Summoned from the underworld.

[Vivid]

Tiador

OOC: Oh my God!

IC:
Tiador knelt in fron of the footlocker at the base of his bed. He had taken everything out and repacked it. He was considering taking everything out again, "If I were squirrel whiskers, where would I be?" he mused to his empty room. He considered his predicament when his body froze. His eyes grew wide with shock and fear.

He felt in an instant his shaft fill painfully with blood, engorging and pressing awkwardly into his pants. No thoughts were possible as his abdomen clenched. Wonderment was his last discernable feeling as he doubled over clutching at his groin, his head resting inside of the chest on a poorly folded shirt.

In that first instant pleasure and pain were indistinguishable as his muscles contracted his release. His voice gave a helpless whimper that echoed back in the confined foot locker. Jolt after jolt swept his body as pleasure replaced thought. In the darkness were only flashes of light with each release.

Finally they ended and Tiador felt the warm wetness of his garments. He steadied his breathing and gave his mind a moments of rest. Terror overtook him once more. His only thought: "Oh my God! Not again!"

He gripped the sides of the chest and lay panting as spasm after spasm wracked his abused body. There was nothing to expel as each death grip on his prostate milked the last fluids from his reserves. Tears welled i his eyes and leaked onto his shirt. Pure agony and animalistic bliss became one for a single, brief eternity of seconds.

The rhythmic pumps end with a sigh of releif. Tiador tries to stagger to his feet, falling limply onto the floor. The cold stone never felt so good as he rested.

Breathing. Yes. That's what breathing was like. That's good.


He'll rest for a bit, change clothes, then maybe think about getting back to Cain and Muffin. Oh yes. Breathing.

[Edited by Vivid on 03-25-2001 at 10:38 PM]

 

[KillerMuffin]

The sharp sensuality of the previous few moments was suddenly replaced with something softer and more gentle. It wasn't emanating from me, I wasn't soft or gentle dammit. Well, maybe part of it was, that's all I'd admit to. That meant it was coming from him.

I had to think about that for a moment. My mind had locked itself with his in a way, sharing emotions as if they were originating all from within me. I sighed into his mouth and shut my eyes, purely enjoying the slow, sensual riding he was giving me. It was different from the orgasmic bliss that had swept us along will us, nil us, and it felt just as good. I was sure it radiated from me, the gentle, sighing pleasure, but I couldn't bring myself to pay attention to anything but the smooth thrust of his body and the play of his lips on mine.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Cain's hand rested along Muffin's cheek as he turned the kiss into a tender act, drifting his hips slowly against her then away, filling not only the kiss with tenderness but their love making. Two fingers traced along the curve of her breast gently as he sighed against her lips. The thoughts in his mind were all for her and all of them were tender, perhaps with a tinge of lust still in them... They were things he could never make vocal to her, he was far too proud a man for that after all.

 

[KillerMuffin]

The slow loving was more intense in it's own way, and the only word to describe it was friction. The friction of his hair on my cheek, his lips on my mouth, his chest rubbing against mine with each sinuous thrust, his belly lifting and pressing, his cock sliding in and out, his thighs working wetly along mine, his hair dusted calves clinging to mine, and our feet pressing together.

The potent heat of sex burned through me again, whether it came from me or him or both of us, I didn't know. I just know that it burned like the inside of Crowana's crystals. A luminous fire about to overtake me with it's lava-like slowness.

"Cain..." I breathed, then let my body fly under his.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Muffin's body was reacting again, he could feel it coming even before it started, even before she said his name, it was as though they were so close that they shared the same orgasms even. The intimacy of it was almost too much for Cain's mind and heart, in the middle if their shared pleasure, wrought this time by slow, sensual loving, rather than animal need, cain felt the core of her being, her soul reach out once more, to touch his. He filled her once more with his seed, this time it was thinner, but the gripping pleasure of releasing it into her as he shared her soul, for the lack of a better word, broke through him, shattered all his foolish, prideful defences and he practically sobbed her name as he pressed his head to her breast, holding still, so still against her that it could be thought that he had turned to stone.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Basking in the warmth of his body and the gentle heat of the aftersex, I enjoyed him. He remained still, unmoving, only his thoughts lazily moving along the surface of his contented emotions. As I sobered, I regretfully and quietly closed the doorway and put up the shields. Perhaps in all that roiling sexuality he hadn't noticed that I was an empath. Maybe.

