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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Sept 9, 2012 22:15:59 GMT -5
He ignored the looks from the brothers. The snort from Xhex as he headed down the stairs, even Fritz raising a brow. By the Scribe Virgin, he wore leathers all the time. But they weren't usually tucked in biker boots, below Johnny Rocket biker leather jacket, with a skull helmet tucked under his arm. Top off with tinted riding goggles, he was sure he made quite a sight. But he had decided to take his shellan on a ride on one of those death machines. Together. Yes, he knew how to ride and drive one. Did he enjoy them? Fuck no. No radio. No nice seat to lean in. No four wheels gripping the pavement. But he had one delivered, and it sat purring in the courtyard. And how he wished he had suggested the vette.  But she was excited and he could not tell her no. Now he stood in the foyer, slipping on his gloves as her scent hit him causing him to look up. And those leathers showed how pleased he was of her appearance, in case his sudden surge of bonding scent didn't give it away. "Leelan. Ready?" Smiled and held out his hand. |
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Sept 9, 2012 22:27:04 GMT -5
His scent hit her, and for a moment she was not sure whether he was referring to the bike ride or one of another sort. But it changed not her answer as she took his hand, smiling. "Yes, mine hellren." Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at him.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Sept 9, 2012 22:30:19 GMT -5
Smirked, one brow coming up, "Go ahead and say it. I look ridiculous." Planted the helmet on, "But I cannot insist you be safe if I do not insist the same." Buckled the strap and flipped off whoever was snickering at him on the stairs above.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Sept 9, 2012 22:41:33 GMT -5
Letting her eyes travel over him, she lifted her free hand, and turned the helmet until she could see his eyes, and he was looking into hers. "That, nallum, could not be farther from what I was thinking, however uncommon this attire is for you." She smiled, gently testing the strap of his helmet and meeting his eyes again. "However, I cannot agree more with the latter statement." Dropping her hand, she let it rest on his chest. "Thank you, dearest."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Sept 9, 2012 22:46:44 GMT -5
Heard more laughter and cut a deadly glare over his shoulder. It stopped. Turning slowly to face her, winked and took her hand. Led her out to the courtyard and pointed to the sleek, Harley Davidson. "Not a crotch rocket, but it suited me."
Swinging a leg over, kicked up the stand and looked over at her, "Climb on Leelan. And hold on tight." eyes darkened, "I'll do my best to concentrate on driving this two-wheeled murder mechanical."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Sept 9, 2012 23:07:10 GMT -5
She smiled as she looked over his motorcycle. "Indeed, nallum, it suits you quite well." She secured her own helmet, and using his hand for balance, she carefully swung her bad leg over and slid into place, her thighs snug against his hips, and put her f__t in place before wrapping her arms around him.
She grinned, though he could not see her face. "And yes, mine rahlman, please do. There will be time for other things later." She chuckled and leaned against his back.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Sept 9, 2012 23:16:08 GMT -5
Twisting the throttle, pegging the shift peg, let go of the brakes and the big black machine roared out of the courtyard. Loving her arms around him, they sped through the mhis, the gates opening a second before they reached them. He didn't even slow; he had faith that Vishous sensor's knew to open.
Fishtailing when they left the gravel of the hidden driveway and hit the blacktop, he gunned it back and moved into the light traffic. The beast of a machine was nimble for a big bike and he soon relaxed into the seat, loving the feel of Autumn against his back, arms lovingly around his waist. Moving one hand off the handlebar, wrapped his palm against the outside of her thigh, loving the feel of her own leathers under his fingers.
They had come a long way since that damn cloak and cowl. And he was so fucking happy to never see that thing again.
Cutting the bike right, hit the curving hilltop view road, the headlight cutting through the night as they wound their way up.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Sept 9, 2012 23:28:59 GMT -5
She couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up as they sped out of the driveway. Riding on the back of a motorcycle, hugging her hellren, was like a dream, especially considering his initial response to her being anywhere near the machines.
