The Coven II

Luke

He smiled, and kissed her neck, pressing his body against hers. The need was great, but the pleasure was just as good. He skowkly kissed his way to her ear. But he didn't say anything. He merely let his breath rush over her ear.

His hands slid down her sides until they encountered her panties. His fingers ran across the material, and he let out a ragged breath as his fingers passed over the crotch, adding pressure to her sex, hidden beneath. His tonge moved out, licking across his lips as his fingers moved to the top of her panties, slowly hooking themselves in the material.

He pulled back a little, his eyes locking on hers. As wave after wave of passion and love racked his body, his lips met hers. There were no words to describe how he felt about her. It simply was.
 
Elizabeth

She arched as his lips met her sensitive neck, her breathing becoming shallow. She could smell something odd, but it wouldnt register what it was, not now. Her mind was elsewhere. She continued to send images of them wrapped together in different embraces.
She felt her heart hammering in her chest, the passion building. His breath moved gently over her ear, making her shiver under him. He was pressed so close to her, she felt warm from head to toe. She moaned into his ear, and suckled the lobe into her mouth. Her hands still roaming over his neck and shoulders.
His fingertips slid over her panties, she held her breath a second.
He pressed against her sex, just enough pressure to tease her.
The fire in his touch igniting her to even higher plain of eroticness. She lifted her hips a little, waiting for him to pull them down. His fingertips slid up and into the very edge of her panties, so slow did he move, that she tremored with excitment.
He pulled back to look into her eyes, she seen so many things in his gaze, she knew hers mirrored his glance.
She lifted a little higher, silently asking him to pull them down for her. Her lips parted a little as she softly panted, her eyes not leaving his for a second.
 
Luke

His fingers slowly moved down, pulling her panties with them. Down, down, down. Slowly moving across her legs, to her feet, where he pulled the material off, and tossed it over his shoulder as his eyes roved across her body, as if taking it in for the first time. He moved back between her legs, and slowly rubbed the head of his cock across the entrance to her sex.

He stared down at where their bodies touched. Fascinated by it. His eyes slid back up her body. His gaze stopped at her breasts, and he leaned over, catching one of her nipples in his mouth and slowly sucked on it as his eyes moved back to connect with hers His cock continued graving her sex ever so lightly.
 
Elizabeth

Taking off underwear had never been this exciting before, never this erotic or tortured. She shook, watching as he pulled them down her legs and tossed them away. His eyes roamed up her body, starting at her feet and higher. It was almost as if she could feel the heat from his gaze traveling up her. She tingled starting from her toes to her face.
She felt flushed and heated, her breathing rappidly getting faster. He moved again, this time he rubbed his hard cock up and down her wet folds, but not entering her. She quaked and moaned, arching up tightly. Her ass clenched as she lifted. She held it there a moment and slowly sank back to the bed. his mouth came down, his tongue laving her nipple. She reached out and stroked his hair, watching him. His eyes lifted to meet hers, she shook harder, she never seen someone look at her the way he does. It was if she was made perfect and just for him.
She rocked slowly up and down as his head continued to slide against her. Just out of reach, not entering her. She shivered as he would come up and rub her clit, then slide down over her wet entrance. The muscles tightening as he went by, almost begging him to enter.
She whimpered low, and arched a little further, spreading and lifting her legs to bend at the knee. She kept her eyes on him, she didn't want to close them and miss anything. She could feel it all inside, but watching it too.. well it was more than she could resist. Her mind kept caressing his, telling him in so many ways how much she loved him.
 
Luke

Unable to resist the sweet temptation of that which lay before him, he let his cock slip into her sex. Slowly pushing himself in her, enjoying the feeling of her muscles around his shaft. He slowly let go of her nipple, and kissed his way across to her other breast, taking her other nipple in his mouth.

She was his, and he was hers. His eyes stayed on hers. He loved the look of her eyes, deep pools he could gaze into forever. She was perfection, and she loved him. If there could be such a thing as God, he surely smiled upon Luke.

And Luke was not one to pass up a gift. Once fully inside of her, he slowly began to pull out, only to slowly move in again. It was all far too slow, and it held far too much pleasure.
 
Elizabeth

His eyes grew darker, she watched as they changed. Her pulse lept into her throat, his gaze was telling her all he was going to do and more. She felt his feeling of love wash over her, she felt a tear slide down the corner of her eye. He pushed into her, agonizingly slow. She could feel her walls give way to let him sink into her. The slow heated passion moved over her. This, in her mind, was what making love was supposed to be. She was sure of it.

