Daydream_weaver's Refuge

Have me... *My lips whisper softly against hers before I kiss her once more, the sweetness of her mouth inciting my hunger.

Breaking away I lean back slightly to look into her eyes. My gaze is full of heat, violet embers buring into her. I sit straigher, hands going to my collarbones, fingertips sliding over pale skin along the edge of sheer cloth. A sharp tug of ribbon and the bow loosens, my robe parts slightly giving a glimpse of rounded flesh*


Have me...*My voice lowers, a slight undercurrent in my tone...a challenge...a compulsion...a plea*
 
Have me... *My lips whisper softly against hers before I kiss her once more, the sweetness of her mouth inciting my hunger.

Breaking away I lean back slightly to look into her eyes. My gaze is full of heat, violet embers buring into her. I sit straigher, hands going to my collarbones, fingertips sliding over pale skin along the edge of sheer cloth. A sharp tug of ribbon and the bow loosens, my robe parts slightly giving a glimpse of rounded flesh*


Have me...*My voice lowers, a slight undercurrent in my tone...a challenge...a compulsion...a plea*

I hear. I hear her voice, and it is as if the Goddess herself calls me. Hands respond that are no longer my own. They are hotter, stronger, demanding. I watch them slide over her shoulders and drop the robe as if they were brushing off dust.

A gasp. Hers, mine, I don't know which, don't care. My tongue is on her skin, licking salt, my lips are rounding breasts, finding hills, valleys exploring and devouring. I consume everything I am able to touch.

Pausing as if for breath, I make eye contact again, this time, I do not know who I see, all I know is someone is in there, someone bathed in purple. I must draw her out. I must have her.

That is when my teeth press deeply into the muscles of her neck.
 
*Teeth, sharp and demanding close on white flesh and a pulse of electricity crawls through my body. My back bows and my hips buck. Desire is thick and sweet and liquid, flowing freely.

Breath escapes my lips in a long soft hiss. A hand finds the back of her head, fingers tightening in her hair holding her to me as another hand circles her wrist dragging her hand over my body*


...feel me *my words pass between us...a thought, a voice...as compelling as my grip on her wrist moving her hand lower, over my stomach, down to soft wet flesh*...touch me
 
I feel her response to my teeth, sense the movements even before they are played out in the physical; back curving angrily, hips thrusting. This is what I want.

Adjusting my bite, I drop my lips and sending my tongue to clean sweaty skin and then bite down anew, sucking the captive flesh. I feel the animal coursing through me, I feel it taking possession, of her, of me.

...feel me

She is on her back, my hand sliding downward, led across her body, pushed until I feel hair under my fingers; pushed farther.

My teeth release once more, kissing the place where the mark will be as my hand slides to cover her vulva. I am very careful now. My hand stays perfectly still, pressing, containing, owning. Just a moment and then slowly rising up. A curved finger skims the part between her lips, dipping just enough to break, enough for air to meet wetness.

I pause at the top, raising, willing her to see the intensity in my gaze "Do you want me inside you? Do you need me?"
 
*Eyes gone dark as purple midnight narrow and full lips draw back in fierce display of small white teeth as my hand tightens around her wrist. My need rides me, threatens my control, but the time is not yet right. I want her driven...craving...no thought left but to possess...

I press her hand against my swollen flesh, feel her fingers barely slip between wet heated lips, and my teeth clench hard as I fight off my own desperate desire*


A taste, my Angel... *my voice hisses softly, a near sibilant sound. I pull on her wrist, feeling the reluctance of my own body to release her as I guide her hand to her own lips*...for now, just a taste...

*I watch avidly, knowing that once tasted the hunger will build in her, an irresitable need to return*
 
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*Eyes gone dark as purple midnight narrow and full lips draw back in fierce display of small white teeth as my hand tightens around her wrist. My need rides me, threatens my control, but the time is not yet right. I want her driven...craving...no thought left but to possess...

I press her hand against my swollen flesh, feel her fingers barely slip between wet heated lips. and my teeth clench hard as I fight off my own desperate desire*


A taste, my Angel... *my voice hisses softly, a near sibilant sound. I pull on her wrist, feeling the reluctance of my own body to release her as I guide her hand to her own lips*...for now, just a taste...

*I watch avidly, knowing that once tasted the hunger will build in her, an irresitable need to return*

I am caught. So careful, I tried to be so careful, but it was not me who was in control, it never was. She was lying, lying in wait for this moment, hand around my wrist. I see it now, I look into her depths and I see what I was searching for.

