Welcome to Hell.

[Britwitch]

His sounds, his breathing, the tensing beneath her palms all kept her going...that and the addictive taste in her mouth. She sucked and sucked, lavishing attention on him, focused on that one thing, that one task.

"Mm...Fuck, that's good... Every last drop, little Witch...."

She didn't plan on disappointing. Her mouth left him but only to allow her tongue to roam freely over every part of him. Trailing from base to tip and back, over and over, licking any possible remaining trace of herself from upon him. Small hand curling around hard flesh to stroke and massage as mouth dropped lower to suckle the heavy sacs of flesh beneath. Tasting herself there too. Certain she'd taste herself on his thighs too if she tried. Perhaps she should...

Mouth moved to the side, licking, tracing idle patterns, across a muscular thigh and then turning to the opposing leg to repeat the process. There wasn't much there to clean but he wanted every drop and so that was the challenge she intended to meet.

All the while warm palm cradled and caressed his shaft, keeping him hard, keeping him ready. Not letting him think she'd forgotten that this was merely an interlude.

A moment to regroup, to breathe, to prepare.

Soon he was back in her mouth, causing pink lips to stretch around him and making cheeks draw in as she suckled softly.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His head had fallen against the back of the couch as he rode the waves of electricity she sent through him, but they opened when he felt her mouth pull off of him. There was a moment, a split-second before her tongue was against him, that he wondered if she'd simply forgot what he'd told her while standing behind the couch, or if she was inviting the punishment. A grin followed this thought as he watched her, obediently making sure not an inch of him was left unexplored.

When her mouth dropped, finding sensitive and heavy balls, his head fell back again, hips arching forward slightly.

"Oh.. fuuuuck..."

The word was drawn out, riding on a long, low groan, and he knew the time before he had to end this or give himself completely over to it was rapidly approaching. Her attention at last moving to his thighs gave him a bit of reprieve, and brought a grin to his lips as she made sure she sought out every last trace of her she could find on him.

A groan was pulled from him as her lips found his cock again, and at last, with his body less than happy with his decision, he slid fingers into dark hair and pulled her off of him. His other hand gripped the belt near the buckle, and he pulled her to him, up and onto the couch, onto his lap.

Even once she was there, he pulled the belt, bringing her forehead down to meet his, blue eyes finding hers, grabbing hold of her gaze and not letting go even as he whispered to her.

"Fuck me, little slut."

 

[Britwitch]

She felt the fingers slip into her hair and gave one last lick before her mouth was lifted up and away. Fingers tugged at the makeshift collar and she rose. Higher and higher, then forward. Guiding her onto the couch, onto him. Thighs spread either side of his legs, leaving her pussy hovering over his cock.

"Fuck me, little slut."

Blue glittering into blue as her lips curved into a smile that was nothing short of lascivious.

"Oh, yes please..."

Hips rolled over his. She could feel him. Feel the solidity of him, the heat of him, pushing up against her. Not quite aligned, not quite in position to slip inside, but there. Constant. Throbbing. She rolled her hips again, rubbing him and her together, wet flesh gliding over that which she had so carefully cleaned.

Another roll and their positions changed. He slipped close to her entrance, she was sure he'd feel the heat oozing out of her, that tight, moist heat that was waiting to rewelcome him.

Another roll and he pushed inside. She paused for a fraction of a second as that wonderful feeling of just being entered raced through her. That 'too tight, too much' feeling that was so fleeting, especially when she was as wet as he had successfully made her.

She bit her lower lip, looking down into his face, as she sunk lower and lower until he was completely inside her again. A tremor, a soft shiver, on top of him as she flexed internal muscles to tighten their embrace of him.

Then she began to move. The rolling rise and fall of hips over hips. Her hands, unsure where to land, moved to hold the couch behind his head, one behind each shoulder.

Over and over she drove him deeper inside her and each time she did she moaned for him. The sounds far too soft to carry further than his ears but they weren't for anyone else to hear but him.

Slowly but surely she began to pick up the pace. Body undulating in his lap as she took him time and again into her tightness.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"Yes..."

He nodded, just slightly, against her as he felt her moving against him, her arousal once again finding his, wet and hard, heat and throbbing meeting.

"Yes..."

He said it again, whispered it again, and still he held her head against his, still he kept her gaze in his capture, eyes locks on eyes and showing no intent of letting go.

