The Prize - There Can Be Only One...

[Ldy Tehari]

Delena

Everybodys playing the game, but nobodys rules are the same
Nobody's on nobody's side, nobodys on nobodys side
Better learn to go it alone, recognize you're out on your own
nobody's on nobody's side.

*plays in the background thru the coffee shop speakers as people finish up their lunch, thoughts overtake my mind. There was a time when the games mattered, and I was out for myself. Taught by a roman soldier, mastered at net & broadsword, the weapons of the gladiators used in the games. I loved working the games. The smell of sweat and olive oil, something about it still makes me shiver. Some things never change. But I did. Seeing a taxi fly up to the curb and screech leaving tire marks. Laughing for a moment in complete recognition. My love, my treasure, late as always, and exquisite as ever. *
The one I should not think of keeps rolling thru my mind, & I dont want to let that go
No lover ever's faithful, no contract truly signed
Theree's nothing certain left to know, and how the cracks begin to show
Never make a promise or plan, take a little love where you can
Nobody's on nobody's side.
I was walking down the street when pulled me into the narrow alley. The sickness came upon me merely seconds before his presence. He was strong, powerful, knowledgeable, intangible, and thru it all there was a twinge of hopelessness. My cloak becoming a quick net distracting his kali sticks for only seconds, his hands flying skillfully, his eyes empty. I fought with strength, I moved, parried, struck, dodged, we danced inscribing patterns in the dirt. He pressed me against the wall, I stabbed him in the stomach, and yet he only pushed me away into the wall, gazing at me. He played with me, watched me, looked at me in a way that made my cheeks burn with as much desire as adrenalyn.
A dance of death, and life, and yet.. it was empty.. He fought not with a sword, he didn't pull a blade, nothing silver, he was as unpredicatble as he was knowledgeable. Chaotic, and yet every twinge of muscle precise. He was an adonis when he disarmed me. Breaking my sword in a double cross strike, the blade flying in three separate parts, the ring off the walls echoed in my ears. He walked up to me and pulled my hat off, taking the wig with it. His eyes drew wide at me for a moment, "A woman." and then caressed my cheek. I didn't know whether to be hurt or not. He looked at me for a moment, empty eyes showing slight fire. "Go on girl. There will be no quickening. If the time comes, I know who would win."
I was shocked, I was speechless, I stammered feebly. "I'm sorry." I don't even know if he understood. I quickly grabbed my cloak & sword and ran. I don't know how far, I don't remember the exact place I slept. He dominated my thoughts.. he still does.
never leave a moment too soon, never waste a hot afternoon
never be the first to believe never be the last to decieve
never make a promis or plan, take a little love where you can nobody's on nobodys side.
*Smiling warmly as he comes to the table, standing up and wrapping my arms around him, kissing him passionately. Knowing in my heart we will be together forever.*
Everytime I think I have just about it had it and I'm going to be cross with you, You do something that reminds me just why I fell in love with you.
I hope your shopping trip wasn't too painful. Did you get that special project part that you were looking for?
*sitting down, smiling warmly*

 

[kitsuke]

Lao Jun

"Mei...", I say again, trying to get her attention. I only call her Mei when exasperated or concerned. She's running her hand over her First again. Her first death, she'd been so scared...

I see her through the crowd. Rough, young men suround her as she flirts audaciously. Her clothes are too rich. They know she has money. I break into a run. A knife glints evilly in the bright noon light and a flower, bright red, blooms on the front of her dress.

My sword is in my hands. Vaulting the last row of bystanders I land in the middle of the knot of toughs. I let loose a hoarse cry and cut down down one, two of them. My blade now drips red and there is screaming all around me. My face twisted in a rictus I spin defensively, keeping the knives away from me. The idiots still think their numbers mean something. Lashing out to one side with a foot I deflect a knife up and wide, while my sword balances me buried a foot deep in another of them on the other side. Whipping my body upright I again launch an assault. None of them have ever been trained, they fall. Two left. They eye each other nervously. In the time it takes them to do that the tip of my sword transfixes the the throat of one. The last has had enough, he breaks for it. I tense to take him, but remember Ling. Relaxing I let him go. Hurriedly I pick her up and run, her slight form not much of a burden. The sounds of terrified onlookers and pursuit soon fades after I dissuade a few of them with a menacing thrust of my sword.

