RPG Harlequin,Raiha and a cask of amontillado

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]What do you think I am? A prude? ...have you ever had the breath sucked out of your throat?
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[i]She spat at him and turned to go. He caught her by the hand and she melted into his arms...surprisingly enough. He brushed her hair to one side and she demured. He chuckled and ran his nails over her back.[/i]

Ilmiwyrth: ...delightful really.

Lifé: You bastard....

Ilmiwyrth: You know you like it.

Lifé: And that's the problem...[/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[color=indigo][font=gothic]OOC: A couple of times actually. And out of my nose once...but that was kind of weird.

IC: Ilmiwyrth: You know it's not a problem.

Lifé: And that's even worse.

[I]His hand firmed its hold over her lower back, though he didn't angle his nails out of his flesh. He drew her closer to him, and closed his mouth over hers this time. Softer, and with a lot more aquiesence on both sides, but far more insistantly. His other hand came up and ran softly down her face, down her neck, where it paused and softly massaged the front of her throat. She shivered slightly, and he allowed himself a short laugh between spent breaths.[/font][/color][/I]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Nose.....eeeh...I have problems with mine, can't even breathe out of it anyways, which is why my voice becomes so breathy during sex. Which...some guys like.
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[i]She releaxed her body against his, feeling the contours of his muscles beneath pale skin. He tasted her lips, finding a flavor that could've been cinamon, and sensing a touch of moonflower nectar. Her hands snaked around his face, and she massaged his temples with her fingernails.

He paused and drew back slowly. She smiled at him, showing her fangs.[/i]

Ilmiwyrth: ......going to bite me?

Lifé: .....I .....[/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[color=indigo][font=gothic]OOC: Yeah, I can never breathe much out of mine either. Which makes excerise difficult... Technically, you should be either making noises loud enough that breathy is impossible, or quiet enough that it's not relevant...

IC: [I]Ilmiwyrth smiled at her, and drew her head to his neck. His mouth brushed her ear, his words brushed her mind.[/I]

Ilmiwyrth: Go ahead.

[I]She brushed the soft skin of his neck a moment, before digging her fangs in deeper. He shuddered in her arms, but she could tell it was rapture, not pain. He could feel her mouth in incredible detail, moulding itself to his skin, even as he felt his own blood flow. He'd had quite a long affair with a vampyre a few centuries back...that was nothing compared to this. Every sensation increased manyfold until he could almost feel the rough parts of her teeth catch on his skin as he shivered.[/font][/color][/I]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Her hands dug into his neck and he gasped.....his blood was different....almost like drider blood, but that was impossible.... She pulled away after a short time, drinking only enough to make him reasonably light headed. She tongued the wound, and her saliva quickly healed it over. Ilmiwyrth swayed slightly and she held him up.

Lifé smiled and wiped her mouth with her fingertips.[/i]

Ilmiwyrth: When did you start drinking blood?

Lifé: After my affair with a werewolf.

[i]She smiled at him and put her bloodstained hand to his lips... [/i][/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo][I]He smiled back, not particularly concerned, and licked the bloody off her fingers, obviously savouring it.[/I]

Ilmiwyrth: Not the first time I've been infecting with lycanthropy. Last time it was the wemics though. It doesn't seem to carry on after I die and reform my body though, so I haven't had to worry about it being permanent.

[I]He left off the anecdotes and moved his head down to her neck, not breaking the skin, but making sure she felt it. His hand dropped onto her lower back, pulling her towards him, while his other hand crossed to her throat, holding her in place while his tongue traced around his fingers, stark contrast to his harsh grip.[/font][/color][/I]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She struggled under his grip.....then gasped as he shoved her against the tree. She dug her nails in and he laughed. When her fingers were clean, he slowly released her. Once free, she tore off his shirt and raked her claws down his front...not enough to draw blood, although it was certainly possible.

He winced and she removed her skirt and pressed her unclad body against his....tracing the outline of his ear with her talon.[/i]

Ilmiwyrth: You....are so...

Lifé: Awe inspiring?[/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]Ilmiwyrth: Why don't you give me a reason to agree with that?

[I]Ilmiwyrth pulled her against him again, relishing her skin against his. Surely before he'd felt something this good, a sensation that left him tingling like this, as if every nerve was on the edge of rapture without any stimulation other than contact. That was all it took. Her body ignited his mind with a cresting firestorm of passion, and he was ravaging her before he knew his hands and teeth had moved.[/font][/color][/I]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She snarled and rippled her spine. He drew his nails down her back, stopping just short of her behind, then circled around and paused at the place just below her navel.

She looked over her shoulder, eyes half closed, face blushing with color. He smiled and dug his nails into her neck/shoulder muscles. She screamed and clutched him desperately, uncaring who would hear....only desiring a way to break free. He didn't let go, instead, dug deeper, his teeth on her throat...mind pressing down against hers.

"You're going to die tonight."