And then he was inside her again, a place his body longed for every moment he wasn't. His mouth opened, his jaw partially slack, an O of his lips as he groaned and she sank onto him. He felt her flex, felt her tighten, and it drew a grin to his lips, brightened eyes that had narrowed as she took him once more.

"Yes, like that..."

Another whisper as she began to move on him, another slight nod of the head against her. His brows knitted together against hers, intensity shining in his eyes as she took him, rode him, joined with him in a building pleasure that would lead to a crescendo of bodies, a clamor of sound and tumult of release.

The hand that was not holding the belt rose, found a breast again, fingers teasing the bud that topped it. At last, he gave himself over to it all, held back no more, let himself get lost in the wilderness of her body, the pools of her eyes. Her rise and fall of her hips brought him closer, closer, closer to the approaching cliff.

 

[Britwitch]

"Yes, like that..."

Seeing his face, his expression, was even more powerful than his words and actions had been so far. Being able to see his reactions and responses to her movements there before her. Knowing when she'd hit a sensitive spot or moved in just the right way.

Her rise and fall steadily increased in pace and force. Driving their bodies together, the sounds of their union intensifying.

Her hands moved from the couch to hold his shoulders, fingers finding warm flesh and holding on tight as she bounced in his lap. Hard flesh parted that which was so much softer time and again.

"...Oh...oh fuck..."

She never stopped looking into his eyes, watching them gleam and flash back into her own. Only when the urge grew to great to resist did she break that contact and even then it was only because the desire to kiss him was far too strong to ignore. Her mouth found his and kissed him hungrily, licking and suckling on his lips. Her breath and his blending as her whimpers and sighs were lost in the action.

All the while, tight pussy laid claim to deliciously hard shaft over and over. Every time her clit pressed down against his groin it tightened that little bit more, as the tender bud tingled and throbbed between them.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His own pleasure, desire, need, all were reflected in her eyes as she took him. He was growing into a runaway train, gathering speed as he hurtled towards a point of no return, propelled along by her every movement on him.

Still, despite the temptation to let his eyes descend her body and watch where they joined, or to close his eyes and shut out any input to his brain that was not the way she felt and sounded, he resisted. It was only when her mouth found his that he relented, letting his lids fall as their tongues met. He could taste her, faintly, still on her lips and tongue, and it only made him want more. He pulled harder on the belt, crushing her mouth to his, and his fingers captured her the stiff and tender peak of her nipple, rolling it slowly in contrast to the frenetic pace with which she rode him.

The kiss broke, momentarily, but his lips remained against hers, breath heavy as he whispered against her.

"Cum for me, Witch... make me cum with you..."

And then his mouth sealed with hers again, the belt still held tight as he tasted her anew.

 

[Britwitch]

"Cum for me, Witch... make me cum with you..."

His mouth reclaimed hers before she could reply, the belt almost stealing her breath as she drove herself onto him with all she could muster. Fingers held his shoulders tighter, thighs crashing onto his over and over. Every roll of her nipple send yet more overwhelming signals racing through her body to culminate between her splayed thighs.

She wasn't far from another peak of pleasure and she was desperate to make sure he reached his too. She wanted it, want to feel it. The heat of him, the twitching, knowing she'd helped push him to that climax, that she could claim it as her own doing as much as he could claim hers.

A few more rolling drops of her hips and she began to whimper, several more and she began to shake. Her ability to return his hungry kisses starting to falter as her body was starting to mutiny against her control.

"...fuck...oh fuck...oh god..."

Her hips bucked then twitched, out of time with the rhythm she'd built up and then, she started to cum. Jerking and writhing in his lap, pussy almost impossibly tight around him and pulsing tighter still. Heat leaking between them as her head tipped back as much as the belt would allow and she rode out her orgasm on top of him. Unable to do anything but surrender to it.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

And again, just as before, he felt it hit her before he heard it. She was tight around him, exquisitely so, a glove of immense pleasure that felt like it might drive him insane if it did not end soon.

Their lips parted, his forehead was against hers again, nodding slightly at her words, and the only ones he could muster in reply were said as he gave a quick jerk to the belt.

"Eyes open... look at me..."

And then, it hit him too. Eyes narrow, focused intently on her, he groaned low in his throat as he hit the edge, balanced precariously there for a moment, and then tumbled gloriously over.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck fuck, yes...."

