03-18-2017, 03:57 PM
Stillwater
He tried to ignore her. He did. Tried to ignore that kiss at his throat, the warmth of her tongue against his cool skin, as he walked them to shore, her throaty hum against his vulnerable flesh that wanted to mirror back at her from within him. He was the one to be at their throats, and it did something to him to be on the receiving end instead. Something that squeezed his lungs so he couldn't hold as much air, stirred the gray in his eyes to hungry life. It didn't help that he could nearly taste her blood, how hot and smooth it was in her current mood.
As soon as he lay her down, she was writhing and shifting, angling herself in such a wild and completely instinctive way. That nearly undid him, feeling her find her place without fully understanding what she was doing, what she was wanting. She had no idea, no experience, and studying her as she surrendered completely to her body, to him, was a potent dose of predatory thrill that sang to the man in him too.
He could feel the spirit in him pushing forward, trying to control it all as he nuzzled deep kisses into her throat, exactly where his jaws needed to be, ached to break into her skin and take from her. He struggled to push it back, and back, to make it heed to the man. In the end, he knew it would be a useless battle. Because he was not the man. The man was his guise, just a shell he was trapped inside of. So he tried to stop them, needed to stop them, and spoke her name in apology and regret.
She stilled. They were safe, she would be safe. But she tilted her head to him and growled, "Don't you dare," and he stared back in mild shock. He definitely wasn't expecting a fight. She'd always been so submissive thus far, so acquiescent to his requests, so sweetly compliant. For a moment, a brief moment, he darkened out of the beast again as she folded her ears to her pretty skull and demanded him, "Come here." He stared at her, suddenly feeling a little uncertain as sharp and dangerous alarms were going off all inside him. This was bad, so bad. She was going to push him too far, he just knew it. He needed to leave. Redirect them.
But those damn lips came at him, kissing and pinching at his mouth, his jaw, his face with such deliciously hungry little noises that reminded him how bad he wanted this. He could handle those. He could, even with his heartbeat soaring and his breathing gone so shallow. Up until she arched her hips against his, throwing a surprised groan from his throat. She had to have felt his need for her; this had gone so far, too far. She whimpered, both desperate and frustrated with his lack of action, and the predator began to force its way back to the front, called back to her readiness. The taste of her blood so close, just within reach. The perfect consistency.
She lifted again, pressed those sweet hips where her body told her they needed to be. "Stillwater," she said, and it sounded like a command, a weighted order to educate her on why she was suddenly feeling so empty and aching, on how to be whole again. And he could. He knew all the answers she was missing, would gladly show her if it wouldn't be the death of her. But it would, he would kill her. One last try, he had to stop them. He told her as much, that they had to stop, they'd regret it.
Her lips met his to quiet him, fine teeth tugging at his lip. God, and he could sense her blood, knew she was perfect. And he wanted it, and he wanted her. Now was the time to have it, now. Now. He closed his eyes over the vicious soul, his pulse beginning to slow as a guttural growl scraped from deep in his chest in anticipated pleasure. Her teeth still pinched at him, still nipped eagerly at his jaw and coaxed the murky gray eyes to open and hold her in place, the color of swirling shadows beneath dark water. She didn't hesitate, didn't know to fear those eyes that didn't belong to the man she thought he was.
She wiggled beneath him more, pushing back against him and unintentionally forcing him to retreat or else get more than she might expect. "We'll go home later. This, now." His chest rattled again, a dry and croaking scrape of claws against damp stone. This body was too small, too tight. He needed to split from it, break its bones and splinter free with the roll of armored muscle, take her to the deep and hear her scream; first pleasure, so much pleasure, then terror. But there, in the middle, the surprised and uncertain mix of both...
He needed to save her.
She wasn't going to survive this.
He was too powerful. Too weak.
He had the key to keeping her safe, to warding her in protection against him. The tinkling whispers in his mind knew it too. Say it. Just say it. Say the words. Say the words that would bind him so completely. So helplessly. The creature snarled in his chest, forcing them into silence and consumed this pathetic, black body with it's encompassing presence. It didn't like to talk, found speech so pointless. A waste.
Lusssterrr, it forced out anyway in a crooning hiss, far deeper than the voice she knew. But she loved him, didn't she? She would stay, his good girl. Stay and meet his eyes again. It wanted to see her, needed to see the fear take over her. She must feel the weight of his sharp stare, the directness of a predator on the hunt that made them freeze in place, enthrall them.
Even still, his lips pressed sweetly to her back, her shoulder, as he settled his body precisely where she craved it with a cruel taunt, a dark promise. His mouth hovered over her where he would sink his teeth in and steal her pure blood, savor that perfect drug in the sweet moments it changed and altered into something different as he stole from her and claimed her virginity too, roll it slowly over his tongue as it thickened with the taint of him.
He lurched backwards a few inches with a sharp grunt as though kicked, his face flashing into panic that didn't belong to him for only a split second. Run, he mouthed soundlessly with wide eyes, not strong enough to force a voice out with the impossible pressure shoving down on him. But he couldn't think clearly to say the right words, it wasn't the right words. And with only a flicker of change before he was returned again, she was on her own.