She screamed in response, mind shoving back with equal force, touching pleasure center to pleasure center...fighting with every ounce of resolve.[/i][/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo][I]She writhed against him, torturous ecstasy overloading as his fingers and teeth drew blood and screams, before those screams were asphyxiated with harsh grips and a strong tongue. Lifé's hands were caught up in a painful grip, and forced behind her, Ilmiwyrth using a single hand to keep her pinned and more importantly, pliable. Whether she moved not would not be irrelevant soon enough, in a very short while, it would be unavoidable.

More than once, his hands came back soaked in blood to the bottom knuckles, love and life fluid a beautiful mix on his slender hands. Far sweeter than the blood he had tasted earlier. Far more potent, more effective at whipping him into a physical and mental frenzy. It was release in so many ways. Her blood flowed from her, leaving behind only pleasure on both sides, though in one case in the form of severe agony. Ilmiwyrth's fingers twisted, elicting yet another scream, before he withdrew them, smiling at her and cleaning them off slightly with his tongue before forcing her to perform the service, then moving his body closer to hers. [/font][/color][/I]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue][i]She cried out and moaned, and struggled a great deal, and he did very little to muffle the screams. He chuckled, then turned until she was almost twisted in the opposite direction, back to him. She growled, then hooked her toes around his ankle, bringing them crashing to the ground. Before he could react, she rolled on top of him and used the strength she hadn't called up in days...holding him down, snaking her tongue across his throat, up to his chin, then down into his mouth. She purred at his moan and slid her lower torso down.

Then lovingly ground herself against him, forcing the moan to become considerably louder. She smiled sarcastically and shoved him into her body. He gasped for air, not only was she physically on top of him, her mind was curling around his own....tantalizing, teasing in every way possible.

It wasn't fair.[/i][/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo][I]He ached to possess her, to quell her fight and take her for his own. To ravage her body and mind, and leave her a quivering mass, receptive to every move he made, a reception born of pleasure, pain and fear. His thoughts must have shown in his eyes, because her cruel smile intensified, coupled with her motions, and she slapped him, hard. The blow was a surprise, more than painful, but he enjoyed it anyway. Still, there was a principle involved.

And when she struck at him again, he caught her wrist and twisted, his other hand grabbing her throat, thumb over one artery, and pulled her down. The hand that held her wrist snaked over her back, effectively holding her arm and body in place, while the hand over her throat numbed resistance. He replaced the hand on her throat with her tongue, careful not to sever the skin and feel the solid pump of blood into the very back of his throat, though it was certainly tempting, and ran his now free hand over her back, pulling her onto him, and at last taking her fully.[/font][/color][/I]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She cried out for him to hurry up and take her already. He laughed and backhanded her in response. She nearly whimpered, but caught herself and let the blood trickle from her mouth. He licked at it, never stoping the swift harsh movements that shoved her body into the ground....driving her out of her sanity and into another plane of being.

Ilmiwryth laughed at Lifé's discomfort, kissing her bleeding face, clutching her...telling her there was no escape. She moaned to herself, and closed her eyes, letting her diamond-like lashes close around her fast blurring vision. White light assailing her body...

Being pressed down.[/i][/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo][I]Lifé's mouth closed, her teeth gritted in either pain or pleasure. Ilmiwyrth stiffened his fore and index fingers, and jabbed downwards. As soon as her was inside her, he spread his fingers. As her mouth opened, the harsh, low moan she sought to keep from him escaped, ripped out of her through his swift, violent motions.

Her moans, unable to sustain her desperate need for breath, trailed into quick, frantic moans, as he slapped her, jarring her jaw to the point where her semi-dazed mind was certain it was broken. As he slammed that same hand into her bottom left ribs, and the sharp crack pierced through the other sounds with a clarity that surprised them both, echoed with her even sharp scream, she knew her jaw was, for the moment, merely bruised. He laughed at her again, and reached down with both arms, grabbing both her ankles and throwing them until they were near her head, leaving her both open and defenseless to repeated assults, of all kinds.[/font][/color][/I]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Lifé reached out, grabbing the air helplessly. Smirking at her discomfort and agony, he kissed her beneath the navel and tongued her slowly. He put his hands to hers, digging the nails down. She nearly fainted, but pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth and focused her thoughts.[/i]

Ilmiwyrth: ...this is going to hurt.

Lifé: ...so...hurr-

[i]He cut her off swiftly, shoving into her and twisting roughly. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the life being choked out of her....knees being shoved down and back. Cruelty personified....but she needed it more than she liked to admit.[/i][/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo][I]The light in her eyes, so similar to the light that appeared just before death, was a spark to Ilmiwyrth. A spark the inspired further pain. A spark that told him everything he was doing was right. A spark that told him what he did to her now would remain with her....But whether as a fond memory or as a scar was yet to be seen...