Later, but not much. Mei Ling is laid out on a table in my safehouse here. She gasps and sits bolt upright, clutching the front of her dress. Probing the lack of a mortal wound with confusion she looks at me, her fine features contorted with distress.

"There are, perhaps, some things I should tell you..."

"Is there something you're not telling me, Ling?" I ask now that I have her attention. Reaching over I brush an errant wisp of hair back from her face.

 

[jinnysub]

Andi

"Sven, your story is too fantastic not to be believable. Some day, maybe, you can tell me about some of the things you've seen in your long lifetime. That is, if you let me stay with you long enough to hear them."

"I don't think you'll want to when you hear about me. You see, John was just the last of a long line of men like that. He was the worst, but my life has been so awful that all I felt as his knife was coming at me, before you stopped him, was relief."

"I've been on the road since I was thirteen. Long story, common one. Stepfather and step-brothers who thought of me as their experiment. A mother who couldn't, wouldn't see what was happening. Lived from friend's house to friend's house for a while, until their parents caught on. Moved to a bigger city and lived by petty theft and shoplifting. I hated myself, and the only way to keep from killing myself was to do drugs so that I was living in a constant fog. Prostitution, anything to keep alive and get more drugs."

"About six months ago, I found a place run by a church that seemed to care. I got off the drugs, but they couldn't keep me there forever. I was trying to find a job when John found me. I thought maybe I could learn to drive a truck when he offered to teach me."

"Right. Teach me. Well..."

"Not too long after that is when you found me. I'm not a very nice person, Sven. I've never even seen a place as nice as this room. I've never had clothes like this before. Thank you for everything. The bed. The bath. The clothes. The meal."

I got up from the table, crossed over, and gave him a light peck on his cheek. "I think I'd better go now, Sven. Your secret is safe with me. Nobody would believe me if I told them, anyway."

 

[cgraven]

"So, at last the time is upon is. Strange that we two are here to see it. I take it that you plan for the two of us to travel together?"

"Yes Dominique. The two of us together again."

"How many lives has it been now?"

"I really can't remember now only that when I 1st met you I thought you where such a child and treated you so."

"I am so sorry for I would have loved to known the woman. But as you say soon there will be one."

"Let us hope that it shall not come down to the two of us."

"Your head is to pretty to take and mine well......I have grown attached to it over the centuries."

On an impulse I lean over and kiss Dominique. A dangerous or at least unperdicatble move. This was definitely not the best of times.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Sven

I listened to Andi, my heart ripping into as she poured her life out over the table between us. How I wanted to simply sweep her into my arms and hold her. Promise her that I would help her. Hold her as no one has helped her. Give her a heart...

I was numb as she rose, I started to slide my chair back, my mouth opened and shut in silence. The words of my heart somehow ensnared in the stunned silence of my throat. If only i had found her sooner, if only later...The Gathering upon me now. This was not something she should have to deal with. In truth I feared for, Andi; my own death had been so illusitory that I could hardly fear it myself. But to have her in the middle of my fate, would I not be more cruel than all those who tresspassed her before I? But how could I not...?

My scattered thoughts disturbed as she pecked me on the cheek, no finer gesture of gratittude had ever been granted me. Then I recognized her words as she turned towards the door, "I think I had better go now, Sven," her voice winged with hesitation, struggling to not be repressed. My hand flew out and grabbbed...

...Isabella's arm, just above the wrist. "Sven, I must go!" she demanded as I pulled her lips to mine. Her breats bound and lifted in her bodice, rubbed against my bare chest. I wrapped a miscreant arm around her bared shoulders and pulled her down. Keeping my lips locked upon hers, my fingers slid beneathe her hair, her pins and jewels scattering on the garden lawn as her locks unfolded and cascaded about my hand. I broke our kiss, just as she slapped me with the back of her hand. Her rubied ring catching and tearing at my cheek. She rolled over and broke into a run for the chateuax. How I had tried to save her from that house, yet she recoiled from me and bolted full run to her misbegotten fate. Poor girl had mistaken greed for kindness, and silvered tongued intrigue for poetic love. A tear rolled from my eye as I hurled the bottle of wine into the fountain's basin, rising and mounting my horse I felt that unmistakeable feeling. As I road away from the house the feeling passed, only the saddness of my failure remained clinging like a pall on my heart....