 

[Vivid]

ooc

ooc: I'll be out of town until this weekend. I'll try to be on sometime this week. The thread is looking really great.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Resting against Muffin's body as the sexual and emotional heat between them ebbed away, Cain caught and evened his breathing. He lifted his head to look down into her eyes. "I underestimated you..." He said calmly, with only the hint of a smile. He touched his hand gently against her cheek and ran his thumb over her lips to dry them of their mingled kisses then slowly, almost reluctantly pulled away. He stood and pulled his pant's back up, securing them, then he knelt and took Muffin's shed cloths and sat next to her with them bundled up on his arms. He was eerily quiet as he looked along her naked form, he swallowed once and his adam's apple flexed as he did so.

 

[KillerMuffin]

OOC: Fair 'nuff Vivid, we'll wait for you! I wonder where Myst and scylis are.

IC: I'd never been very comfortable with my nakedness in front of another person. One of those things my mother taught me, much to her frustration. It was slightly different with the langor of sexual satiation still throbbing through my veins. I pressed my arms over my head and arched my back, stretching my body with feline luxury. I could feel my relaxed muscles flowing like water and his eyes following every curve with blatant appreciation. I could get to like this.

The chill of him climbing off and donning his clothes had affect my skin, tautening it and lifting my breasts up, nipples hard and pointed. He licked his lips and then managed to meet my eyes. I tried not to smirk. "What now?" I asked, trying for flippant but ending up sounding almost afraid, vulnerable. Now that he'd had what men always wanted from women, what would he do?

Hurt me. That was irrevocable. He would hurt me. I would be damned before I'd let him hurt me without scratching back. I waited silently for his response, wondering if he would take it as a literal what now, or the more emotionally deeper what now. Tension crept into my muscles. I didn't want to know what now, I wanted to know what I was to him now. A nuisance or a friend? I didn't have the bollocks to ask him.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Cain's eyes drifted up along Muffin's body to look into her eye's. A soft smile graces his lips. "Heaven's above..." He thought. He heard the nervousness in her voice and saw the tension in her form. "Muffin... I..." He started, but the sentance wouldn't finish itself, so he paused and thought for a moment. "How long have you had feelings for me?" He asked, his voice taking its turn at nervousness now.

 

[bluntforcemama]

Alyn

OOC: Sorry, I keep forgetting about this! Forgive me! Ack!

IC: Alyn quivered and moaned, she was so close to cumming, could feel the pit of her stomach tying knots, her legs were so weak, She thrust her hips up against the wizards mouth, her head thrown back as she lay down against the table and wrapped her ankles around Edwin's shoulders, urging him to plunge his tongue deeper into her tight pussy as she fondled her tits, still wet from the wizard's mouth and spit. Her head tossed back and forth on the table, her hips rolling, her toes curling from the pleasure radiating throughout her virgin body. She saw a light behind her eyelids, something dark, but glowing and then bursting into tiny little sparks of pleasure as she cried out the name of her master. Her pussy quivered and clenched, milking the tongue that was giving her such climatic pleasure. She breathed deeply, moaning and recovering as the wizard lifted his face from her sex. She sat up on one elbow and pulled his head down to her mouth so that she could delve her tongue into his hot lips, parting them and sampling the swwet aftertaste of her excitement. She leaned up, wrapping her arms around Edwin, pulling him down on top of her and wrapping her legs around his hips, thrusting her still trobbing sex against his engorged cock, wetting it with her own juices as she urged him into her virgin sex.

 

[scylis]

Edwin

OOC: hey, np! all is forgiven!