He erupted, exploded, every inch of him spasming hard inside her, his voice rising with the intensity of it. After the amount of time, the slow build, holding it off as he did, it was a maelstrom of pleasure he was lost in. Each spam, each contraction of muscles deep within brought forth new signals of pleasure, and emptied inside her another thick, searing rope of cum. He shuddered and arched under her, muscles taut, mouth open.

But still, holding the belt tightly, keeping her close, his eyes never closed.

 

[Britwitch]

"Eyes open... look at me..."

The tightness in his tone alone would have been enough to cut through the haze that smothered her and make her do as he asked, the pull of the belt merely ensured it happened quickly.

She could see his need in his eyes, the same she knew shone out of her own. There was almost a pause, a beat, and then the same glorious feeling took him just as it took her.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck fuck, yes...."

Every pulse, every twitch, every fresh wave of heat that filled her insides brought a fresh sound of enjoyment from her lips. Heat, impossible heat, spreading within her. Her movements were starting to slow, to smooth, but they didn't stop.
Hips rolling as her hands loosened their grip on his shoulders slightly.

Her lips smiled down at him, almost proudly. Face flushed, body glistening from exertion and the sheer heat of the air. It was only when she finally felt his movements inside her cease that she slowed to a halt. Holding him deep inside.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He was breathing hard, a slight shudder under her still as he came down. And oh, what a height to come down from. His eyes felt glazed over, the tension quickly draining out of his body as she settled against him, the constant movement of her hips finally ceasing.

Eyes open, he held her gaze for a few moments, happy to simply exist in this moment of shared descent, of blissful recovery. They were a mess, he had no doubt, sweaty and messed hair, chests heaving, hips and thighs clinging together, and he reveled in it.

Both hands reached up after a short time, fingers curling into the belt over her throat, the other moving to the buckle, and he unwound it from her neck, sliding the leather from her skin, dropping it absently to the floor in front of the couch. His hands replaced it, palms against the red that was left over from the makeshift collar, but this time his touch was light, gentle. Soothing slightly irritated skin.

Settling still, content for the moment to remain held deep inside her, he grinned at her, eyes sparkling as he whispered.

"Alright... maybe not too easy on you..."

 

[Britwitch]

She let her weight settle onto his thighs, letting her legs relax. Legs which suddenly felt heavy and tired. She tilted her chin towards the roof of the cavernous room as his fingers worked to remove the belt. Swallowing as it's tight hold disappeared to be replaced by tender, stroking fingers.

Her hands moving to allow arms to slide forward and rest lightly around his neck. Lips smiling at his words.

"Alright... maybe not too easy on you..."

She leant down, the action of her own controlling now, of her own doing. Kissing along his jaw, down the side of his neck slightly. Small fleeting connections of her mouth with his skin. Little expressions of enjoyment, of thanks. Her reply drifting up in between kisses, slightly muffled by his flesh.

"Maybe not too easy...but it was ever so fucking good..."

The glint in her eyes matched his when she eventually lifted her head and ceased her kissing. Her words punctuated with a wink and a thoroughly sinful smile.

"And...it just means I'll have to try and lure you down here again sometime...find out what not easy at all feels like..."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His eyes drifted closed when her lips met his skin, and he let his hands fall away from her neck to rest against her thighs, thumbs stroking lightly over smooth flesh. He chuckled quietly, nodding his agreement, but for the moment he remained silent and simply felt her, her weight on him, her lips against him, the thrumming of her heart in her chest, the heat of their bodies still joined and hips still together.

Lips curved into a grin as his eyes opened to meet hers, and he shook his head slightly at her.

"I suspect you know well enough by now that it will take little to no effort at all to lure me back and find that out..."

He paused, his grin broadening, before adding:

"Assuming you're not being dragged here first, of course."

 

[Britwitch]

"I suspect you know well enough by now that it will take little to no effort at all to lure me back and find that out...Assuming you're not being dragged here first, of course."

"Ah, but then the question remains...which would I honestly prefer. To be bait waiting for you here...or to have baited you into dragging me...? Decisions...decisions..."

A soft, knowing laugh before magick takes them away to recover.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The scent of lasciviousness still lingers in the super heated air. I sniff delicately before heading for the bar and waving to the succu-bitch standing behind the counter. She saunters over~ all long legs, red skin, black eyes and sharp teeth.