I opened my eyes, my mind racing across the pain of centuries, from The Sun's Versailles to a nameless bridal suite. I had reacted as I had so many times before. My heart had led my head. Worthless, wordless mouth locked upon Andi's lips. In the batle between heart and mind, my heart had once again won. My careless arm, slipping the smooth silk of the blouse from her shoulder. Reckless tongue, tempting its fate beyond her lips, swirling and exploring. Hungery, sheltering fingers caressing her thin neck, with hurried gentle strokes beneathe her hair.

The pink and gold chair crashed to the floor behind us as I stood, sweeping Andi's tortured legs in my arm as I rose. I kicked the door to the bedroom open and carried her in. I stopped, with her abused form hovering just over the lavish bed, "Andi," I whipsered as I broke our kiss, "Andi, I...I have no right to ask this...I have no right to even consider...But, Andi, please, stay with me. Let an ancient fool help you..." my voice choked in my throat as I gently laid her on the side of the bed. With tears wellign in my eyes I turned, "I am sorry, if you must go...I can get you to wherever home is. Forgive me, I..., you have just goten to me," I whispered, trying to choke back my tears. My mind coming back to supremacy, cutting down my fiery hearts need to reach out, trying desperately to quell my rising physical need. I could not take her. I could not burden her with myself. I tried desperately to argue with my heart. But I could not find the resolve to step away. I could not walk away, not when she still needed my aid and compassion. But niehter could I turn around to face her, despite the fact of her beauty was compelling me to do so. To turn and take her into my arms. To kiss away her past. To hold her forever. To shelter her from the world, that has grown old and oh so cold with me. To offer her that companionship that had been denied me, ...forever...

 

[caspai]

Dominique

As I feel the pressure of his lips on mine, a nearby door opens, and the faint sound of Christmas carols meets my ears...

I am sitting curled in one of his deep leather chairs. We are in the study, and there is a fire in the fireplace. The servants are playing cheerful Christmas tunes on the stereo. For some reason, he allows this freedom. They are an older couple, perhaps in their 40's. He has just given them their Christmas gifts. A bottle of vintage champagne, and a basket of gourmet delicacies. He has given me mine, as well. Flanel pajamas and an assortment of Christmas candies. One was a long, thick peppermint stick. The peppermint, I could have fun with.

I wait until the couple have gone to their quarters, and then I eye him with a gleam. Standing up, I begin to unwrap the peppermint as I walk toward him. He had risen when I stood, so I reach out a hand to push him back down. I begin to lick the candy slowly and sensually, running my tongue around the candy before pulling my tongue into my mouth with a cat's smile.

"Do you know how much fun peppermint can be? It causes tingles and prickles that are simply delicious. Did you know that?

I watch as his eyes follow my tongue, circling the candy once more. I begin to tease him a bit with it, sucking the stick deep into my mouth before pulling it out with a small pop, to continue running my tongue around the top of it. I smile as I see his eyes dialate, his breath becomeing just a bit more shallow.

Kneeling down in front of him, I unbuckle his belt and lower the zipper on his pants. His penis had already begun to respond to my wanton display, and I smiled again, leaning back to again run my tongue along the peppermint stick. This time, however, rather than return my tongue to my mouth, I lowered my head and ran my tongue around the head of his penis. I hear a sharp intake of breath as he feels the affect of the mint on his very sensitive skin.

I feel his hands at the back of my head, but resist his attempts to push my head further down his rapidly hardening flesh. Pulling back, I look directly into his eyes as my tongue again plays with the candy, and I repeat my earlier movement, loving his penis with my tongue, teasing and tormenting him with little licks and nips. Leaning just a little back, I pucker my lips, and slowly blow on where the candy rested, causing his hips to arch in reaction.

With a smile, I move my mouth down onto his penis, taking all of him into my mouth, feeling the curly hairs on his skin tickling my nose. I swollow as the head of his penis reaches the back of my mouth, causing yet another quick shift of his hips as he tried to get farther into me, fucking my mouth in reaction to the intense stimulation of the mint on his skin. I feel my own response to this play, a deep, warm, wet response in the very core of me. As his passion builds, mine does as well, and feeling my own orgasm about to overtake me, I reach to the sensitive skin between his cock and balls, and sharply pinch it, causing him to spurt into me, which in turn pushes me over the precipice of my own. Together we cum in a glorious explosion of sex and passion.

