A deal with a demon

[poohlive]

He leaned into her touch, feeling it drown away so many things. Every time she touhed him it sent sparks, shivers up and down his entire body. He wanted it, wanted all of it, and all of her.
It wasn't a feeling, or a gut reaction, it was almost like an urge. Something powerful that took a lot of willpower to sustain.
for the moment he did.
"I usually sleep nude myself. Always thought clothing was over-rated anyway."
He moaned as she began cleaning him, his eyes half closed an an expression of simple pleasure coming over his face. She was good with her touch.
All of this felt almost surreal. It was just pleasure added upon pleasure, and on top of it all was this incredible woman. It was a dream, more than a dream, a fantasy that he just never knew he had before.
He wanted it now though, he truly did.
"I would hate to think this hot tub is all for me," his hand fell over hers as she touched him, "Mind joining?"

 

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Katarina

As she washed him she felt her desire growing stronger. She wasn't sure if it was him or because she gone so long without. Her clothing seemed restrictive and we he asked her to join him she smiled and agreed. She dropped the sponge in the tub and moved to where he could see her. She undid the buttons to her blouse slowly watching his eyes. She had noticed that she had unconsciously healed several of the scratches. Even the worst was cleaned out and scabbed neatly over.

She felt relief as she removed her blouse, her full breasts contained by a cream colored bra that blended with her pale skin. She pulled her long almost blood colored hair down before sliding out of her skirt, shoes, and hose. All that remained was her under wear. She heard his low whistle of appreciation as she continued sliding her bra off freeing her dark wine colored nipples. Her panties slide off and she could feel her body responding. The soft smooth skin between her legs was already slick with excitement as she stepped into the tub. She moved him like a play thing so that she was sitting behind him. She continued washing his legs, and torso. Inhaling the musky aroma of a hard working man, the true scent of a person that could not be masked by perfumes.

OOC last post on this thread for the night....i need sleep after all

 

[poohlive]

of course, can't finish it in one night, should save some of the good stuff for tomorrow




It was almost a hypnotic stare she the clothes that had confined parts of her body were taken away. He took in her beauty, the pleasure and sexual tension of it all. Inside the hot water he could feel himself stir with her every movement. She screamed feminimity at him, the way she moved, how she carried herself.
He could feel himself restraining from just taking her right there.
She moved behind him, continuing where she had started. Her smooth sin pressed up against him felt so good, and he found himself moving against it, and against her as well.
Her musky scent drew him too her, enveloped him in a cloud of her. He was drunk, but unlike the alcohol he had consumed before, this was her very being that was altering him.
His own hands moved into the water, moving to her legs. He felt them, moving up and down. From the upper thigh all the way to the shin, he moved his hands, touching the delicate skin, her smooth body that had so slyly coiled itself around him.
Paul pressed back against her, notihng hard or firm, just a small push that held both of their bodies close for a second, and thrilled him.
He wanted to do more, so much more. She had seduced him, and he loved every minute of it.

 

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Katarina

She found the sponge resting between his legs and caressed him with it before drawing it up out of the water and whispered, "Need to wash your hair, hon." She wrung the sponge out over his head letting the water cascade over his head. She ran the sponge back down his chest to brush his cock, before bringing it up again. She repeated this slow pattern until his hair was thoroughly wet. She gave his neck a slow kiss as she leaned against his back, pressing her body to his as she reached for shampoo.

She slowly lathered his hair, her legs wrapping around him ankles and feet caressing his legs. Feeling his hands caressing her smooth skin. She took special care to massage his head as the worked the shampoo in.

"Rinse," she softly said letting him go so he could duck under the hot water.

