in, my eyes look up over her mound to watch her move over the bed. The silk sheets caressing her back, one hand dancing over her belly, the other below beginning it's slow glide into her aching hole.

She moans. It's like music to my ears.

As for my bits? What can I say? I'd be moaning and whimpering to, if I wasn't holding on for dear life.

My legs though.. they're squeezed together in some halfhearted attempt to at least try for some relief.

Fuck all if it's not working.

And the way she's acting is only making things worse. Making me worse. Making me wet, and yearning for something between my legs. Part of me wants to free her, so she can have me... the other part of me is enjoying keeping her in place. Choices, choices.

She can wait.

"Cum bitch!" And my lips are back to business, my tongue employed over her clit, my fingers hard at work in her tight hole.

I am good at what I do.
 
Stockinged feet creep behind the bar, gloved fingers search through the bottles, alighting on the absinthe. A silent retreat into her room.
 
~ stomp, stomp, stomp ~

Very angry fae feet stomp their way to the bar, followed by a growl; a frame full of fury.

"Somebody salted the fucking absinthe!"
 
flutters in and giggles near Angel before disappearing into a glittery mist....
 
Dead tired. So wishing I had the mental facilities to put a post together.

Clothing litters my room, cause I strip from my door to bed and collapse within. If I had something nice and warm to cuddle with that would be nice. Not sure I would notice.

Head hits pillow. This girl is out cold.
 
Ausus....this reminds me of you and Vail.......

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Crawls out of Ausus' pocket all green glowing and kryptonite like and tucks the blankets up around her. Kissing her cheek lightly before heading out the door.

Sweet dreams.
 
~ stomp, stomp, stomp ~

Very angry fae feet stomp their way to the bar, followed by a growl; a frame full of fury.

"Somebody salted the fucking absinthe!"

*Snickers and waits until she leaves in pursuit of Zydrate before I slip from the shadows and deposit a little sprinkle of salt across a note left on her pillow and vanish again*

The note reads:

Continue to be a good angel and I won't have to make you more bitter absinthe.

Minx.

P.S I'm the only one who gets to annoy Ausus and I do it correctly sweet cheeks. Takes a brat to know one.

Signed and sealed with a :kiss:
 
*Snickers and waits until she leaves in pursuit of Zydrate before I slip from the shadows and deposit a little sprinkle of salt across a note left on her pillow and vanish again*

The note reads:

Continue to be a good angel and I won't have to make you more bitter absinthe.

Minx.

P.S I'm the only one who gets to annoy Ausus and I do it correctly sweet cheeks. Takes a brat to know one.

Signed and sealed with a :kiss:

Angel comes back Zyless, she's a wiley one. She reads the note and blushes to her ears, immediately penning one in return.
 
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Giggles softly to myself. I loved Zy's picture, and indeed Vail and I's penchant for the dramatic does lend itself well to that sort of tableau. I was annoyed with the green footprints on my carpet, but the green kiss on my cheek made me smile. And my silly girls running around here like, well, silly girls just makes me smile in happiness.

The fire roars and I sink a little lower into my blankets, loving the rain around my chateau. Jill is curled up at my feet, and I am calm, though this loveseat feels a little big. I wonder then if she'll come visit me....
 
fitting perfectly into the open place on the loveseat
we are NOT that melodramtic.
Except sometimes.
When we are.
But you know, only those times
and some others
 
huge smile and a soft kiss, pulling her under the blanket with me.
Oh just sometimes.
But still always.
Or something like that.

Besides. I could see you dressed like that.
though.. the hair on the sub leave a lot of me to desire. That would be the only part I don't like.
 
Yeah, well, only because you can't imagine ever leaving my side, that all.
nuzzling against her neck...tiny kisses and happy sighs
But I agree, that hair has to go.
It is completely inappropriate for grabbing and pulling
 
intertwining my fingers with hers, just simply holding her hand You're right I can't. Neither can you.

Though a kiss to our hands I do like the pearls in her hair. But those boots would be killer on you.
 
intertwining my fingers with hers, just simply holding her hand You're right I can't. Neither can you.

Though a kiss to our hands I do like the pearls in her hair. But those boots would be killer on you.

I actually like the subbie-thing's entire outfit. And I am happy to wear those boots so long as I can grind the heel into your back


kissing fingertips
No, I can't imagine it. I am supposed to have you by my side always. Anything else is wrong.
 
A soft yawn, curling into her closer.
Neither of us have plans to go anywhere. You know that.

And yes to the boots in my heel. Somehow, the idea of a bruise like that just makes me shivery.
tracing a finger over her cheek.
 
A soft yawn, curling into her closer.
Neither of us have plans to go anywhere. You know that.

And yes to the boots in my heel. Somehow, the idea of a bruise like that just makes me shivery.
tracing a finger over her cheek.


arms around her, exactly where they should be
I know. I mean, I really do know.

Mmm...and its been a long time since I left bruises on you. Marks and lines, my name in pictographs

eyelids flutter shut for a moment at her touch...a fingernail traces the line of her jaw

I sometimes find myself grinding the heel of my shoe into the carpet, thinking about you
 
a smile for her.
Grinding your heel into the carpet, with the thought of it being me? I really don't have any words for that.
Scoots closer so I can kiss her neck softly.
 
shallow shuddering breaths...craddling her to me, my beautiful girl

I don't think you fully understand how much time I spend thinking about you

my cheek caressing hers
 
A soft whimper of pain. Whispered words, tight in her ear.
I do know. I do know. And you know that I hate that I feel powerless to change it. To fix it, to make everything better.
Staring into her beautiful clear eyes.
 
A soft whimper of pain. Whispered words, tight in her ear.
I do know. I do know. And you know that I hate that I feel powerless to change it. To fix it, to make everything better.
Staring into her beautiful clear eyes.


losing myself in her for a moment
No, no, no...there's nothing to fix. I am grateful to have even this part of you, and to share this part of me. I can't ask for more.
letting my brow touch hers, bowed heads together
You are here, with me, and thats all I really care about.
 
Heads bowed. A moment of silent thanks for allowing me to be hers to whatever gods exist.

It last approximately three seconds before I have to taste her again. And my lips are pressed to hers.

And that? Is a moment to really give thanks.
 
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