Deadtown

She

His fingers and mouth worked magic on my body, taking pleasure in my form as he gave more pleasure than I'd ever truly imagined. It was wonderful, and every part of my body felt alive and powerful, as though suddenly filled with a vital spark that had long since gone out. Then I heard his voice.

"I love you," he breathed, his own words matching mine.

I went cold at that, and stopped returning his advances. I pushed him from my body, rolling to lie on top of him as I stared down into vibrant, half-dead eyes. I had to know.

"Do you? Do you even know what you are saying, Raven?"

I used his name now, not leech-boy. If we continued on with this is would be the first of many things I would yield to him.

"Do you know what it is to love somoene?"

My brow was creased in nervous tension as I studied every line of his face, looking for laughter or lies.

"Would you die for me, Raven? Would you sleep in the sunlight or take a stake through the heart, just because someone offered a choice between your life or my pain? Would you slaughter everyone in Dead Town and beyond if I was kidnapped, not caring what happened to you but only that you found me? Tell me, Raven, would you put every pleasure of mine before every need of your own? Please do not lie to me, just answer truly. When you say you love me, is that what you mean?"
 
Raven

I look up in to her eyes my eyes not wavering in the least as I say “I would do all of that for you in a hert beat, I would give my life freely for yours and I would take my rage out on any how dart to harm you.” I pos for a second then say “It’s strange rely before I met you I never under stud why people wonted to fall in love but now I know. It’s a filing of a dark cold void blackness being filed with worm light.” My hand moves up to her cheek gently touching it. I say “I don’t know how I lived before with that void with in me eating me alive.”

My eyes focus on flinchingly on hers letting her see in to my soul where no one has ever seen before. My eyes shining with emotions that I thought where beyond me for all of eternity. My fingers on her check gently move around in circles as my eyes drink her face in like a man who hasn’t had a drink in days and has been wondering the desert waists. I slowly lean up pressing my lips to hers giving her not a lust filed kiss but a tender gently one conveying all of my emotion throw it.
 
She

I returned the kiss and deepened it for several seconds, before parting to tell him what I felt I had to. For me, rightly or wrongly, love meant one thing.

"You own me, Raven. I give myself to you entirely, as a slave, an equal and a mistress. And I take you the same way. But know this, you will never get rid of me now. Never. And if you are killed, after I take my vengeance, I shall follow you beyond."

To most people it would sound insane, but to me it was the beat of Dead Town's filthy streets come to rationality. To me it was the truth of love, to own and be owned. To obey and be obeyed in every desire.

"Now, take me as you wish, my beloved Raven. I am yours."
 
Rachel swepted then began work on some minor repairs. Setting a door right on it's hooks. She had went twords the upstairs but since it seemed She and Raven were having a pivate moment she went back down and started to dust what there was to dust. There was quite a pile of junk. Several zombies, werewolves and others paused to ask what she was doing.

She explained ended up with a few more orders, more donations and one rather beefy looking man she wasn't sure what he was moved a rather large bit of debre that had been in her way to teh curb.

She had a odd .. not quite feeling.. about that one and wondered who he reported to and who he was going to inform of her deal with Izebella and the shop.
 
Raven

I smile as I sit up her legs rapt around my waist as I kiss her deeply my hands run up and down her back feeling the smooth skin and trace her spine my fingers pressing in between her vertabra. Her firm breasts pressess in to my chest my nipple rings pressing in her tits. I kiss way down her throat and down between her breasts licking off her sweet.

I lift her up on to her feet my fingers undoing her pants and pealing them down her lags exposing her wet cunt to my gaze. I lift each of her feet up tugging off her pants. I then lay back pulling her down so she is knealing over my face her pussy is just afew inchis over my lips. I wrap my arms around her lags from behind my fingers spreading her lower lips as I berry my face in to her wetness. I moan with delight as I taste her my tong running up and down her slit.

I finned her clit sucking it in to my mouth as my tong teases it. My fingers worm there way in to her worm wettness moving in and out of her. I look up at her my eyes meeting hers as I suck on her clit like it was a small cock. I begin to hum softly sending vibrations threw her clit.
 
She

So hot, so beautiful. I've taken my pleasure in others so many times before, but never had someone else willingly do anything they could to focus on pleasing me. Even Far-city earlier this evening, although she got off on what I did to her, was a slave, someone I took, not someone choosing of her own free will. If she had, she would never have allowed me to piss on her, but somehow I knew he would. Not that it would ever happen. The relationship was different, I was different, and that kind of abuse wasn't where I was at with Raven. No, I would never take from him, not unless he told me that was what he wanted me to do.

