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Post by Devon Soulstrick on Sept 26, 2011 22:02:37 GMT -5
All thoughts of Tristan had moved to the back of his mind. The last conscious thought he had of the vampire was that he was going to replace scent that smelled even vaguely like Tristan on Harmony with his own scent. Tristan hadn’t left much of his scent on her since he didn’t touch humans. Tristan was even more prejudice than Devon in some ways. But whatever was there, would be gone after tonight. Devon would make sure of that. He wanted his scent to be the only one that was paired with Harmony’s. “Oh, I will do a lot more than spank you, Miss Ferguson.” His hand ran over the outside of her jeans and patted her bottom for emphasis. He could be a little rough with her, she wasn’t that breakable. And he was fairly certain she liked it most of the time.
The thick red liquid in his mouth filled his mind completely. Sometimes it was like Devon wasn’t himself anymore, or more accurately, Devon was who he really was when he was feeding. Devon could tune his desires down as long as he wasn’t feeding. But he was addicted to blood and with it came sex and violence. When he wasn’t with Harmony, the both of them happened together. But with Harmony, the violence was definitely toned down. As her body reacted to his bite and the process of drawing blood out of her, Devon held onto her and stood up, lifting Harmony as he stood.
Holding onto her with one hand, his other slipped up her shirt. His two favorite places to feed from were the neck and the inner thigh. But seeing as she had just minutes before grabbed his wrist in what he assumed was an attempt to not take her pants off, the neck was where he was drinking from. He set her on the counter just so he could reach her better and slipped her shirt off, looking appreciatively at her body. She might want to keep her pants on but he was going to be taking something off of her. Devon could be highly impatient and he felt like he’d waited too long to see her again, and he wanted to see as much of her as she’d let him. He was well aware that if he wanted to, he could have her walking around the castle without clothes, but he did try to let her decide some things. Like whether or not to keep her pants on at this moment. He returned his lips to the fang marks in her neck and continued to draw blood from her.
It was a bit hard to control himself from going against what he thought he’d interpreted earlier as not wanting to lose her pants in a kitchen and taking her right there. As far as Devon was concerned, the physical pleasures of sex went very well with satisfying his thirst for blood. But he also didn’t like to force himself on Harmony, though he had done so several times during the first few years just because that was how he fed. It was between sex or killing her and at that point he would have hated to kill something he had just bought. Things were different now. He didn’t see Harmony as his equal really, but she was the closest thing he had to loving someone, though he froze up every time the word love was said out loud. It wasn’t that he was afraid of the word itself, or commitment for that matter, for God’s sake he was married. What he didn’t like was not knowing how saying it would affect them. He had used the word several times to people he didn’t care about, humans who he would end up killing after a fun meal. But Harmony was different. For one, she was his blood slave. He assumed she would expect that things would change for her if he said them and he knew they wouldn’t. He would still have to be harsh with her at times. It already was hard enough for him knowing that he would have to punish her even though he cared about her more than anyone else.
He pulled his lips from her neck and held his hand to it to help stop the bleeding. Devon pressed his lips, slightly bloody from drinking, to Harmony’s. “It’s a shame you stopped me from removing your pants earlier…” He looked down at her legs with a frown. All sorts of turned on and only partially satisfied. “Don’t you want me to make sure I remember every inch of you correctly?” His voice came out soft and seductive, his lips placed next to her ear. He removed his hand from her neck and began drinking again, slower this time. |
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Post by Harmony Ferguson on Sept 27, 2011 12:39:29 GMT -5
She grinned up at him as his hand ran along her leg to her round bottom. She let out a very soft, girlish giggle when his hand patted her ample bottom and she smirked softly, running her hand up and down his chest slowly. She didn't mind a little rough housing. She wasn't some sort of China doll after all. He did a lot more worse things to her and she had been through a lot since her parents death. She found the occasional roughness sexy and arousing actually. That's not to say she didn't want a little tenderness in her sex life either. Devon always seemed to be very good at gauging her sexual moods and adapting to that mood quickly. He knew her so well. He knew when she was feeling playful or when she just wanted a little tenderness or when she wanted to be completely and utterly abused. He was good at gauging Harmony.
She felt herself being lifted off the ground, bare feet dangling next to his legs. She shivered as his hand snuck under her shirt, giggling a little as he set her on the counter. She grinned softly at him as he peeled the clingy tee-shirt away from her, revealing milky white skin and the simple white cotton bra she was wearing under it. It wasn't anything fancy. Just a white cotton bra. She usually only wore them when she knew that she wouldn't be with Devon that day or night. He usually made her wear sexy, frilly stuff. Not that she didn't mind. She loved lace when it came to her underwear, but a lot of those sorts of sexy underwear were kind of uncomfortable. She smiled at him sheepishly as she looked up from the bra that contained her ample bosom. "Sorry. I wasn't expecting you tonight, or I would have put something lacy on for you." She smiled softly, meeting his gaze as his fingers brushed over her milky skin and then his eyes ran over her.