He moved across her chest, placing little kisses along the way, before suckling her other nipple into his heated mouth. She pressed upwards, pushing her breast into his mouth. The feeling was so intense, she had to have more. Her hands held his sides, he paused once he was fully encased within her.

Her eyes met his again, his look sent shivers again over her. He pulled back as his teeth tugged her nipple, and slowly sank back inside. She let out a long sigh, and sucked in a deep breath. Her ass lifting off the bed to press up onto his hard cock. Her nails dug into his side slightly as he sank with in her. She swear he grew harder and longer, shaking she kept her eyes on his.

She bit back a cry as he pulled out and sank once more into her. Her ass lifting off of the bed, unwilling to let him leave her. Her panting now audible, and very heavy. She groaned out his name, pleading he ease her ache inside.
"Luke.. please."
 
max

I friwn when maxien makes the imeg dis aper by buping the bole I look up and say whot more importet than that strang woman. She is very dangers I can feel it thats why I when to scry her out in the first place I can stil feal the danger in the air and it's coming from her. I smile and say she's evin more dangeres than you are sister dear.
 
Maxine

She walked over and scooted the bowl to the side of the table, He sat there on the floor looking up at her. Sitting before him, she bent down to his face.
"No one is more dangerous than I am Brother dear.." She sat back on the table, looking smug.
"I need to change, these clothes are just not comfy enough.. but then again.." She spread her legs a little, resting them on his upper thighs.
"Enjoying the view down there?"
She was so damned bad sometimes, she wanted to hug herself.
 
max

First sis ther pepil out ther how are more dangers than you and she is one. Secind I am injoying the vew down her I put my hand on her lage and I run it up under her skert until my fingers finde her pussy lips. I run my fingers up and down her lips and I pres them in slowly pushing them in and out of her I smile as I see her eyes glaz whith the sension.
 
Maxine

She let him finger fuck her for a few minutes, then stood up. His hand fell away from her.
"Now now.. We have things to do!"
She paced the living room. Her body was hot and turned on, but her mind was ignoring it. There was things to do, and she still had to locate Nicholas.
She absently tapped her nail against her bottom lip as she paced.
"Brother.. you need to get close to this woman, seduce her whatever.. And find out exactly what she wants. Besides a roll in the hay is fun isnt it? It isnt like your going to be out to hurt her. That isnt in you. no wait! I got an idea. Perhaps you should like.. no no that wouldn't work." She paced some more.
"I think I should consult Sorian on this..His magic is much more able to assist than mine is. Even yours.."
She stopped pacing and turned to Max.
He was standing behind her where she stopped. She tip toed up and kissed him softly on the lips.
"I best be off Brother dear..I'll be back later"
She ran her hand down his cheek and walked out the door. She had alot to do. And no time to do it in.
She drove like she always did to the college, Like a mad woman.
Now to find Nicholas.
 
sorian

ooc:just for ya'lls info here is my deceased wife profile./
name sherri
age at death 23
body type,, cheerleader(lol)
history: was a generational witch , going back as far as her gggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg great grandmother (g=great)met me when we weree 17 and fell in love almost instantly.now i only see her when i go into deep meditative states.she keeps telling me to move on and find someone new but my being stubborn keeps coming back.


ic:'damned other worlds, sometimes i wish that this was the only world then i wouldnt have to keep track of the other ones. sometimes life really sucks." with that i decide to go and visit my wife again.as i arrive "you know you really have to stop coming here" she sais as she wrapps her arms around my neck." you know i cat stay away so why do you even try to get rid off me" i said as we locked in a passionate kiss letting my hands trace her outline...

ooc: oh by the way i was thinking if someone want to play sherri go for but i dont know how she'll come back to life so i dont anyone wants to play a dead girl.
 
*A wicked little grin comes to unseen lips...as Lillith's thoughts race through her mind.*

"Should I bring an extra pair of hands into the fray?"
"Will they notice?"
"And if they do, how will they react?"
"Will they be angry, or shocked?"
"Or will they just smile and continue on?"
"...Or will they not even notice...?"
"So far, they haven't seemed to have noticed me, just yet...I wonder how far I can take this?"