Her smile doesn't last long. It's rather difficult to smirk when you are being pressed face forward into broken glass.

I stop after only a few moments and release her with a shove.

And THEN, I place my order.

Stoli, lemons, sugar and a shot glass.

You know, the usual.

My brain won't shut up. I am plagued by so many what ifs, so many queries, questions, concerns. I worry that I am losing my sense of self, that I am working myself into an early grave. That what I want isn't what I need or even require.

I worry that I am not good enough.

So, vodka.

It's good for a barely held together temper.

And Hell. It's home when the Haven is too sane by half and I need the noise of souls being torn asunder.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I remove myself to the farthest corner. There, where sexy Plexie had once made her bed. I fiddle around, looking for my ever full ice bucket and place the Stoli into it. The bowl~ containing my lemon wedges and sugar~ is placed on a a bed side table.
A brisk finger snap causes my computer to appear, all ready on and awaiting input from me.

Maybe I will write until the vodka kicks in.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Bare feet barely touch the hot steps that leads me up from my home on the Wrath level. My body is bruised but my steps are sure as I ascend ever nearer to the entrance near Limbo.

I need a drink.
A cold one.
A long one.

I would like sleep but I don't see THAT happening until sometime tomorrow morning. Thus the need to visit my other home and find something to torment. Incubastard, succubitch. Either. Or. Both.

I had finished and the grisly remains were left behind to be fed to the machines that would eventually return those lost souls to different forms. I didn't feel any better but I knew then that a drink was needed. Desperately.

So the climbing began.

Until finally, a door opens and I hear the muted roar of flames and tinkling of glasses. Limbo.

Vodka.

 

[Erlind]

A sleepless, restless wolf.

My responsibilities in the real world have released me for a time, but that only leaves me busier. Still, I find time to find a deadly succubus supping on her vodka.

"Enjoy your time in hell, dear Luna?"

I might be seeing wisps of where she had been and not where she really is, still it seems worthwhile to say the words and seek the woman.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A voice.

His voice.

In Hell?

I look to the left...and then to my right.

Seeking him.

I could use a hug...

he gives great hugs.

 

[Erlind]

I nearly missed her even when I found her. I wrap my arms around Luna and hold her tightly.

"How are you tonight, Luna?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Snuggles in, arms wrapping around his waist. This is when I love being so tiny. When I need comfort...when someone both taller and broader than me can make me feel sane...

I am too tired for words, E. Am glad to see you though, even if only in passing.

 

[Erlind]

"I do what I can when I can."

I enjoy holding her, warm in my arms, in a place where warm isn't so often a good thing. I'm already tired tonight, but it is good to see her.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A delighted giggle. Rising up on tip toe to press a soft kiss to his chin.

It is always worth it...whenever you can...

A soft sigh.

I am trying to put words in order as I have tons of writing due....

Another squeeze

I am just so glad to see you.

 

[Nina327]

That cacophony.

The only one that could announce her arrival.

Its screams, shrieks, flames, and blinding light.

She steps out and silence follows her small footsteps.

Those steps reach her lounge and she crawls into it.. on to it, exhausted, sweaty, still growling with every few breaths, mumbling, pulling a blanket of pure blue flame over her form.

"Home."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I need...

violence that starts with a bang and ends with blood.

Yours, mine, ours. Mostly yours.

I need...

to watch you crawl, cry, moan, bleed, whimper, explode.

For hours, days, weeks, months.

Since I can not have what I need...I come to my second home. The bar, the walls, the bed in the corner, the chair by the open pit that houses the fireplace...a fireplace. In Hell. The thought is ludicrous but it really does not matter. Not a lick or a bit.

The succu-bitch behind the bar is a new one. I smile prettily and meander closer, one small hand extended to beckon her near. She comes with a coo, licking saliva slicked, ruby lips.

Her voice, when she speaks, is clotted cream covered sex...drenched and honey thick. I only smile, wait until she is within arms reach...and strike. Quick. Hand finds throat, squeezes. Watches as eyes open, wide. As mouth vainly gulps for air. As hand scrabble for purchase. Nails dig into my skin.

I choke her. Throttle her.

And use the other hand to fist her into convulsive fuck...heightened by the lack of air. She comes...and goes.

I feel better.

NOW...i can get my Stoli

 

[Nina327]

-giggles from beyond and within-


Well that was fucking entertaining.



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