She was starting to think it would be best to move their activities up to her bedroom. As much as the idea of being sexed up in the kitchen appealed to her at the moment, she wanted to be with him alone. No interruptions. No one but the two of them. And kitchen sex was bound to be interrupted by someone who wanted to raid the blood fridge or just the regular fridge. She wanted to refamiliarize herself with every inch of him from head to toe. The kitchen just would not suite for that.
She shivered and let out a little whimper as he pulled away from her neck and laid a hand over the bleeding wound. She smiled to him, letting out a soft moan for him when his lips pressed to her yielding lips. She tasted her blood on his lips, metallic and harsh as he parted from her and his gaze ran down to her jeans. She smirked and looked back up to him with intense blue eyes. She shivered as his warm breath brushed over her neck and ear softly, fingers dug into his shirt softly clutching at the fabric. That seductive, smokey tone he took on when he was in such a mood always sent chills up her spine, making her shiver as goosebumps ran over her soft flesh. "Well of -" She broke off as his seductive tone quieted and he continued to feed. "Of c-coarse I... I ... do." She whimpered and shifted under his ministrations, clutching at his shirt even more tightly. "I just... want you to," she let out a soft little whimper, " do it in a more private place." She shivered and her eyes widened a little as she took pleasure from his drinking her in. "Like our bedroom." She managed to get the words out. She wasn't quite sure if he would hear them though. She knew how he got when it came to drinking.
He had a one track mind when he drank. Sex and violence. She knew that. She knew he tried to be a lot more careful about the violence aspect when he drank from her though, and he had no idea how much she appreciated. His violent side scared her all the time. She didn't want to associate that fear with something as beautiful as their love life. |
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Post by Devon Soulstrick on Sept 27, 2011 21:50:19 GMT -5
Even in just a simple white bra she was stunning. Lacey little bits of lingerie were fun he would admit, but she looked just as beautiful in cotton as in lace. Usually it all just ended up thrown onto the floor anyway… or covered in blood. Or both. If they were messed up he just bought more for her. It wasn’t like her lingerie selection was lacking anyway. Devon found himself buying a lot of it since he didn’t allow her out of the castle, especially not without him. So if he wanted to see her in something, he had to buy it. That didn’t bother him much though; he liked buying her things. He really liked buying her things that he would be able to see her in later. A few things he had gotten in Paris were meant to fit Harmony, but were mostly just for his pleasure, though he was pretty sure she didn’t mind wearing them for him.
“Don’t worry about it,” he smiled and placed a kiss to the other side of her neck. “You can wear lots of lacey things later.” Devon definitely wasn’t lying about that. He would have her try every single thing he bought on if for no other reason than to see her in them. The hand not holding onto her bite mark caressed up and down her side from the bottom of the bra to the top of her jeans. His fingers began to rememorize the curves of her body, as if it were possible for him to have forgotten. There was no way he would have been able to forget any piece of Harmony, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop touching her either. In any case, she was his so it wasn’t as though he really needed to stop touching her. He could do whatever he wanted, though he held back on several occasions just because he didn’t like how guilty he felt after pushing her.
As he drank from her again, he barely heard her say something about taking it up to their room. He groaned but stopped his feeding. He licked the dripping blood from her neck and placed his hand back over the wounds so he could look at her. In a lot of physical ways they were alike. Both had blonde hair, both had blue eyes. At this particularly moment, Devon’s were unintentionally icy. He hated to stop feeding, but he also knew that if he fed anymore, he’d probably have her clothes in shreds on the floor of the kitchen.
Instead he kept one hand on the side of her neck and put the other one behind her back, pulling her as close to the edge without falling off as possible so that their bodies were pressed against each other. It took him a minute to control himself before he could say anything. When he did his voice came out slow and soft. “I’m not a fan of stopping.” Why she was so modest tonight he didn’t know. He didn’t think anyone would come in to a kitchen at this time. Maybe a servant. But Devon also wasn’t a modest sort of guy. He didn’t care if he had an audience watching him feed or playing with someone’s body. And usually servants knew their place and might be thrown off for a minute but would otherwise ignore the action. Not that he’d had sex with a human in this kitchen, but he’d certainly had sex in kitchens before. And other rooms that weren’t exactly meant for that kind of fun.