*Tendrils of mist begin to creep up along the sides of the bed....slowly crawling along the bed towards the two interlocked figures within it. Slowly, the misty tendrils begin to form themselves into vague "hands"..the "fingers" drawing along both the man and the woman's thighs. It is only the barest of touches, but it is just enough to perhaps send a soft chill into the both of them...as well as a sense of strange pleasure...unlike the pleasure that they are bestowing upon one another at the moment. It's hard to describe, in words.....a sort of "disembodied" pleasure...a pleasure felt, not in the body, but somewhere deep within the mind...the -real- source of all pleasures. It strikes deeply at the heart of some primal, forgotten root of human nature...pulls upon it like a puppetmaster upon the strings of his creations, letting them -both- feel a primal flood of animalistic pleasures and desires, springing forth from the depths of their minds like a burst wellspring. Then, quietly...the tendrils draw away, to lie against the floor once more....and Lillith waits..and watches...*
 
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Luke

It was as if someone had shoved a red hor poker into his eye. He sat up right, and his hands clawed at his face as he fell back from his mistress. His mouth open in a soundless scream. Luke was a Familiar. A cat with a human intelligence superimposed upon it. Whatever had interfered with his and his mistress's lovemaking had touched upon something it should not have. It felt as if his mind was being torn in two.

On one side, the animalistic feline brain, and on the other, the human intelligence. Something had stirred the primal brain from where it lay, content to let the newly formed human qualities control it. Luke felt pain beyond pain. Immediately he struck the mental link from his mistress, fearing for her as his mind was washed with the force of a deadly dance.

He fell from the bed to the floor, caught in a fit as his muscles spasmed. It was a battle he could not fight alone. The balance which held him as a Familiar had been disturbed. One of the supports that kept his together has been toyed with.

And he would die if he didn't get it back in place soon.
 
*Her touch..seems to have a strange effect. Something she hadn't been expecting...but not something that cannot be easily remedied. *The mist obscuring the fallen man's body soon disipates...coiling upwards in a miniature tempest into the form of the woman from before. She stands there now, looking down at the man writhing upon the floor....and it seems that she's delighting in the spectacle for several moments.*

"Hm...a shame. ...I had thought my...touch..would bring about wonderous, desireable effects. ...Oh, you petty creatures and your exceptions and exemptions."

*She lets out a breathy sigh...and leans down to the fallen man, a hand coming to drift along his brow. The touch brings a sense of peace..and calm...almost like being back within the womb. A serenity, really..calming his mind with but a touch.*

"Come now, little kitty....you needn't act in such a way, and upset the pretty lady in thine bed, yes? ..So calm thineself..relax thine nerves and let my touch soothe thine mind..and mayhaps I can show thee that there are things much more wondrous in this world then thine earthly, beastly pleasures, aye?"

*Her speech seems, of course, oddly old-fashioned...like a lost language being spoken again...*
 
Elizabeth

She felt heated from head to toe, and then suddenly cold. Luke jerked upright on the bed. Grabbing his face, a look of pain on his face. "Luke? What is it?" She came up on her elbows, he was scaring her...
One second he was there and the next he was laying on the floor.
"Luke?!" She jerked upright, their link dissolved. She went to move off the bed and see what was wrong with him, Her fear high. And before her eyes mist turned into a woman!
"Oh my GOD!" She didn't cover her nakedness, but jumped off the bed. This woman's speach was off, a little different.
"What's wrong with him!?" She was crying, tears slipping down her face unchecked. She moved to his prone form on the floor. He was tensed up tightly, fighting something she could not see, nor understand. She looked at the woman and back down where Luke lay unmoving. She Didn't stop to question where the woman came from, or even how she got into her room. Her only concern was for Luke.
"Luke?" her voice broke as she sobbed. "Speak to me, whats wrong?" Her hands ran everywhere, trying to find what was wrong with him. Her eyes looked up at the woman.
"Please? Can you help him?" She was sobbing uncontrolably. She felt something was wrong, really wrong with him. What had done this? Did she hurt him somehow and not know it? She shivered, she felt cold and sick to her stomach.
"Luke! Please, answer me!" She leaned down to his face, kissing him softly. "please answer me...please.."
She felt an overwhelming urge to touch him, but not anywhere sexual, his neck.. Oddly why the urge? She did not know, but her hands burned for it, and her palms were hot. She knelt, lifting her face away from him. Her hands came down, and her eyes closed. She carefully wrapped her hands around his neck, her hands feeling cooler now that she had. She felt her mind searching for something. Anything to grasp onto, searching for the Luke she knew.
Something happened then, a faint feeling of glowing surrounded her body, the heat moving from her hands up her arms to her chest and down her torso. Her hands stayed on Luke. She willed him to heal, to be alright. Her mind touched his.
"Come back to me Love, I am here, threw the darkness, come to me"
 
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*The woman's panicked cries seem only to agitate her. Waving her off with a hand, she kneels next to...Luke? ...Luke. ...An interesting name, for one whose appearance as human is only illusion. ...This would make the second being she has encountered that isn't truly human. That other tall man....Slayer, was his name..and now this man, Luke.*

"A strange place I have happened upon.", she thinks to herself.