I gave him a smile as his eyes met mine, his tongue and lips so busy on my clit. Then I turned. To give as well as to receive was what I wanted now. Lowering my crotch back onto his eager mouth, and savoring, for a second, the sensations on my clit, I unfastened his own pants and released his beautiful cock. It wasn't as long or as thick as some of the ones I'd used before but it had a perfect curve to it that made me sure it would slide into me like a sword to a sheathe.

I bent my lips to gently kiss the secret eye of his manhood, quickly bobbing out my tongue to tease him. Then I pulled back for a second to smile reverentially at the phallus before plunging back down and taking him into my mouth. Slight suction and a lot of tongue movement around the bulb of his cock was my first move, sending waves of pleasure deep into his body. Then a gentle fucking motion as I gradually wormed his erection deeper and deeper into my throat - the position we were in making the curve of his shaft almost painfully oppose the opposite curve of my mouth and throat. Almost painfully, entirely pleasurably. Finally, I began to match his own work on my cunt with my work on his cock, and in that matching emphasised both feelings together.
 
Raven

I moan as I feel her mouth engulf my throbbing cock sliding it all the way down her throat. I lick my way down her slit and up to her ass hole licking arund it sticking my tong in to it getting it wet before moving back down to her clit sucking on it as my fingers slide in and out of her pussy.

My hips begin to move rhythmically with her sucking mouth as her tong sends ripples of plusher up my spine. My head falls to the floor my mouth wide open gasping for breath as I feel my balls begin to titan. I move my head up to her slit agene my tong sliding into her taking in her taste enjoying it. I fascine my mouth back over her clit sucking hard on it as I slide three fingers up in to her wiggling them vigorously.

My other hand reaches up to her ass hole my saliva making it easy for it to slide in to the second knuckle. I slide my finger in and out of her ass with same rethom as my fingers in her pussy. My head falls back agene as I cosintrate on not coming yet wanting her to com with me.
 
She

At first I focus on holding back, I want to feel him inside of me again, this time in love more than in lust. Yet I also want to taste him and the magic his tongue and fingers are working on my ass and pussy is just too strong to ignore. I redouble my efforts on his cock, taking his balls softly in my hand and massaging them. Yes, I can feel his tremors beginning.

I run the tip of my tongue all over the head of his penis, savoring the taste of his precum and the way it jumps and jerks for attention. I nibble my way up and down his shaft, finally embracing his balls with my mouth as I use a hand to massage his stout cock. And then I can tell we have both gone too far to stop. I plunge back onto his shaft, swallowing him deep into my throat and fucking him as hard with my head as I did earlier with my vagina.

Once, twice, three times I take him deep into me before he erupts, his own orgasm sending my juices fleeing to the welcome of his face and mouth. As I come I hold him in my throat - unable to breathe, my gag-reflex serving only to massage him as his hot cum hurtles towards my stomach. When we both finish jerking, I pull away from him, turn to hold him in my arms, and collapse breathless.
 
Zernandil

A while ago, dawn had been announced, and everyone had left the nightclub. The vampire he had been interested in had left, as well as all his workers. He sat alone at the dark, quiet bar, drinking, the werewolf curled in the center of the dancefloor, planning to sleep the day away.

The incubus sighed, and downed the last of his drink before heading first to the upstairs part of the club, and then the roof, to watch the sunrise.
 
Raven

I let out a muffled grown as I com down her throat my every muscle in my body going rigged. I open my mouth as wide as I can taking as much of her juices in to it as I can greedily severing her flavor. Her ass tightening arund my finger convulsively sucking it in deeper. I feel the ecstasy of my relies roll threw my body as she swallows every last drop of my seed.

My muscles relax as my orgasm subsides and She terns raping her arms and legs arund me. I look in to her eyes breathing heavily as I say “Love you so much.” I kiss her deeply tasting my self on her tong as she tastes her self on mine.

My hands run up and down her body gently exploring her enjoying how she feels under my hands. I smile lazily asking “you up for some more or would you like to sleep? It’s up to you I’m up for ether.” I lean in gently kissing her lips as look in to her eyes waiting for her answer.
 
She

Exhausted for the moment, both by our exertions and the numerous changes which took place that single day, all I can do is collapse into his arms. The question he asked is unheard, my response just a barely audible, extremely contented, snore.

