Renots

[Trist]

OOC

Sorry!

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[Trist]

OOC:

Sorry for my lacking posts, I'm back now. Hope everyone's still with us...

IC:

Mog hadn't noticed Zoey's enterance, too caught up in her own physical feelings. Her moans were catching up to the decibles that they had been before; she had already cum once, and she was going to again.

Her muscles clenched up tight as they had been before, her pussy pulling at the vocalists cock in hope of drawing it's seed.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Travis

OOC: Good to see you back, Trist. I'm still here, and I hope the others are as well.

IC: Trav.

Trav watched Zoey leave the room, before his attention turned back to Macy.
"I guess I was a bit tough on that last one." he said with a grin, gesturing to where Zoey had just gone up the stairs. "Still, I'd kill to see the look on their faces."

 

[Paendragon]

Deacon screamed. His ass clenched rhythmically as he thrust into her. He couldn't hold back any longer.

He felt his balls pull up tight against his cock, as the first spasm hit him, the first jet of cum shot up the legnth of him exploding into the sexy drummer's pussy, fulfilling on of his longest fantasies.

He continued to drive into her as he came, pounding her hard and fast. His mouth found hers, and he slid his tongue into her mouth, and bit gently on her upper lip.

OOC: Glad this is still up and running. WB Trist.

 

[soliloquy]

Macy Grinned at Travis. "As long as she's taking up there, who's to say that it's such a punishment?" You would have thought she'd be down here by now...but you never knew what went through Zoey's mind.

"So, what's next while we wait, Trav?" She sunk onto the couch and folded her legs under her.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Travis

"I dunno. What did you have in mind?" Travis asked, throwing himself onto the other end of the couch, facing Macy.

 

[soliloquy]

Macy laid down on the couch, her head in Travis' lap. She knew that only the alcohol could allow her to be so bold. "Why don't we have that talk you suggested earlier. Get to know each other. Tell me about yourself. How'd you get involved in the Renots? What are your dreams?"

She sounded like the inquisition, she realized. She smiled and giggled. "Sorry...a little bored, or inquisitive, I guess."

 

[Dark Warrior]

Travis

Trav ran a hand through Macy's hair as he repositioned himself so that Macy wouldn't feel his growing erection through his pants.
"Well now, that's a long story. Ever since I was a kid, I always loved music, I used to just pick up random shit and start making music with it. It was great. I went through quite a few instruments before I picked up a bass guitar for the first time, and I just clicked. It was great, like, I was totally attuned to it, and in just a matter of weeks I was playing like a pro. Then, I had this friend, who had this friend, who had this friend, I think you get the picture, and anyway, one of these friends had a band that needed a bass player. And there I was, I guess. The rest is history." he paused a moment. "About me... well, there isn't much to tell. Music's my talent, my passion, my dream. It's all I do, I guess." he shrugged, smiling down at Macy. "Now, will that do?"

 

[soliloquy]

Macy had closed her eyes, feeling his hand through her hair, and letting his words wash over her. "Yes, that'll do." She giggled and reached up for Travis' hand. She intertwined her fingers with his.

"You and music are just like our two hands. Intertwined, inseperable." She was hitting the point in her drunk where she was getting philosophical. "You're lucky, you know. I haven't found anything in my life that is my life, my dream, my being. I'm just a waitress who lives day to day."

She opened her eyes to Travis smiling down at her. She turned her head to bury it in his lap in humiliation. Her movement caused her to brush against his erection. She smiled and giggled. There were possibilities to this night after all.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Travis

Trav shifted uncomfortably as Macy giggled.
"Well, don't worry, I'm sure you'll find something..." he started, his voice fading away towards the end. He stayed quiet for a moment, staring intently down at where his hands were again running through her hair. He then turned his attention to her face, and he could see that sparkle in her eyes, which finally gave him the courage needed to say what he was about to say.
"You know, Macy," he began, gently moving his hand down to her cheek and turning her head to face his. He leant down and softly kissed her on the lips, not even finishing his sentence as he continued to kiss her. In her state, she wasn't even resisting...

 

[soliloquy]

His kiss was soft and sweet, his hand still stroking her hair. Macy returned the kiss after a moment of shock. She had remained still, and once her mind registered what was happening, she began to kiss him back. When he pulled away, she moaned a bit at the loss. She felt him shifting a bit beneath her.

"Travis? It's okay...I mean...if you want to...well..." He didn't make her finish that statement.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Travis

Travis cupped each of her cheeks in his hands, pulling her gently away from his groin until she was sitting next to him. Again, he laid his lips on hers, this time attempting to introduce his tongue. She made no resistance, and their tongues came into contact as they began to kiss passionately. His hands strayed down from her face, and onto her neck and shoulders.

 

[soliloquy]

Macy fell easily into the embrace. How wonderful to feel that affection again. Travis was more passionate than she would have thought. Her hands trailed down his torso and over his shoulders.