It was some time later, I had remained sitting on the floor between his legs, my head resting on his knee as I continued to lick on the candy. The fire had died down, and the room was almost completely dark. I begin to shivver.

"You silly child, why don't you go and put on the pajamas I bought for you. They should keep you warm."

I hear his voice, but can hardly believe the words. Had he called me a silly child? My eyes open wide, and I look down at my hands. I see that what I am holding, what was once a red and white stick, is now a very sharp white stake. Moving to my knees, I take it in both hands. Raising both arms, I drive it with unerring accuracy into his heart. I see a look of shock cross his face as I pull it back out. He slumps over, yet in but a few minutes, his eyes are opening again.

"I have never been silly, and it has been well over 530 years since anyone could, with any legitimacy, call me a child. I would thank you to remember that."

Looking down at the peppermint now with distaste, I toss it into the fireplace as I walk from the room, the sound of the door slamming behind me echoing through the large house.

"Remember the last time you called me a child, Michelle? It didn't work out so well ten years ago, and I don't think it will go over any better now. Perhaps you should more carefully choose your words."

 

[cgraven]

"You silly child, why don't you go and put on the pajamas I bought for you. They should keep you warm."

I watch as Dominique moves to her knees, that playful little smile of hers turning suddenly dark, the candy cane now held in both hands. Raising both arms, Dominique drives it with unerring accuracy into my heart.

Shock and disbelief as darkness surrounds me and I slip away in to that place where light beckons me to rest, then as so many times before I am snatched back to the realm of mortal man in searing pain and confusion.
.

"I have never been silly, and it has been well over 530 years since anyone could, with any legitimacy, call me a child. I would thank you to remember that."

Yes Dominique I remember the Joy of your Christmas Gift ten years a go. How the touch of your lips, the swirling of your tongue, and the warmth of your mouth brought such Joy to me. Then a teasing comment and your reaction my lovely, sexy, and unpredictable Dominique.

Yes I was callous to call you “A Silly Child” We have know each other way to long, even then, for me to think of you as a child.

I kiss Dominique delicate hand

“Ah you where so playful that night, such a temptress, as the eighteen year old beauty seducing the “Le Marquise”. “


“We have an appointment with destiny the time rapidly closes in on us where there will only be one. The pull to the gathering can not be denied.”


“You know I love this place."

" So we have a little time yet before the urge compels s to move on. Shall we spend it toghter in my rooms and hope for a happier ending this time Dominique?”

Rising I pay our bill and hold out my hand to Dominique inviting her to come with me.

 

[faith]

Mei Ling

Feeling the brush of his fingers, I need to remember sometimes and I am not ready to talk to him yet. There are so many secrets that I have kept from him over the years... I feel shame that I have done this and I don't know how to make it right....


There are perhaps some things I should tell you...

I could hear his voice but I couldn't understand what he was saying. His lips were moving I could see them but something was so very wrong with me... I knew that I had been dead. I KNEW this. Oh God. It comes at me in waves, this feeling. I am sick and afraid. Doubling over, I start to reach for Loa, I draw back... He ....frightens me. How can this be? I love him but he scares me. This wave that I feel is coming from him. It hits me over and over again and he is the cause... I don't know how I know this but I do.

He takes a step towards me...

"Stop... Please dear God ....Stop!"

This cry to heaven stops him in his tracks. Over and over he says the same thing.....

"Mei... child look at me.... take a deep breath... baby girl, you must stop fighting it"

It is the gentleness in his voice that first reaches me. Not the words just the soothing quality of his voice... I don't know how long I sat there before the words reached me...

Taking a deep breath, I let the feelings in, I accept them into my soul... The fear recedes... I no longer feel overwhelmed.... but I feel...

Raising my hand towards Lao, he steps towards me. It was as if I was ten all over again... he enfolded me in his arms and became my refuge....

Long into the night he talked... telling me stories. Telling me who he was... what I was...

I listened.

I learned.

Watching the lights of the city speed by, I am consumed with the knowledge... The time is upon us... I can no longer allow him to be my protector... For good or bad, I must stand alone... He must see me as his equal.... He will not die because of me... How do I tell him this... No I can not tell him I must show him....