*She cradles Luke's head in her lap, smoothing back the locks of hair from his brow, and gently whispering to him. The pose she takes now is so frighteningly surreal...like a mother comforting her child. Yet these are -all- her children, man and beast alike. She had her own hand in shaping them into what they are now..why should God or Lucifer get all the credit?*

"Calm thineself, child." *Her deep violet gaze turns upward to Elizabeth.* "..Worry naught over his health, for I shall help him...if only to correct mine own misjudgement. Methinks that I acted a mite hastily, when bestowing upon him mine touch. ..Instead of the desired effect, t'would seem that the opposite has occured."

*She again looks down to Luke..concentrating more of her effort to calm the turmoil in his mind that her touch seems to have stimulated. For now, they are only subtle vibrations...tremors of feelings of inner peace and serenity...feelings of equilibrium, trying to help him balance the two halves of himself once again. In essence...as it was her touch just moments ago that upset that balance, so it is her touch, and her silent, subliminal suggestioning that is attempting to help restore the balance. She runs her hand through the man's hair, as soothing and as gentle as a cool breeze upon a paltry, hot day.*
 
sorian

sensing something was wrong with elizabeth and luke ," i must go my love but as usual i will return." i said as i left and went into there room(astrally that is) seeing luke on the floor and elizabeth trying to heal him i close m eyes willing power from into elizabeth allowing her spell to have a greater healing effect.after doing that i searched the room and found that women.unable to do anything more since i just depeted my power, i leave hoping that elizabeth would call out to me,for in my body i would be able to do much more but i cant help unless asked.with that i return to my body and walk to just outside her door and just wait.
 
Luke

He felt two touches in his mind. One he unmistakably recognized as bad. It felt wrong, and prodded at his mind, while doing nothing. No simple thoughts or pulling at emotions could help him. This, truly, was an amateur. After toying with a deep-seated balance between nature and magic, it tried to right it by mere ripples upon the surface?

Luke's mind was two halves now, held together by thin strings. On half was primal, the other was the advanced thinking and emotions, the very mind superimposed on animals to make them Familiars. Right now, it toyed with one. And the other responded.

The muscles were hard to control, and the lack of claws threw it a curve, but the feline mind managed to strike. Lightning quick, this strange new woman found her neck in the proceeds of trying to be ripped from her body as his fingers dug into her flesh. His mind disconnected her, disallowing any further contact.

Another mind, though, he knew. It was his mistress. Without him to guide her, instinct threw her at that which she did not know. He clung to her, a thin strand of hope, as his mind ceased to control his body once again. It was a spell.

But of the wrong kind. A healing spell. It only helped to throw the balance that held him further apart. If only he could tell her. He strove with all his might, trying to say only one thing to her. His mental connection wavered around, but he tried. "Mist.....get Max....for.....spell......Familiar......used on Danc...."

And his mind faded as he fought a mental war he was quickly losing....
 
Elizabeth

"Get.. Max" It was all she heard in her mind.
She stood grabbing her robe and keys.
"Do NOT Touch him!"
She raced out of the house and hopped into her car. She drove like a mad woman. Where was Max? She had to think, her mind a foggy mess. "Get Max" Thats what she heard.
She spooted Max's Motorcycle. Squealing to a halt she ran up to the stairs and banged on the door.
"Max!!! Open up! Please!" She banged until he came to the door. Her tears falling.
She fell forward as the door opened.
"Must...... help!"
She couldnt catch her breath, but she stressed the urgency with her eyes. She grabbed his hand, tugging him.
"PLEASE!"
 
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*Her life -is- being threatened...and that is why her hand shoots up to grab his wrist...an instinctive response, than anything. Removing his hand from her throat is the first thing on her mind. Finding out a different way to approach this is another. ...And in the suddeness of the moment..she seems to have forgotten a simple way to remove herself from this death-lock. Her form begins to melt...simply put...features fading away into the same, transparent white mist that heralded her entrance into this room before. His hand would be left graspong nothing now, as the mist floats away from him. How to resolve the situation? ..How to help him?

In all honesty, thinking like an animal hasn't been one of her strong points. She's always been a creature of base desires, yes...but never an animal. ...Well, she has, technically. Taking an animal form for the purposes of spying or eavesdropping she has done at times before in the past. But that's different. How to handle -this- situation? She reforms into her solid form once again...standing well away from the berserking cat-man, her eyes narrowed. Now that she has removed -herself- from immediate threat...she can concentrate more on -his- immediate threat.