The sheer number of ways he could scar her appealed to him. He raised his hand and slashed downwards, hard, without stopping his other motions. His nails opened a thin, but deep, cut. It started at her right shoulder, went down over the top of her right breast, and terminated on the left side of her stomach. He traced the cut with his tongue, letting the blood arouse him even further.[/font][/color][/I]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Finally, her struggly proved fruitful, she freed both her arms....and instantly locked them one his neck. The other was employed tracing a very similar line down his back, starting at the top of his spine, down to where it ended....at the coccyx. He arched his back and gritted his teeth.[/i]

Lifé: ....nice try.

Ilmiwyrth: You think you're stronger than me?

Lifé: ...I can be killed, and come back. What do you think?

[i]He was about to respond with something smart****d, when she threw her arms around his neck, ground her hips into his, and kissed him.....generally at the same time.[/i][/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo][I]Ilmiwyrth was quite willing to be distracted. He kissed her back, softer than she most likely wanted, but she wasn't putting a lot of effort in either. Still, he wasn't complaining. At the moment, attaining breath was far more important. They were joined in more ways than merely tongues anyway. And that joining was taking quite a bit of Ilmiwyrth's attention at the moment... Enough so that when she tightened her grip on his neck, he was in no position to object. The lack of initial struggle, combined with the sudden lack of oxygen when there was a more than ample need for it, robbed the strength from his limbs. However, she had to deal with his weight bearing down on her. She seemed more than willing to deal with it though. He freed his mouth from her quasi-insistant grip and gasped for air, throwing her arm off. As he looked into her eyes, he recognised her action as provocation, a way of inspiring further pain from him. He was more than willing to oblige.[/font][/color][/I]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]His backhand knocked her back into the ground...ground that had become soft and forgiving with her touch. And the addition of her blood, and other bodily fluids soon yielded both a smooth mat of moss, and several trailing vines around their immediate area. She leaned back and let him hurt her....it seemed to be what he did best. Besides make her feel ecstasy beyond all reason.

He ripped a line across her ribs, and put his lips to the pooling blood. She purred deep in her throat, sliding her legs across his body, digging her heels into the small of his back. He smirked and kissed her, filling her mouth with blood.[/i][/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo][I]He poured her own life, ironic, into her mouth, leaving her choking at the rank taste, and the sheer volume he inflicted upon her. He smiled again, though it was a little dazed with the pleasure adn pain he inflicted and received, and grabbed her ankles, pulling her bent knees away from her, forcing her into a far more...constricting....position. Forcing them both to feel what he did to her with far greater clarity. He absently wondered just how much punishment her pelvis could take...He'd already cracked a rib. A few more bones certainly wouldn't be too much more effort.

He decided to leave off the bludgeoning, and reconcentrate on the piercing, opening up three lighter, but quick, wounds in her stomach. As she gasped, he reared up, stiffening his thumbs. He plunged downwards, sinking them nearly an inch into her shoulder cavities. She gave a ear-shattering shriek, and collapsed back, whether unconscious or tranced was unknown.[/font][/color][/I]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Her eyelids flickered. She could feel the ground healing her softly.....but he didn't know, and he wouldn't have to. As long as she was down and unable to respond, .....what did he have to know. He chose the oppertunity to lie down next to her, his arms around her naked torso. She was very still....but still breathing shallowly..from what he could tell. He put a hand on her chest, and was about to caress her body, when she snapped her eyes open and grabbed his wrist. Hard.

He felt something crack under her grip and winced. She demured and locked her legs around his back.[/i][/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo][I]Ilmiwyrth gritted his teeth, thankfully she was interested in things other than those involving his mouth. He found himself crushed against her, and wasn't objecting. He twisted his broken wrist sharply, cutting skin open with bone. She watched in fascination as he grimly wrenched, the bone protruding out of the skin. She gasped, and he smiled slowly at her, before running it down her face.

OOC: Would post more, but have to leave.[/font][/color][/I]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She held it between her fingers, and it swiftly regenerated. He watched in fascination as her touch knit sinew and bone back in place, then blinked several times as her nails spread new skin over it, leaving a minimal scar. He flexed it, then tested it, by wrapping his long fingers around her throat, and tightening his grip.

She gasped with the little air he had afforded her, then automatically grabbed his wrists in her hands, struggling weakly. He smiled and leaned down, kissing her blue lips.[/i][/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo][I]He took her lips into his mouth, closing his teeth over the oxygen-rarefied skin. He brought a hand up, ignoring her now futile struggles, and closed her nose off, so that she had no source of air.

He could feel her smile anyway, though it was somewhat faded. He stopped everything else, and concentrated simply on choking her, focusing on her asphysxiation, with a fervour that surprised and pleased both of them.[/font][/color][/I]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Everything grew brighter instantly, his face was transformed into blinding white.... She could feel her spirit slowly detatching itself, and her body growing heavy. Then he let go at the last possible second. Lifé gasped for air, regaining what life had been so recently denied. Sh ehad just lost her pale blue look when he covered her mouth and nose again.

She struggled once more, this time kicking him in the face. He let go, nursing a heavily bruised eye.[/i][/COLOR]