She laid her head against his back, her smile glued to her face. As his hand slid over her her thigh, she closed her eyes and sighed, and pulled herself tighter against him.
As she felt them ascending, she opened her eyes, not wanting to miss the view.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Sept 9, 2012 23:35:31 GMT -5
The road curved higher over the city. He and Wellsie used to drive up here; as it had the best view of the city on one side, and the Hudson River on the other. Speeding up, smiled at her excitement, catching a whiff of it, sweet yet sharp before the wind racing around them stole it from his enjoyment.
They arrived at the top, and he was relieved to find they were alone. Slowing, pulled to the rail that encased the top, to prevent one from dropping down the sharp slope below. Kicking down the stand, leaned the bike and tugged off his helmet. Wrapping his hands around hers, brought each one up, caught the gloves she wore in his teeth, gently pulling off each glove.
Brought her palms to his lips and kissed each one. "What do you think leelan?" His fangs popped at the taste of her skin on his lips, and he nipped her fingertips.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Sept 9, 2012 23:47:09 GMT -5
She'd started taking in the view of the city, but as his teeth caught her fingertips through her gloves, her focus shifted, and all she could think of was him.
She felt his lips, his teeth on her skin even after they had moved on. His bonding scent was even stronger, and she was intoxicated by it.
"That feels wonderful," she breathed out.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Sept 9, 2012 23:55:17 GMT -5
Brow came up, a smile tilting his lips and looked down at her hand. "Does it Leelan?" Ran the tip of his tongue along the base of each finger, across her palm and licked across the pulse in her wrist. Brought his other hand to the zipper on his jacket, and tugged it down. Took her other hand in that hand and placed it on his chest, against the soft grey tshirt he wore beneath.
Then, slowly ran his hand up her leg still at his side, up that smooth leather to pull her tighter against his back, pulling her core against him as he leaned back, putting his head back to give her a kiss.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Sept 10, 2012 0:10:27 GMT -5
She sucked in a breath as his tongue teased her skin, skimmed her palm, a slight shudder moving over her. She heard the zipper of his jacket, and next thing she knew her other hand was splayed over the solid heat of his chest.
His hand moved up her leg and she hissed, happily pressing closer to him as he pulled. She tilted her head to kiss him, her hand sliding down until it found the bulge in his leathers, and she moaned into his mouth.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Sept 10, 2012 0:22:59 GMT -5
Kissing her deep, fangs glancing off fangs, their tongues twisted and teased. Pulling her hands away, slid off the bike, only to turn and sit back down, but now backwards to ride, but forward to her. Put both his feet down, bracing with his legs and leaned forward to go back to kissing her again; being so bold to place her hand back on his throbbing hardness beneath his leathers.
One hand cupping her face, the other undid her jacket zipper, going slow, a few fingers gliding along her body as the zipper went down and then unclasped. Brushed the jacket aside, letting it drop behind her and to the ground.
Broke the kiss and leaned forward to run his fangs down her neck, pausing to lick her pulse, rapid and fast, as he drank in her arousal scent, rich and delicious, even through the leathers that kept him from its source.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Sept 10, 2012 0:37:04 GMT -5
She looked at him as he dismounted the bike, only to mount it against backwards, confused at first.
But as he kissed her and returned her hand to its former exploration, she stopped wondering. She arched her spine against him as he unzipped her own jacket, not caring as he tossed it aside. And as his fangs and tongue traveled over her skin, she let out a shuddering breath.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Sept 10, 2012 0:52:48 GMT -5
Leaning back, pulling her with him, captured her mouth with his, tilting his head to deepen it. Legs braced to keep the bike upright, he ran his hands down her arms, pressing the hand she had on him, firmer against him. The other skimmed under her shirt, running his nails along her ribs, slowly, up and down, loving the goosebumps that rose under his touch.
Rubbed his hand over hers, up and down his length, lifting his hips to increase the pressure.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Sept 10, 2012 1:08:23 GMT -5
She inhaled slow as she felt his nails scraping her skin, and it was all she could do not to whimper as her hand enjoyed the heat and motion of the part of him her body wanted badly to have moving inside of her.