IC: Edwin eased his cock head between the slick folds of her sex. She incredably tight. Much tighter than he was expecting. He moaned as he slowly slid a little further into her still quivering pussy, then slowly pulled back out. Gently, patiently, he repeated the action, going just a tiny bit further with each stroke, allowing her to get used to his size. Though he was only average for a human, his cock must seem huge to the tiny little imp. Alyn moaned out his name again, her fingers digging into his back ever so slightly.

Pushing in til a little more than half an inch was burried inside her, he was suprised to push up against what could only be her maidenhead. Startled, Edwin stoped what he was doing, causing Alyn to whimper. How could she be a...a.. She was an imp! One of the things imps loved to do the most was seduce gullible humans to get them to do their bidding. He looks down at her, his suprise painted across his face as he look her in the eyes. "You.. you're.. you're a.. a..?"

 

[KillerMuffin]

I turned my head to the side and stared at the wall. He put his fingers under my chin and made me look at him. I glared up at his blue hair, hoping in incongruity of it would wake me up. It didn't, he looked too good in blue hair. I sighed and met his eyes. "I don't admit to weakness." I firmly told myself, wondering what to say.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

His smile faltered for a moment as he looked into Muffin's spirited eyes. He leaned in and kissed her lips tenderly, still holding her chin gently with his finger tips. His eyes were closed as though her were sipping fine wine as he held the kiss to her lips, slowly moving his own slick lips over her's.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I smiled brilliantly at him, couldn't stop my lips from turning up and beaming so broadly. Kissing him back between ridiculous smiles, I wrapped myself around him and savored.

 

[bluntforcemama]

Alyn

"I'm sorry" she whispered into his ear as she pulled him forward again before he could pull away again. She trapped him between her legs and urged him to take her... to make her feel love. She moaned and restlessly rocked her hips, whimpering in protest that Edwin had stopped... she whispered... "please..." She threw her arms above her head and arched her back, sucha pretty display of her breasts, her rosy nipples, ripe like berries on her creamy skin.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Cain pulled away from the kiss and looked down into Muffin's eyes again. Her smile brought one to his lips. He moved his finger tips along the side of her neck, down over her shoulder, along her the length of her arm, lifting her hand in his to his lips. He ran his wetted lips lightly along the skin between her thumb and fore finger, then up along her fore finger and over her fingertips, only to graze them along the underside of her pinky and her palm. His lips came to rest against her wrist, and he nuzzled them there.

 

[KillerMuffin]

He was so sweet. "Cain, I, I'm a, I'm..." I faltered, wondering if I should just blurt it out. He paused and looked at me quizzically. "I'm a m-"

I took a deep breath. He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, as if to say, It's okay.

"I've liked you for a while."

Stupid. Way to blow it Muffin.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

"Muffin... You have great power in you... I felt it while we... While we made love... Why havn't you ever gone to any of the teachers with it? They would have to see to training you in it..." Cain said softly as he still held her hand.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I paled, feeling like I'd been slapped. If I told, then it was back to the farm... or worse. I'd heard stories about what some mages do to us so called mind dabblers. And they weren't pretty. I looked at Cain, into his intense, honest eyes, and tried to reconcile him doing something so heinous. No, he'd never gone out of his way to notice me, let alone be nice to me, but he'd never been mean either. And after we'd just shared that, well, that loving, he was feeling really good about me now, despite how mean I'd been to him for most of my stay here.

But to confess to being a heretic? A mind mage? Particularly as strong as the shaman in the woods had hinted that I was? That was an awful lot of trust. Not even my mother knew.

"It's not magic," I muttered, shutting my eyes. He kissed my eyelids, then stared at me until I opened my eyes.

 

[scylis]

Edwin

Recovering from his shock, he leaned down and gently nibbled an earlobe. "Don't be sorry, little one," he said softly, "you've done nothing wrong." He kissed his way down along her jawline, down her neck, down to her rosey little nipples. Taking one into his mouth, he lightly ran circles around it with his tongue. Bitting down, he gently pulled on it with his teeth as he pushed forward inside her once more...