She realizes that messing with his mind is not the way...so how to reach him, and help him calm himself? She considers...as she does what the other woman instructed before she left...and doesn't touch him. Her hand goes to her neck, frowning softly as she rubs at what she knows will become a bruise. A spell must have been responsible for granting him his specific abilities. ...A simple spell, for her to overlook it. He is an animal, gifted with human intelligence. ..Her touch..her influence on his mind upset that balance that had tied animal mind to human..and now she has left him in danger of either going insane, or dying. Both prospects are not ones she would look forward to. She's always liked cats.

This time, she tries something different...and this time, she doesn't touch him. She can only hope that what she thinks must be done is what will solve the problem. A hand is lifted...soft words are spoken...as a spell of reversal is cast, to undo the cantrip that changed him from a normal cat into one gifted with the intelligence of a human. Think of it as formatting, and starting over from scratch.*

"What was done shall be undone. To save your mind the threads must be re-spun."

*She can only hope that her assumption is correct...and that this will help him, and not harm him further.*
 
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OOC: -sorry- Look, what you did was illogical, and here's why:

1- You left your character choking, and did nothing to help get airflow.

2-You reacted violently, and in a way that could be lethal, to a person who would not know you did it or be able to respond.

3-You were far too calm for someone who's been attacked.

4- Show me you deserve my respect, and you'll get it.
 
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OOC: Well, jeez. You don't have to be so crude about it. :( I don't appreciate having my intelligence insulted like that, nor do I enjoy being patronized. I think this draws my participation in this thread to a close. The rest of you have fun. I won't settle for being insulted and berated.
 
OOC: And for the rest of you involved in this thread: I'm sorry if I was too stupid and clueless and just got in the way of your thread. I was only trying to fit in and try to regain a shattered sense of confidence. If I annoyed any of you, I apologize. If I was just an irritation, I apologize. But I won't stand for being treated like an idiot, and so this shall be my official note of withdrawl from this thread.

I hope the rest of you have a wonderful time continuing this thread. The story behind it and the posts within it were enjoyable and worth the time to read. ...Except, of course, the one in question. ...I cannot believe that someone would be so harsh, cruel, and disrespective to a newcomer to this thread. Instead of verbally bashing my self-confidence into the dirt, and making me look and feel like an idiot in front of all of you, it could have been a lot easier and much more respectful to send me a PM and explain to me in a civil fashion what was going on. I may be clueless, but I'm not some hopeless retard that deserves to be treated like dirt.

I am hurt and shocked and more than a little upset that I would be spoken to in the fashion that I just was. I hope the rest of you enjoy the rest of what this thread shall offer.

And if you want an angry, scathing retort out of me...this is the best you'll get. Anger is something in my life I've been trying to get -rid- of. It hurts too many people, gets me in more trouble than I'd be willing to deal with, and is the sole reason I have absolutely no social life, because I've managed to alienate myself from every group in society and also managed to cause all of my friends to curse my presence and forget I exist.

So if you want anger, don't look for it here. Instead, what you will get are the words of someone who really doesn't have much else to lose, what with her pride, confidence, and self-esteem shattered by a heartless bastard with a stick.
 
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occ:

Look, this can easily be worked out. Though I have to admit with GM on one thing here, Your character's reactions were a little off. And the "God Mode" isnt allowed in this thread. In my opinion the best thing for the last part of this thread would have been to back off if not completely leave. If the touch caused the pain, It is rational to assume touching again would further harm. Do not leave the thread for a misunderstanding, and GM did edit his post. He uses the stick often, I know he's given me a few words before too. Take it in stride and realize its just hindering the story to ignore the posts of others. Forgetting little details is also not wise. lol Ive been lectured a few times for this also.
It is up to you to stay or go, but try to get a more human everyday reaction into it. you write according to the post you are responding to, be it good or bad reactions.
I do enjoy your writing Lillith, it is very creative and good. Just need interaction with other writers to be realistic in human reactions. :) ty for your time we now go back to our scheduled programs.
 
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I will have to consider if I stay or go from this point. As of right now, my confidence is shattered, as is my mood. Regardless of his intentions or his methods..what was said to me was needlessly harsh and hurtful. I don't care who you are...saying such things to someone who doesn't deserve it would get your ass kicked in most places, maybe even shot in others. For the sake of your safety, GM, I hope you don't act that way IRL.

From now on, what I will ask for is -not- to be treated like a brainless inept when I make a mistake. I'm human, just like the -rest- of you, and I will be treated as such or I will take my talents and attentions to another thread.

Also, to GM: If gaining your respect means I have to lower myself to -your- level, then you can keep it. You wanted my angry words. There they are.
 
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