 

[poohlive]

Every inch of him that she touched was matched with a general relaxation. He could feel himself falling deeper and deper. She was massaging his ever pore, instead of just touching and carressing.
He went limp, muscles no longer caring to tighten or beheld. Her flesh rubbing against his, touching his, sending him into a heated fit of passion.
He ducked into the water, letting it slip around him. The tub was very big, big enough for him to turn around. Under the water he felt her legs, a touch of something that tingled every sensation.
He emerged from the water, facing her. Something deep and naughty in his eye, that he couldn't control.
When he was around her he could no longer control himself.
He was there, poised over her body, wanting nothing more than to drive home. To push inside her, to continue the passion that they had started. A little game of cat and mouse that he just couldn't play anymore.
He was there, so close to her. Her scent filling him, enveloping him, the look in her eye that didn't match his own, but seemed to be an extent of it.
Paul paused.
If he hadn't he would have taken her. He would have just thrown away the charade that they had worked with, and taken her here and now, but he hesitated for just a moment.
What was he doing?
He pushed himself away. Inches from her flesh all the way to the other side of the tub. His hardness hurting now, so much anticipation boiling in his system that got nothing from it.
"I'm...." he wanted to say something, try to apologize but he couldn't. Somehow, he couldn't.
That fucking machine, if that fucking machine hadn't broke.
It wasn't that he didn't want to be here, it was just new, different. He wasn't sure if he liked it yet or not.
"Today," she needed to know, for some reason he wanted to tell her, "I was in an accident. I, it was a bad one, as you can see from my..."
He looked down to his leg, which he could see since most of the bubbles had left the water. It was nearly healed though. That couldn't be right, he was limping on the way up here.
It must have been lighter than he thought.
"It was just bad, but it should have killed me. I didn't die, in fact I lived, through some weird coincidence."
The black tool box, it was up there. It shouldn't have been, but it was.
"I just, I don't feel the same. It was just too close, too weird, you know?"

 

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Katarina

"A brush with death often gives one a heightened appreciation of life," she whispered as she drifted closer to him, positioning herself between his legs. One hand cupped his face, pullling herself to him. Her other hand felt his cock, hard, aching, pulsing with need. She pulled closer to him and her lips grazed his exposed neck.

"Would you like to wash me, or perhaps you are ready to rise from the tub," her voice was laced with hunger. A mortal hunger heightened by her true nature. She wondered if her secret would last to the end of the week as she glanced at the puckered skin. She offered him the choice, he always had a choice, she had been willing to let him sleep tonight but now, having touched him, she wanted him tonight.

 

[poohlive]

Her touch, her soft cool touch that wrapped around him. It took away all doubt, all logical thought. He found himself wondering why he had ever stopped touching her before. Had he been that stupid?
She wanted him, and he wanted her. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone else. They had only met a couple of hours ago, and his thoughts were already spinning around her, making her part of his world.
Or maybe she was making him a part of hers.
He didn't care, at this point he didn't care. There was this nagging thought in the back of his mind that she was using him, despite everything she was using him, but as she touched him, as she cupped him he realized he didn't care. He wanted her to use him.
He moved against her, kissing her deeply. His hands coming to the back of her soft delicate neck. Fingers tracing on the skin that heated his desire.
He wanted her.
He broke the kiss, just long enough to speak, "The bedroom?"

 

[intriguess]

(you wrote that you didn't care about three times *smile* it was quite charming)

She felt him slip under her allure, and when he asked about the bedroom she rose from the tub, allowing her breasts to brush against his face. She pulled the plug on the tub. One week she thought. One week to make him forget the world existed. She handed him a towel and shook her body letting the water droplets fly off. She worked on toweling her hair before assisting Paul with his. She made sure to massage every inch of skin, feeling the pulsing life in his cock and smiled. She didn't think that she could wait that long. She folded a towel in half and laid it on the marble counter top and beckoned him to her. "I don't think I can wait that long to feel you throbbing inside me."

 

[poohlive]

hee hee, well, you know how us guys get when sex is involved, other things sort of become less important.






He moved to her, as if in a fog. She was there, laying down, in the steam of the room she looked like a goddes, hungry for his touch. Paul was more than eager to oblige.
He groaned as he moved over her, crawling from her slightly spread legs up to her wonderous lips. He moved down, just enough so that both of their skin met together, pressing against each other.
His lips found hers, and the whole room dimmed out. He was with her, he was near her, he was touching her, there was no other thought, no other reason in his mind.
"I need, you," the words more like a hiss as he grazed her neck, kissing and suck at the tender flesh.