She broke the kiss. "What if Zoey comes back? Surely she will."

She looked concerned. But there was a pulsing inside of her that indicated that she might not be as concerned as she looked at the prospect of their friend coming back downstairs.

 

[Trist]

Mog screamed out loud as Deacon pounded into her, her body beginning to shiver once again.

She could feel his seed pour into her, the feeling greater than anything she had ever imagined. Deacon kissed her softly and bit her lower lip; she moaned as her last orgasm of the encounter slowly faded away.

Mog layed back on the bed, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat from the whole ordeal. She breathed deeply and looked up to her lover, smiling gently.

"That was amazing..."

 

[Paendragon]

Deacon smiled down at her, and flexed his cock once, still inside her.

"Hell yeah, it was," he whispered.

He looked at her for awhile. Damn is she sexy as hell...

"I'm glad it happened. I've been wanting you for too long, Mogs."

He slowly slid himself out of her, and fell to the side, his still semi-hard cock lying against her thigh. He reached out and traced a finger around her nipple.

"I hope the others don't mind that we disappeared for a little while, although, honestly, I don't really care if they did," he said with a laugh. "I'm sure we'll make it up to them..."

 

[Trist]

Mog laughed. "I'm sure they're all having their own fun by now," she commented. "Everyone's got to be sloshed by this time."

Mog's eyes trailed to the doorway, finally noticing the form of Zoey. Her intial reaction would usually be to grab the covers and conceal her body, but she was sure the girl had gotten more than an eyefull by this time.

"Hey, Zoey. What's up?" she asked as casually as she could.

 

[Paendragon]

Deacon's eyebrows rose upward, and his eyes followed Mog's to the door, where a surprised Zoey stood staring.

He realized he was lying there naked, but since Mog hadn't covered up...

He leaned his head on his hand, and grinned at the newcomer.

 

[AngelBaby]

Zoey

Zoey had known that Deacon and Mog had had a 'thing' for each other, but she didn't realise that they'd be that... well, full on. And especially not that vocal.

Once she had overcome her initial shock at seeing them, Zoey, still dazed, had realised that she'd needed to say something as part of the dare... and couldn't remember what it was. Needless to say, Travis would have been able to tell - and would have cooked up some extravagant counter-dare that she couldn't have been able to face.

So, it was the devil she knew versus the one she didn't - and now she had been found out before she could remember what she had wanted to say.

"Hey," she managed, rather half-heartedly, and the two looked at her, still wondering why she was there.

"Travis. Dare," she explained, managing a little eye-roll.

 

[Paendragon]

He couldn't help but laugh, his eyes twinkling.

"Figures."

He looked at Mog for a second, still smiling, before turning back to Zoey. His eyes slid down her body for a split second before he caught himself. Damn, I am a pig. Although she sexy as hell too. And it's not like I'm going to go pounce on her. Mog's next to me, and she's more than enough. Still...

"Things must be getting interesting in there, huh?"

Macy was down there after all. Macy... there's another problem. He's going to have to have a talk with her before the nights out. If she wanted Mog... and if Mog wanted her...

 

[AngelBaby]

Zoey

Zoey found herself relaxing a little, despite the obviously compromising position that Deacon and Mog were in, and found herself answering Deac with what could almost be called ease.

"Well, Macy was in the bathroom when I came up, but unless she fell in, I'm sure she'd be back by now..." Zoey quipped. Well, under the circumstances it was a quip, anyway.

 

[Trist]

Mog looked from Zoey to Deacon, and then back to Zoey. She noted the way that the lead vocalist's eyes wandered over the girl's body. Usually this would have made Mog jealous as hell, but being as far gone to the influence of alcohol and lust as she was, only a slight grin crossed her lips.

"Well, never know what's going on with the others downstairs, now. You might just be walking in on another scene like this one. Would you like to come and lay with us?"

 

[AngelBaby]

Zoey

Zoey raised an eyebrow at Mog's words, and chose to ignore them, going for the 'simple statement' instead.

"Mog, you're drunk," she said, looking to Deacon for some help.

 

[Paendragon]

Deacon's mind raced.

"Mog's not that buzzed, and neither am I." He laughed, and sat up on the edge of the bed, hoping to make her more comfortable with the situation. "C'mon. Hang out for awhile. Then we'll go down together."

He looked down at himself, then back up at her, and smiled. "You've already seen just about everything up here. Who knows what you'll run into downstairs."

 

[AngelBaby]

Zoey

Zoey listened as Deacon spouted the most sensical lot of rubbish she had ever heard. The problem was... well, it made sense. It was logical. And it convinced her to stay.

"Okay, fine," she sighed, moving to sit on the bed.

 

[Trist]

Mog smiled brightly at Zoey.

"Good of you to join us."

Mog sat silently for a moment, laying back on the bed with her arms folded beneath her head. She tried to think of something intelligent to say, but nothing sprang to mind.