My hand, brought to my lips, slides in and I taste her, hot and sweet and purple. I do not understand this flavor, it coats the tongue, mixes with my saliva and it fills me with an intensity I have never known before. Immediately I know that this is what I must have. It is what I crave, all spice and color and slick.

Looking deeply into her eyes, I am reduced to nothing more than a whimper.

".. please..."

Even as the plea leaves me, floats across the aethyr, I know that tonight is not the night, I slide beside her, nearly beside myself with need, cuddling for warmth.
 
shhh, my sweet...my Angel...sleep now *my arms wrap around her, holding her close even though it is torment for us both. A quilt of soft down covers us and I stroke her soft hair willing my body to calm, to sleep*
 
I slowly wander into the refuge of one of the more interesting ladies of this place. The natural beauty of the glade seems to reflect something of the nature of the one that calls this place home. I close my eyes, letting the other senses have their chance to experience the wonders of the place without the eyes dominating them.

The soft rustle of the leaves as they dance with the zephyrs supplies the background for the calls of birds and other small creatures that go about their daily lives. The same zephyrs carry the symphony of scents and aromas that fill the air in an every changing delight to the nose. The softness of the grass beneath my feet reminds me of the more expensive of carpets that make one feel that you are standing on air.

A small sigh escapes me, as I open my eyes, looking toward the bastion of the owner. A courtesy demands, I wait patiently for my acknowledgment, and if I am more fortunate, an invitation.
 
*Walking slowly up the path through the woods I stop at the treeline and observe my visitor for a moment. My hands are filled with late blooming summer wildflowers from the meadow. The long skirt I wear brushes the grass as I move forward, slits up either side of the cloth giving flashes of long pale legs and bare feet.

I step quietly up behind him and lean a bit closer to speak softly near his ear*


Hello, Marauder...how are you this evening?
 
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*Turns with a smile as I see Raven joining us*

I keep hearing that...but I have no idea what it is. I lead such a sheltered life... *grins*
 


*Bypassing my cabin I head across the grassy meadow. A kick of my feet leaving my shoes behind, quick fingers on a zipper loosening the jeans I shimmie out of and leave lying in the grass, arms cross and lift and my t-shirt drifts to the ground...I need to feel the air on my skin...need to remove the confining evidence of that outer space. Hands move behind my back and with a practiced flip a bit of cream colored lace becomes the last breadcrumb in the trail leading to my desitination.

Pale skin glows in the afternoon sun, broken only by the cream colored boy shorts that are all I have left on. The grass is soft beneath my feet as I circle the edge of the meadow and find just the right spot. I sink to the ground, body stretching out, a happy sigh of contentment passing from my lips as I lay gazing up through the tree limbs at the late afternoon sky*
 
small wolf comes sniffing...checking meadows, scenting trees, waiting, watching...wanting...finding...her. Light gold eyes locked on pretty form. Muzzle drops to paws and a doggy grin given to the world. The Muse is here...and life is sweet...so sweet.
 
*Turning onto my stomach I pillow my head on folded arms. Silvery hair flows around my face and shoulders, almost hiding my eyes..and yet I see.

My gaze lingers on the small wolven form, taking pleasure in her presence. A hand slides across the grass in her direction, fingers aching to touch.


...my Wolf
 
Wolf moves closer...switching from small silver/black/white furred canine to small brown skinned girl. Eyes are glittering hotly, mouth widely curved. Hands reach out...touching soft back, tangling in pale hair...mouth tastes an ear lobe with a growling sigh...

My Muse...missed you.
 
*arching my back in a slow shallow roll under her touch. A shiver races over my skin, her breath and lips are so warm. I turn my head slightly, pulling against her fingers in my hair, to gaze into her eyes...so close to mine. I let her see the happiness I feel being with her but also something more, something always there beneath the surface...an aching need for her...*

I have missed you, my Wolf...so much
 
Draping myself across her, nuzzling her flesh: the back of her neck, the small of her back, the dip of her waist. I want to caress her, feel her liquid heat beneath me..no time though. My voice whispers into her ear, hotly, gently...

Flip over sweet Muse. Want to feel you, body to body...
 
*turning beneath her I stretch out to my full length, skin tingling at her nearness, burning to feel her pressed against me her weight fully resting on my frame. My hands lift to stroke along her sides without conscious thought...I just need to touch her*
 
*leaves a tag for each of you and darts out, setting some sexy boots out at the door for both of you when you have time*
 
Rolls over until our bodies are entwined. Her legs and arms wrapped with mine, her breath, my breath. Nibbling her throat, her collar bone, hands roaming her skin, touching, caressing...wanting, wishing...am whispering of love and desire but don't hear it...just want her closer.

We need a date, my Muse. Time for just you and I...yes?
 
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