His head tilted languidly right then left as though working out tension in his neck. Then he smiled slowly, a perfect curve on an angle's face as he leaned forward again.
Now, where were we.
As soon as he lay her down, she was writhing and shifting, angling herself in such a wild and completely instinctive way. That nearly undid him, feeling her find her place without fully understanding what she was doing, what she was wanting. She had no idea, no experience, and studying her as she surrendered completely to her body, to him, was a potent dose of predatory thrill that sang to the man in him too.
He could feel the spirit in him pushing forward, trying to control it all as he nuzzled deep kisses into her throat, exactly where his jaws needed to be, ached to break into her skin and take from her. He struggled to push it back, and back, to make it heed to the man. In the end, he knew it would be a useless battle. Because he was not the man. The man was his guise, just a shell he was trapped inside of. So he tried to stop them, needed to stop them, and spoke her name in apology and regret.
She stilled. They were safe, she would be safe. But she tilted her head to him and growled, "Don't you dare," and he stared back in mild shock. He definitely wasn't expecting a fight. She'd always been so submissive thus far, so acquiescent to his requests, so sweetly compliant. For a moment, a brief moment, he darkened out of the beast again as she folded her ears to her pretty skull and demanded him, "Come here." He stared at her, suddenly feeling a little uncertain as sharp and dangerous alarms were going off all inside him. This was bad, so bad. She was going to push him too far, he just knew it. He needed to leave. Redirect them.
But those damn lips came at him, kissing and pinching at his mouth, his jaw, his face with such deliciously hungry little noises that reminded him how bad he wanted this. He could handle those. He could, even with his heartbeat soaring and his breathing gone so shallow. Up until she arched her hips against his, throwing a surprised groan from his throat. She had to have felt his need for her; this had gone so far, too far. She whimpered, both desperate and frustrated with his lack of action, and the predator began to force its way back to the front, called back to her readiness. The taste of her blood so close, just within reach. The perfect consistency.
She lifted again, pressed those sweet hips where her body told her they needed to be. "Stillwater," she said, and it sounded like a command, a weighted order to educate her on why she was suddenly feeling so empty and aching, on how to be whole again. And he could. He knew all the answers she was missing, would gladly show her if it wouldn't be the death of her. But it would, he would kill her. One last try, he had to stop them. He told her as much, that they had to stop, they'd regret it.
Her lips met his to quiet him, fine teeth tugging at his lip. God, and he could sense her blood, knew she was perfect. And he wanted it, and he wanted her. Now was the time to have it, now. Now. He closed his eyes over the vicious soul, his pulse beginning to slow as a guttural growl scraped from deep in his chest in anticipated pleasure. Her teeth still pinched at him, still nipped eagerly at his jaw and coaxed the murky gray eyes to open and hold her in place, the color of swirling shadows beneath dark water. She didn't hesitate, didn't know to fear those eyes that didn't belong to the man she thought he was.
She wiggled beneath him more, pushing back against him and unintentionally forcing him to retreat or else get more than she might expect. "We'll go home later. This, now." His chest rattled again, a dry and croaking scrape of claws against damp stone. This body was too small, too tight. He needed to split from it, break its bones and splinter free with the roll of armored muscle, take her to the deep and hear her scream; first pleasure, so much pleasure, then terror. But there, in the middle, the surprised and uncertain mix of both...
He needed to save her.
She wasn't going to survive this.
He was too powerful. Too weak.
He had the key to keeping her safe, to warding her in protection against him. The tinkling whispers in his mind knew it too. Say it. Just say it. Say the words. Say the words that would bind him so completely. So helplessly. The creature snarled in his chest, forcing them into silence and consumed this pathetic, black body with it's encompassing presence. It didn't like to talk, found speech so pointless. A waste.
Lusssterrr, it forced out anyway in a crooning hiss, far deeper than the voice she knew. But she loved him, didn't she? She would stay, his good girl. Stay and meet his eyes again. It wanted to see her, needed to see the fear take over her. She must feel the weight of his sharp stare, the directness of a predator on the hunt that made them freeze in place, enthrall them.
Even still, his lips pressed sweetly to her back, her shoulder, as he settled his body precisely where she craved it with a cruel taunt, a dark promise. His mouth hovered over her where he would sink his teeth in and steal her pure blood, savor that perfect drug in the sweet moments it changed and altered into something different as he stole from her and claimed her virginity too, roll it slowly over his tongue as it thickened with the taint of him.
He lurched backwards a few inches with a sharp grunt as though kicked, his face flashing into panic that didn't belong to him for only a split second. Run, he mouthed soundlessly with wide eyes, not strong enough to force a voice out with the impossible pressure shoving down on him. But he couldn't think clearly to say the right words, it wasn't the right words. And with only a flicker of change before he was returned again, she was on her own.
His head tilted languidly right then left as though working out tension in his neck. Then he smiled slowly, a perfect curve on an angle's face as he leaned forward again.
Now, where were we.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it