 

[caspai]

Dominique

I look at the hand held out to me, and then up into the eyes of the man holding out the hand. His eyes are filled with such mischief and warmth that I yet again find that I am unable to resist him. Placing my hand in his, I stand up and allow him to place my wool coat over my shoulders, sliding my arms into the sleeves and hugging its warmth to me.

"Why is it only you that I am unable to say no to? No matter what we do to each other, you and I always end up together again. Have you ever stopped to count just how many times we have killed each other?"

I hear him chuckle as eyes swing toward us, and feel him put his hand under my elbow.

"You silly thing, you wish to not be called a child, and yet you do not guard your tongue." He whispers these things in my ear, and I shiver at the feel of his breath on my neck.

"What do I care of their opinions of me, Michelle? The only opinion that ever mattered to me was that of my chosen God, and he chose to reject what I offered to him." I could not keep a note of bitterness from entering my voice, but shook it off. "Enough of this talk, Michelle, if our time is indeed short, then what shall we do to enjoy ourselves? Should we take one last tour of this city you love so well, or should we make our way back to your beautiful home, and even more beautiful bed?"

Sliding my arms up around his neck, I raise up on the balls of my feet, rubbing my body against his as I do, and pulling his head down so that my lips meet his. I feel his arms wrap aroud me, pulling me even closer to him, his hardening cock telling me that I have managed to attract his attention. My open lips meet his, and our tongues dance together in a firey joining. I feel one of his hands grasping the back of my head, and he grinds his lips into mine, our teeth clicking together as we fight to get closer, and still closer. The taste of him is intoxicating to me, and I feel myself trying to push even closer to him, my body responding to his..

"Excuse me, sir..."

It is the voice of the waiter, holding out the check for our coffee, left forgotten on the table. As reality begins to regain its hold on me, I glare at the man, but Michelle only laughs, and takes the check.

"Dominique, darling, the poor man is right. This is not the place for such displays. Let the poor man live, and let us be on our way."

 

[jinnysub]

Andi

A kiss. How many months, years, has it been since I've been kissed? My senses reeled as his tongue tenderly, yet eagerly, sought mine. I've had mouths over mine, tongues inside my mouth, but they were there for someone else's need, not mine. No, no one has kissed me in many years. I know that I've never been kissed, truly kissed, as a woman, because now I now that a kiss is something that is shared. My tongue meets his, my lips find something in contact with his.

As he begins to slide my blouse over my shoulder, though, a shiver of revulsion passes through me. My body stiffens momentarily, remembering how many men have stripped my blouse, my clothes, expecting the hands to move further, roughly, on impulse of their need only.

My body relaxes, though, as it feels, it knows, this man is different. Rough hands, but tender, move back to my neck. Gently, he traces every cord, every vein. I can feel each fine hair as if it were charged with electricity. Feelings, stirrings that I have never felt like this with a man. My neck is on fire from his touch.

I hardly felt the swell of the muscles in his arm, the strength of his chest, as he swept me onto the bed as if I were a tiny child. And turned away from me, mumbling about "right" and "staying" and "home." Little made sense, but the way he said the word "home" made me realize that this man, different as he was, alien in so many ways, in his core was like me. His long life and my short one had one similarity. We both lacked a home.

"Home, Sven?" I whispered. "I don't have a home ... either."

I rose from the bed and encircled him with my arms, my cheek against the middle of his back. Tears flowing and soaking the fine material of his shirt, I clung to him with all my strength. Tugging him to the side of the bed, we sat down.

"Sven. Please. May I stay here tonight? With you? Beside you? Somehow, I feel like a very little girl who needs a parent's bed to slip into tonight. It's been so very long."

 

[cgraven]

"Dominique, darling, the poor man is right. This is not the place for such displays. Let the poor man live, and let us be on our way."


It was a short stroll from the café to my home on the Rue la Porte. A fire blazed on the heart and the living room reflected the mementos of several lifetimes. The great bow window over looked a small park and the St Lawrence.

Dominique had tossed off her coat as we entered her chocolate brown leather halter and miniskirt, stockined legs end in ankle boots and her vibrant body called to me. No she was no child and I could never think of her in that way again. She was gazing out the window as I encircled her within my arms, my body pressed close to her back. Her firm young body excited me as no other could.

I turned Dominique to face me and I kissed her claiming her mouth in a despart need to share in her passion again. Just the feel of her through our clothing excited me.

“This is a dangerous game we play Dominique for soon there will be only one.”