 

[intriguess]

Katarina

"Yes," it was more of a response to his statement of need than anything else. She pulled him to her, fingers digging into his ass. Her legs wrapped around him, her strong thighs gripping him between her legs. She wanted him now, she would need him later, but in this moment she knew how it felt to want something so much it almost hurt. She could feel her pussy lips opening up and with a little shifting it found his cock head and began sucking it in. She doubted he would notice the unreal sensation as he was already deeply in lust. Her wine colored nipples produced a stimulant that would help him stay hard between orgasms. She loved the feel of his lips on her perfect skin as he ventured down to her breasts, his cock now fully embedded inside her, being sucked in. She could feel it swelling as blood rushed, feeling it grow harder and thicker.

 

[poohlive]

He groaned, louder than he ever had before as she pushed herself onto him. Her body using itself to take him. He didn't move a muscle, didn't want to. Every single touch from her, the raw power that excaped her pussy and travelled through him gave him more pleasure than he had ever felt before.
She had embedded him inside of her. He could feel himself growing harder, thicker, passion and lust alone fueling the desire that he now radiated throughout him.
He rose up, just enough so he could see her, see her loving body under him. His hands went to her hips, holding them, touching the fine curves of flesh.
He moved out, and them pushing himself in. A long slow movement just to begin. She was already wet, and their action was as smooth as any he had ever had. They were ready, both of them.
Her legs, tightening around his back only urged him on. She urged him on, he couldn't escape that feeling that she was in charge. A feeling that filled him with a stronger passion than he had ever felt before.
He rocked against her. A strong pace that he welcomed. Their flesh meeting together, small sounds as skin slapped against skin. She was there, milking into him, and he was moving against it, with it, and against it once more.
A grunt came from him, and another. Sweat already glisteining over muscles that were now taut and aiding his every thrust inside of her.
She felt so good.

 

[intriguess]

Katarina

Every inch was a welcome motion, in and out. Her body sucking him back in and relaxing to let him out. Her fingers dwelling along his back cooling him slightly so he wouldn't overexert himself especially as the steamy room kept them warm. The steam added to the surreal feel, skin molding to each other, her mouth found his strong shoulder and licked, kissed and teased one section of skin at a time moving up and down his shoulder.

I whispered his name as if casting a spell over him, my body aching for his touch and more. Of course there was always the chance that he wouldn't last a year, but she sincerely hoped so.

He had not tasted her yet, and she simple let him take what he needed, after all he was completely under her control and right now she was content to let him do as he wished.

 

[poohlive]

Paul dug into her. He could feel himself rise in desire now, pounding into her with an almost glazed passion over his face. He felt nothing but their touch, he saw nothing except the excitement playing over her face.
He moved harder, felt the heat between them both rise, and skin softly moving across his own. He put everything into his thrust, his pounding insistant upon her. As they moved, he could feel their bodies come together, and then fal apart only to come together once more.
He felt like a virgin again, he was unsure what he was doing, but it felt good, and he had no other desire than to keep doing it.
She urged him on, with her very touch she wanted him inside her, deeper, fulfilling both of their needs, their lusts.
He was more than happy to oblige.
Despite the hot bath he just had, sweat was already coming off of him as he continued. It felt good on him though, a layer of sex and lust that he used to egg him on.
Everything wanted him to continue, and he obeyed.

 

[intriguess]

He was like a teenager, pumping away without thought. Her body adapted to his needs, clinging and gripping his cock. "Relax, we have all week." She purred the words softly knowing that it would ease and excite all at once. He was far better than her previous lovers. He had a drive and stamina behind him that she craved. She let herself forget about tomorrow, and the end of the week as they were entwined. There were flashes were she felt his body from the inside, when she could feel how her body felt wrapped around a thick cock. She had not thought about doing a body switch. Perhaps later in the year. She was rapidly losing control of her self and senses and was swallowed up in the feel of him.