His hand moved from her back to the front of her jeans and undid the button. At this point he was just playing with her. Devon had no intention of making her do anything she didn’t want to do, but he was going to make her worry about it a bit for suggesting they move upstairs. The counter height worked well with his own height and one small movement from the female would show her just how unsatisfied he was with the turn of events. Devon had wanted her right then and right there, but now he was just going to settle himself in to teasing her a little. His hands moved from her jeans and neck to her legs and pulled her to him a little harder than was probably necessary, wrapping her still clothed legs around his waist. He moved his lips back to her neck, but just drank from the dripping blood on her skin. “I don’t think you realize how badly I want you right now, Harmony.” Devon’s hands moved back to her sides, his thumbs resting on either side of her just below the strap of her bra. “It’s really unfair…” |
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Post by Harmony Ferguson on Sept 27, 2011 23:55:10 GMT -5
She chuckled softly and glanced down to the simple underwear once more. The key necklace was settled between her breasts softly. She looked back up to him with a grin. For a man he was surprisingly good at finding sexy yet comfortable underwear. And her entire panties collection did not consist of nothing but thongs either. Devon had good taste in underwear. She could definitely appreciate that about him since he was the one who always bought her underwear for her.
She began to grow a little nervous as he told her how he felt about stopping. She knew exactly how he felt about stopping. Which made her anxious. She wasn't exactly asking him to stop was she? She shifted, studying him with a nervous smile. "I'm not asking you to stop. " She murmurs softly, reaching a hand up to rest over his chest, softly stroking up and down the well muscled chest softly. "Only for you to take a pause. " She smiled nervously at him. "You can undress me the rest of the way on our way up to the bedroom." She grinned, trying to be a little playful for him as she shifted there on the counter, partially naked from his questing hands.
She let out a little whimper as his hand slipped down and undid the button and zipper to her jeans, making her quake in anticipation. Blue eyes rose to meet his, finding them that chilling ice blue that usually came with his feedings. She knew he would do what he bloody well wanted with her if he wanted it bad enough. He did it before. It was all a part of being a slave. You were expected to do what you were told and if you said no, then they would make you suffer through it. She didn't want him to do that. Not when they haven't been together in well over a month.
"Please, Devon." She murmured softly as she stroked his cheek tenderly. "I haven't seen you in so long. This'll be our first time in over a month. " She smiled warmly, relaxing as his hand stilled on her. "I just wanted it to be in our bedroom. In our bed. " She murmured softly, stroking her hand over his cheek and into his hair softly. She was being honest. It was the first time since Eden took him away from Harmony that they would be together. Harmony didn't want to do that in the kitchen. She wanted him to come up to the bedroom with her. She smiled faintly, blue eyes studying him thoughtfully as her fingers stroked through his hair tenderly. Harmony didn't mind a little variety, and though they had never made love in the kitchen before, she would be willing to try it out any other night. She didn't know why they didn't think of it sooner actually, but not tonight. Tonight she wanted something a little more familiar to them. Their bed. Maybe afterwards they could spice it up and they could have a little fun in the shower, but right then, she just wanted to feel the sheets under them as he covered her with his body.
She let out a soft little gasp as he took her legs and roughly pulled her hips towards her. She looked up to him and blushed a little at the gesture, grinning when she felt the very tell tale bulge that pressed against her. She shivered a little as he drank at the free-flowing blood. "I realize more than you give me credit for." She murmured softly, shivering softly as his hand stroked along her sides and rested under her bra.
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Post by Devon Soulstrick on Sept 28, 2011 23:02:57 GMT -5
Devon let out a frustrated sigh. He really didn’t care where the hell they were as long as they were both naked. He didn’t want to wait to get to their room before he saw every inch of her body again. As it was he was resisting the urge to undo her bra and pull her pants down. The vampire had his needs and one of them was sitting right in front of him on a counter. His jeans were getting just a bit too tight for comfort in one particular region. He truly did not understand why she didn’t want to have a little fun in the kitchen, but he wasn’t going to force her. He might pretend like he was going to, just because it was in his nature to show where he stood in comparison to others. Years ago he would have forced her, and in all honesty if he wanted it bad enough he’d probably force her again, though he’d feel guilty afterward. It was just the way it was supposed to be. He was supposed to be in charge. It made him feel weak to have a human telling him what to do or even making requests of him, though he allowed Harmony to do the latter.
One of his eyebrows arched as he listened to her. A pause. Stop until they got to their room. With her legs wrapped around him he couldn’t think of much else than taking her right there. If it were anyone other than Harmony he wouldn’t have even thought about it. If this were anyone other than this woman he would be undressed and exploring the body by now. Instead he was considering the options of having her here and her maybe being a bit angry at him later, or granting her wish for them to continue this in their room.
He could do either, really though he did prefer to just go at it wherever he was. He wasn’t too picky about the location of the sex as long as it was happening when he wanted it to. But he wasn’t in the mood to put up with a grumpy Harmony, so after another pull on her hips to press against him, he gave her back the shirt and buttoned and re-zipped her jeans so they wouldn’t fall off of her. “We’re going to hurry to the bedroom.” His hands moved to her thighs before he picked her up, her legs hanging over one of his arms while her back rested against his other arm and strode briskly out of the kitchen, not caring if they left a little blood for one of the servants to clean up. |
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