Dreams come easily to me then. Dreams, not nightmares. Dreams of innocence and love, two things I have never known in my whole life. Dreams of safety and peace, two things I doubt anyone has ever really know. Dreams of life lived in unity instead of separation, something I never let myself dream of. Dreams, in short, of Raven.
 
Raven

I smile lovingly down at her as she snores from her egsershens of the night and are playing. I snuggle down in to her arms getting my self more comftable closing my eyes. Before I fall under my self I think of how this happened I didn’t think this would ever happen to me falling in love with some one I kiss her forehead. Thinking how dutiful she is and how lucky I am to have found her.

I feel my self fall in to the darkness and my dreams a small content smile on my lips as I dream of She and I living and hunting together for ever.
 
Morning came and Rachel continued her work till the crew showed up. She warned them that she had a couple 'friends' sleeping upstairs and to be polight. Past that she let them do their work. The bottom floor was easy. Mostly some installation and taking out old stuff bring in new. A back room soon converted for the shipment of cloth and supplies coming. Areas set up for dressing rooms, clothing racks and sewing area as well as fitting and mirrors. She discussed the possibilities for the upstair areas and settled to making it a single large loft apartment broken into several levels and areas. Once the designs were settled on the crew booked out to get out of deadtown before the night fell.

Rachel did not blame them.

but while there were there she got alot done and by evening was already working on some of her first garments. Her fancy dress on display in the now barred windows. Seated she hummed tunlessly as she adjusted a seem before sewing.

The rest of the shipment wasn'ting coming till later but she had enough to get started on and while there were a few people left of the crew measuring and doing other jobs so that when the crew came the next day they could get the upstair cleaned. It would take longer to do that than it took below. Even there there was still more work to do. It was pretty bland at the moment. Bare.
 
Cassandra

The night had flown by, Steele stayed at by talking to some gentlman and I myself entertained my dinner, then fed on him. As the approaching dawn was anounced I slid the young man into the only cab with a brave enough driver to set foot in Deadtown. I sighed giving the driver the address the man had given me, in a detailed story of his life. Once he was gone Leland pulled the car up to the curb and took Steele and I back to the penthouse. She seemed awfully quiet for the moment was she upset with me for leaving? Was she still upset about the fog? I shrugged in indecision, and didn't speak.

Before long we were in the lift and on our way to the top floor.
 
Steel

"This fog troubles me. A regular in Deadtown seems to know nothing of it. Have you heard anything from your dinner?" I asked trying to break the silence. It was hard being her charge and wanting her to do other things. I knew that it would never be appropriate to hold her and tell her the things that were in my mind that I could never tell anyone.

"I am sorry about tonight. I should have been on guard better."


OOC: I need either a volunteer to die. If I don't get a volunteer then I will draw numbers......Thanks....
 
OOC: *valunters Grandmage* though if not.. then I don't mind. Death sceans are fun.
 
OOC now now girls GM was nice anuf to valinter me so I'll go you'll just have on pist of She on your hands is heheheh
 
OOC: That's why I suggested Grandmage, though I dunmind going either. As I said, death sceans are fun
 
I'm up for it AR - just like I said in Whisper Manor - I have no objection to my characters dying when its good for the plot... Is it the fog? Is Ray gonna **** her to death... heh.
 
OOC: Hey now, everybody. I got here first. I volunteer. Really. My character A) isn't important, to anyone.
 
OOC: GM - not that I agree with your character not being important to anyone, but the truth is, the more involved a character is, the better for a death scene in a way. As an example - I volunteered myself. She and Raven have just fallen in love and moved in with Rachel - if any of those three dies it impacts the others and leads to interesting subplots of rage, revenge, panic, etc. Likewise Shoty and AR's characters would have an equally serious subplot-causing effect if they died.
 
Cassandra

I giggled a bit "My dinner failed to tell me anything but, an enormously boring story about the last eighteen years of his life. He, for the most part, was useless, and what's worse is he didn't taste all that good. And please Steele do not say your sorry, as you can see I am fine and all is well for now." I grasped her hand and led her into the penthouse, throwing the door closed behind us. To the couch I led..

"Here Steele, please sit and have a glass of wine with me, unwind a little." Expecting an argument on the wine rendering her less than alert I spoke up again "Please my friend, one glass won't harm your senses..." I stood for a moment until I had her answer then crossed to the trunk I hadn't yet unpacked, pulling out a bottle of wine and two glasses I turned to face her. Holding both, the wine and the glasses in the air, a questioning look upon my face.



Ooc. I have yet to volunteer Cass, and will do so now.
 
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