 

[poohlive]

He hears her words, but they don't register within him. They are meaningles symbols that come to him, and abandon by his own need for this to continue.
Her touched grants him a sense of clarity though.
He doesn't stop. He can't stop. Paul knows that if he stops he'll feel empty and alone. The heat and charge that went between them would end.
He didn't know if he could live without that fire inside of him.
He did ease up though. The faster pace followed by a slower one. He felt as if he had done this for the first time. Sex to him was always a race, a marathon to the end, but as he moved in slow and steady thrusts, each as powerful as before, but with just a bit of pause between them, he felt as if it had somehow reached a new level.
Something wicked and dirty perhaps. He moaned as he did this, as everything moved in on itself, he all of the sudden he was making his body feel a way it never had before.
She was doing it. Her fingers clinging to his back, pulling against muscles that tightened to help ease himself in. She was doing all of this to him.
He nibbled on a tender piece of her neck to thank her, to welcome her, to complete himself to her.
He felt like a student, and she was his teacher. The lessons just beginning.

 

[intriguess]

Katarina

The fever was taking her over, the need, the heat, the urge to feel him. She pulled him into him, aching to be filled as her lips moved up his neck to suck on his earlobe. Whispering soft little words that she doubted even registered on his brain at this moment.

It was her first time in over ten years and she could tell how tight she felt. She was wrapped tightly around him, at this moment she could ask him to do anything and he would agree. Unfortunately free will was a large part of making the deal. It would have to wait until tomorrow.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, her thighs clamping around his waist as her first orgasm sped threw her like wildfire. Her entire body felt like molten lava. She felt as if she were steaming as she felt his skin healing from her nails even as she scratched.

 

[poohlive]

Paul gave out a healthy grunt, feeling her react to his touch. She was so soft and gentle, seeming to guide his every move, and push back with an equal force. He wasn't just fucking her, they were fucking each other.
He guided himself into her, finding it hard to pull out. She was so warm and they fit together so well, he wanted to just stay inside of her, to be wrapped around in her velvet slit and never again have to feel the trouble and pain of the world around him.
It was a dream moving back inside her though. As she began to climax, he moved a bit faster, just so he could be inside her as much as possible, to feel her milkd him as her pussy contracted against his touch, his gentle fucking, rocking them back and forth.
He could feel scratches, the open air seep into fresh wounds as she clung to him, held tightly as she rode her own wave of excitement.
These didn't register, and as soon as he felt them, he had forgotten, lost in the sweet rhythm they made for each other. It was merely an observation that he dismissed before he even had chance to think about it.
She did that to him, made only the important things matter. Everything else sort of just floated away.
He loved that.
Moaning as he felt her touch him, her tongue lash out at his ear. It sent him higher, shivers that he never knew existed came to him. He tried to give them back, as well as he could.
With a renewed vigor, he pounded into her again.

 

[intriguess]

Katarina

umm, she couldn't imagine what it would be like if he left after the week, and at same time she could see that this week of sex would remain in her mind for a long time. She knew her body responded eagerly milking him, egging him on. She wondered if the rumor of multiple male orgasms had started with one of her kind.

She smiled and leaned back a little fingers shifting to rest on his shoulders. I leaned back a little hips riding against his body. My legs firmly wrapped around his waist, giving him room to move.

 

[poohlive]

She was feeding him, her every touchin fueling his own will to please her. As she rode down from her orgasm, he felt a strong urge to give her another one, to send her through another wave of pleasure.
He cared nothing for himself, and his own pleasure. In truth, he had gotten off when she had ridden him, she had taken the wave of pleasure with him moving about her.
He loved that feeling, everything new and sensational with her.
His own passion rose with him. He couldn't stop it, or wanted to do so. His reactions intensified every pleasure, and this was just the best of the best.
He began his frantic pace again, this time not for sheer lack of experience, but from wanting to please her, to help her match him as they both crescendoed together.
Paul held onto her tightly as he began this assult upon her.