‘I know it will not be me.”….”I have no desire to take your head my dear, nor could I.”

“Your heart was taken from you as a youth.”…”In some ways I envy you that.”

“Will you lie with me one last time and remember better days?”

 

[Swashbuckler]

Sven

Andi's arms wound around my waist as I heard the soft rustle behind me on the bed. I felt the warmth of her cheek through the black silk of my shirt, felt the dampness of her tears. I heard the need and lonliness of her words, like the thundering of ancient wardrums in my ears.

I turned around, my face glistening with my own tears, as I took her face in both of my hands. "Andi," I began in a hesitant whisper, tenative with my own lonley existance welling up from deep within my throat, "Andi," I whispered again, falling to a knee to look her in the eye. "Andi, you can stay beside me for as long as you wish. For so long as I draw breath, I will do so for you," I silenced my whisper with another shared kiss. Our lips lightly touching, tongues flicking slowly, tasting, sharing. Lips parting then as I wrap my arms about her again, drawing us together in a great kiss of pent up passion and lonliness.

I kissed her as I had never kiss before. Kissed her as a kindred spirit, one who had been adrift in her own existence. Never knowing hope, only despair and pain of a world going wrong for all time. I wanted my arms to be a cloak of hope for her. My lips to press life back into hers. As I kissed her, holding her tight, I realized that for the first time in a thousand years I knew exactly what I needed and wanted. A reason to live for. Could I be that for her?

Andi's arms wrapped around my neck. Our lips locked and devouring one another. Our tears mingling on our pressed faces. My arms winding around her back. Seeking and feeling her skin beneathe her blouse. The soft courseness of the skirt over the roundness of her ass. The gentle sweep of her neck, her hair brushing over the tops of my fingers. The swell of her breasts crushed softly agaisnst my chest. My mind swimming with lust and desire. The leather of my pants, stetched and tight against my rising urgency.

I break our kiss and gently lay Andi's head down on the full softness of the feather pillow of the bed, "Andi," I say, my voice thick with desire and tenderness, "please...." I trail off, unable to find the words to communicate my own needs. "Please, stay with me, Andi. Stay with me, let me be your home, for so long as you will have me," I say my voice hoarse, my pale blue eyes full of hope against hope. Hoping that I have somehow shown her that I need her as much as she needs me. Hoping that Andi will have me. That she will stay.

 

[caspai]

Dominique

I feel the heat of him through the leather that barely covers me. My eyes darken in passion as I place my hands over his, forcing them more tightly onto me.

"No-one knows from one day to the next what will happen, Michelle, not even one of us."

Running my fingers gently up the side of his cheek, I touch the silk of his hair, and delve my fingers into that. Taking firm hold, I yank his head down to mine, grinding my lips into his, and forcing my tongue into his mouth to fence with his. As a tremendous amount of sexual energy begins to be generated, I bite down hard on his lip, feeling him pull back with a sharp oath.

"If I thought for one minute that, were it to come down to just the two of us, that you would just let me take your head, I would tie you and continually kill you until you were so tired of dying that you would give me a fair fight just to end the torment. The victory must be a true one, or it is meaningless. If your intention is to just let me take your head, forcing me yet again to face the isolation and lonliness of having no-one who understands me, truly understands me, then you should have let someone else kill you centuries ago."

Looking into his eyes, I see the passion and yes, the anger, welling up in him. Ah, good...

"Do you think that I am so weak that you must protect me? That the only way I could best you was if you let me win?"

Launching myself at him, I move to claw at his face, only to have his large, strong hands come down and hold my arms away from his face. He uses his superior strength to pull my hands down to my sides, and as I struggle against him, I feel my leather-covered breasts brush against his hard, strong chest. My breath catches in my throat, and another type of heat begins to boil in my veins. Surging against him, I try to lock my lips to his, but he holds me back. Struggling fiercely, I manage to wriggle out of his grasp, and push him with all my strength onto the couch. I am instantly on top of him, kissing, licking, tasting. Ripping open his shirt, I bend my head to lick his hard chest, curling my tonge around one of his flat nipples, sucking it as hard as I can. I feel his hands wrapping around my upper arms again, but this time, it is to hold me ever closer.