She pressed her hips against his, breathing into his ear, "Nallum, please..."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Sept 10, 2012 1:15:26 GMT -5
Working the button's on his fly, released himself into the air, grasping it in his hand, and wrapping her hand around his. Put his head back, letting it fall back, swallowing as her lips touched his skin. Worked their hands and growled out, "Take what you wish Autumn, shellan mine. I am yours."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Sept 10, 2012 1:34:35 GMT -5
She kissed her way along his jaw, to the other side, then down his neck, getting delicious little shivers as she heard his words. "For which I shall always be thankful Tohrment, hellren[ mine." She would never have thought to hear him, or any other, for that matter, call her shellan, or mine, or claim himself for her, let alone hear Tohrment call her by a name he'd given her, as well.
She struggled with her own leathers, and idly thought how she missed her cowl and shift at this moment.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Sept 10, 2012 1:42:38 GMT -5
Letting out a lust filled chuckle, held her hand as she stood beside the bike to remove her leathers. His beautiful female, now bare below, just a tshirt above, standing in the night air, in public, had become such an erotic creature. And he had not a single complaint. Helping her back up on the bike, him, laying back on the gas tank, brought her down to kiss him, deep and passionately.
Running his hands down her legs, helped her find the front pegs to straddle over him, his navy gaze going up to meet her grey eyes, both gazes stormy with passion. Hissed out a breath when her wet heat touched him, fangs throbbing as she was so close to taking him inside, "Please Leelan. Take your hellren, release his pain."
Let his head down back on the bars, fingers digging into her hips to guide her.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Sept 10, 2012 1:51:03 GMT -5
She knew not quite where her boldness came from, only that this whole night seemed surreal. Her very life felt surreal, far too fortunate to be reality.
Straddling her hellren on his new motorcycle, she scraped her teeth down his neck with a hiss before impaling herself upon him with a cry, tossing her head back. She bit her lip as his hands urged her along, and leaned to whisper in his ear. "Always, my love."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Sept 10, 2012 2:02:18 GMT -5
Mouth opened, fangs long, he growled with each drop of her wet heat on his length. Torturous and passionate, he gripped her hips to help her move,his legs tense like steel holding up the bike, her weight and his own, and so glad to do so. Her wetness was both searing to his flesh, and cooling to his need.
Opening his eyes, lids mere slits, watched his beautiful female in the moonlight, pale hair free of its binds, wisping around her passion flushed face and knew surely, no work of art was as lovely as the sight that was making love to his body, once again claiming his soul, and salvaging his heart.
Dropped his head back, arched his body upward into hers, letting her set the pace, loving the rhythm she set, knowing she knew how to take what she want...and that was him. Bucking his hips upward, loved the feel of skin under the leather of his gloves. Drank in the scent of their bonding musk twisting and sweetening the night air.
This was passion, this was love and this was all that mating was meant to be. His race. Any race.
Pure, raw and totally consuming.
"Autumn. Mine." Threw his head back and his body bowed up, so close to release, he cried out her name, begging for it.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Sept 10, 2012 2:16:55 GMT -5
Later, she knew, she would be shocked at herself.
But now, as her mighty hellren swelled inside of her, she could only join her voice with his, as her body clenched his in release, his name a prayer on her lips.
Her fangs throbbed painfully as she looked down at him, still moving over him. "Tohrment. MINE."
She kissed him deep and murmured against his lips, "Always."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Sept 10, 2012 2:28:04 GMT -5
Voice a mere whispered snarl, "Mine." Kissed her deep and looked into her eyes and gave a smile, "What a wild female you have become." Patted the seat beneath them, "I should have gotten one of these months ago."
Chuckled and then it dropped as he bent her laid her back, "Now, my turn to drive." And with a snarl, claimed her again, under the pale light of the moon, a roar of "Mine" echoed down the valley many times before the dawn would chase them home.
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