 

[intriguess]

Katarina

The world was begining to seep in around the edges of her awareness, and her body clung to his, clamping around his cock not letting the bulbous tip escape as he plunged in and out. She felt as if she were pulling his whole body into her as he fucked her. "Carry me," she murmured leaning in to him wrapping her legs firmly around his waist. She could feel every sensation from his toes to hers as he picked her up and they headed down the hall. Each step casing them to slap back and forth, until she noticed he changed his pace to get the most thrust out of each step. They passed through the door and into her bedroom.

A simple chamber with a large bed in the middle, dressed in burgundy sheets and a ton of pillows. They didn't make it that far and the soft carpeting of the floor was their bed as he loomed over her. Taking and giving, everything they needed they got. It was so intense she could feel her control slipping and her eyes flashing a metallic green as she cried out his name.

 

[poohlive]

His rhythm left him. Almost metered thrusting and grinding was replaced by a feverish pistoning in and out of her. She gripped him, both inside and out, and every piece of him felt this, as it added to his already peacked excitement.
Bulging cock felt like a rock as it never stopped it's movement inside her sex. He felt the passion rising, the orgasm building, and still he wanted more, wanted to go deeper, harder.
His body no longer held her, but the floor. As she moved with him, no longer two bodies exploring sex, but one thriving inside of it, he needed soemthing stable to hold onto.
He groaned again, a weak hungry mewling that craved only her touch.
Thrust upon thrust, each with a harder movement, a sharper push. Deeper and deeper, the sound between them filling his ears. He loved that sound, flesh smacking against flesh, the wetness of each other moving together in a swift motion neither of them controlled.
He no longer had control.
Passion controlled him, and he went along for the feverish ride.
With a cry of almost pained nirvana, he exploded inside of her.

 

[intriguess]

Katarina

She was filled by him and the warmth threatened her sanity her very being as she felt herself changing, now she was spent and in heat. Her cunt pulsing with need only minimal sated by the meal it had made of his cock. She softly asked, "Sleepy?" She could feel his body responding naturally, blood withdrawing and his cock losing it's stiffness. Her own body's response was calmed by his cum and she played with her breasts. She watched his eyes gaze at her nipples. They felt intense as they still contained the stimulant. They pulsed larger and harder and she smiled up at him. "Care to wager we never make it out of the bedroom this week?"

 

[poohlive]

Paul had a glow about him, one that radiated past the sweat that now covered nearly all of his body. Even the hair atop of his head hung down wet and clingy onto his back. It was an incredible feeling, one he hoped would never go away.
"I never make bets I can't win," he said, a ecstatic smile on his face. She had pleased him in no way a woman had before, and he felt complete somehow, everything was right in the world.
He leaned into her, his already softening penis against her thigh. He let his hands trail up and down her stomach, not to stimulate her, just cause he wanted to touch her, to make sure that she was real, that all of this was real.
A week of this, an entire week of her, just her. He had no work, no obligation, it would be nothing but sex. He didn't go so far as to say meaningless sex, because it meant the world to him. She was beginning to mean a lot more as well.
"Next time we might actually make to the bed, but," he kissed the soft curve of her shoulder, "No promises."

 

[intriguess]

Katarina

"Let's rinse off and get some sleep. It's going to be a long day tomorrow and you need your strenght." I lick his shoulder tasting the sweat as we slowly stand up and part. I feel fabulous skin tingling and soft. I find myself floating to master batrhoom that just has a sink, toilet, and shower. I run the shower on warm and stand under the water just long enough to rinse the sweat off my body.

 

[poohlive]

Paul moves, almost like a ghost as he follows at her heels. The smell that still catches him from time to time excites him, and he sees that although he is now limp, he never quite lost the thrill of everything.
His body was spent, but his mind still lusted after her.
Inside the shower, he moved in behind her, watching as she danced between the water. He couldn't help but keep his eyes on her, her perfect form, seemingless picturesque features. Inside, he went for a bar of soap, and lathered up most of his body, easing himself when he moved down. It was still a bit sore, and he went as careful as he could.
No bothering for anything long or arduous, in the morning he could have a longer more refreshing one.
Maybe they both could.
Drying himself off with one of the towels, he gave a content look her way. A cheesy grin that he could never quite get rid of, no matter how many days he worked construction.