I move my legs so that I am stradling him, my very short skirt riding up so that it appears more a belt than a skirt. Lifting my arms, I untie the laces of the leather halter that are at my neck, and then move my hands down to untie the laces at my back. Throwing the top behind me, I lift my breasts and begin to play with them, teasing Michelle with the sight of my own hands pinching my nipples, making them stand out, hard and ready for his tongue. Lifting one of the breasts, I lean forward, offering it to his waiting mouth. I gasp as his teeth latch onto the nipple, arching my back in an effort to get more of my breast into his mouth.

I feel my flesh, where it is riding against his belt, swelling, becoming slick with desire, but I am too caught up in the sharp feeling of his teeth on the sensitive flesh of my nipple to do anything but grind mindlessly into him, feeling his own flesh, under his restricting clothing, swelling, thrusting against the cloth in an attempt to find its tight, wet home. My blood rushes through me, causing pulsing, throbbing feelings to engulf me. I throw back my head and moan loudly, my hands holding the back of his head, my hips thrusting. As Michelle sucks my breast more deeply into his mouth, I feel his hand beginning to cruelly pinch the other nipple, and I feel a series of small explosions set off inside of me, building to a firey crescendo. As I crest the largest wave of sensation, I scream out my pleasure.

Rather than being depleted by the intense orgasm, my energy seems to soar. Moving from Michelle so that I can remove his pants, I see a slight look of apprehension enter his eyes, thinking of the last encounter we had had on this very couch.

"If I were going to kill you, I would have done so before now, dear."

Grinning wickedly at him, I pull his pants down around his ankles after he shifts his hips to allow me to do so. Reaching up, I remove my now soaking wet panties, the tiniest little bit of silk and lace I have ever seen, and throw them in the general direction of the top. Then I climb down on top of him, again stradling him, and feel the passion-hardened flesh surge up into me. I gasp at the feel of his massive erection as it stretches me. Oh yes, it had been far too long since the two of us had shared our intense passions...

 

[cgraven]

Dominique was as wild as ever. My passions are not the civilized ones of this lifetime but of an older more basic time. Like Dominique I throw myself in to the act with no reserve. God I loved the taste of her so sweet and exotic.

"If I were going to kill you, I would have done so before now, dear."

Her nipple begging for teeth as well as lips and tongue, her moves bold and demanding, as all but her mini skirt are strewn on the floor. I am naked beneath Dominique as she straddles me.

I ripe the skirt from her body as she settles on to my shaft. My hands are upon her hips and I pull down on Dominique as I thrust up fully into her grinding and thrusting meeting her passion with my own. I draw her forward to again claim her nipple with my teeth. Mt nails rake Dominique’s back as my passion becomes a wild, wanton drive to bring her to climax. There is a torrid urgency to our drive to please each other and ourselves.

This was no gentle union but a wild joining of free spirits.

 

[Honey_B]

A note from your narrator....

The duties will now be passed on to Exosus, a wonderful friend and a fan of the film.

 

[Inkubus]

Eleazar

My heart dances as I see her. I can relate all to easily to mortals when I look into her eyes. For the first time I feel like there just isnt enough time... forever is not enough when you taste love. Ahh , but in truth I know forever is not mine to have, the gathering draws near, for all I care, and nothing within the power that flows through my veins can slow its coming. I would lament it all as a cruel trick of the fates, were it not that I would gladly suffer such pain, I would happily suffer the anguishes I have tasted a million times more..IF it meant that I could share my time , even for only moments with Delena.I subtly hide the basket behind my coat as I lean in and gently lift my love into my arms. I kiss her with a hunger that doesnt even hint at how long I have truly known her. As my lips unwillingly leave hers, I sigh"Hoang always used to say that the greatest sin is to keep a lady waiting, I will not beg forgiveness , I merely ask you allow me to seek atonement through catering to your every whim this evening..."

 

[Ldy Tehari]

Delena

OOC:
This thread has a lot of fun potential. But it is beyond my time and capability anymore to really keep up with the thread.
I am officially pulling out. I've enjoyed writing with everyone.
Inkubus, thank you so much for ~Everything~.
I'm sorry all, and hope you have a great time.

 

[Inkubus]

Eleazar

*****OOC*****




well on that note, I'll remove myself from the equation as well. I apoligize if this causes any problems.



Ink

 

[cgraven]

Michelle OOC:

With much regret I to must leave this very interesting and challenging thread. Real world concerns that are taking up more of my leisure time make this a necessity.