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

"Your right, its better than magic, its similar to what I can do... The others have to draw on script and ritual... We two, what we can do... Its internal... It comes from within... They fear that, yes, but they also respect it... In a way..." Cain said, pausing every now and then to place a small kiss on Muffin's lips, her neck, the tops of her breasts... It was as though he still felt a part of her in his mind, looking upon her naked form, she felt so familiar to him, as though they had been lovers for a very long time. He paused. "I think something happened to me while we made love..." He stopped again, blushing at how silly that sentance must have sounded, still though, he continued on. "Its as though we shared our pleasure..." It was still sounding silly... "Mentally... As though we connected in more than just a physical way... I think I can still feel a part of you within my mind..." He couldn't help but to lean in and kiss at her breast softly.

 

[KillerMuffin]

"Cain..." I sighed his name, letting it go from my lungs like the last breath of life. Trust. I'd never done it before, not with a mother like mine. If she'd had an inkling that my magery was other than the light the candle convenience that she thought it was, I shuddered to think.

"I'm a mind mage," I explained softly, so softly I could barely hear it. As if the walls had ears. They probably did. "I'm mostly an empath, but I have clairvoyance, telepathy, psychometry, and a little precognizance. I'm, ah, not really a mage at all. I have a little of that, enough to cause trouble. Maybe enough to stay in school and learn enough tricks to make Mother happy."

I sank my fingers into his hair because I couldn't stand to see the fear, or the loathing, or the pity, or any of a myriad emotions spring up in his eyes. Any moment he would leap away from me. Us little earth witches were few and far between, misunderstood, and full of mental powers that mages could not duplicate and could not fully comprehend. Now three people knew my little secret. Had I just sealed my own fate?

I squeezed his head tightly to my breasts and pressed my cheek to the top of his head, holding him too ferociously for him to spurn me so fast. He was going to hurt me, and I didn't want it to happen, not just yet. Tears pricked at my eyes, at his hair, and this time I didn't deny their existence.

[Edited by KillerMuffin on 03-28-2001 at 10:44 PM]

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Cain opened his mouth against Muffin's breast, she held him so tightly to her soft curves that his breath was slow and hot against her skin. He could feel nothing but tenderness for her, it was as though his spitit had been bound to her's. He knew her fear that he would pull away and reject her, could feel it in the way she held him to her breast. The closer he was, the closer he stayed the more of her inner fears he swore he could feel. He imagined the lines he was sensing her through as though they were a physical thing and tried to back track along them with his own, wanting to let her feel how much tenderness he felt for her because it threatened to over flow from deep within him. So much intimacy was being shared, it was almost too much for him... Intimacy in the flesh, intimacy of the mind, intimacy between their spirits...

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

Tiador staggerd to his feet. He wasn't sure how long he had lain there but he was up now. That is to say he wasn't 'up'; that was good.
He peels the sticky clothes from his body and rinses with the water basin. Changing into dryer, if not fresher, clothes he locates squirrel's whiskers.
He couldn't help it, he did some analysis magic on the room. Perhaps if he discovered what type of magic that was he could reproduce it. He'd be so popular with the ladies then!
What he found surprised him -- absolutely nothing! There was no magical residue, no signature, none of the telltale signs that anything magical had occurred whatsoever. Hmmm.... Assuming it *had* occurred, (him imagining it was always a possibility), either the magic was very powerful and concealed itself or... or... it was psionics! Not the innate ability to channel magic like a sorcerer but one who drew power from within their bodies and minds - psionics! "Couldn't be." he assured himself. Those klinds of people are banned from 'normal' society. But still, the prospect of one being here!
He collected his things and went to see how Cain and Muffin were doing. He hoped they hadn't killed each other in his absence - the way they loathed each other was so obvious.

OOC : It'll take him until this weekend to get there. You've got time.