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Post by Autumn Hharm on Oct 19, 2012 21:58:56 GMT -5
Setting her fork pointing down upon her plate, and finished her glass of wine, Autumn quietly thanked the doggen who graciously came over, as she made to stand, and pulled out her chair in Tohrment's continued absence. The others had said very little of, but surely noticed, the empty chair where her hellren, their leahdyre normally sat.
After inclining her head and bidding them all farewell for the eve, she left the room and headed upstairs to their mated rooms. Still empty. She crossed to the windows and stared out over the grounds. She could not go to Safe Place like this. She needed to clear her head. One place came immediately to mind, but did not quite ease it. She dropped her gaze and tried to think of someplace else, but supposed she had as much chance of solitude there as anywhere beyond the mhis. And less chance of a stranger happening upon her.
Changing into a sweater and a pair of yoga pants, she slid her feet into her moccasins and went out to the hallway, going downstairs and through the hidden door under the grand staircase. Crossed her arms in front of her as she walked alone through the silent underground tunnel, through the closet, Tohr's small office, through the glass door into the training center and medical facilities, her feet carrying her along the now-familiar route until she turned the corner and found herself at her destination: the pool.
But within moments of entering the room, she found herself not alone as she had anticipated. She halted, breathing out in a soft whisper, "Oh..."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 19, 2012 22:40:47 GMT -5
He had dematted to the woods around Caldwell, but dawn had been approaching, so he knew of no other place to go. Than here.
Where he had first seen Autumn outside of that damn cowl. Floating in the water, that sat as still as glass now. Even now, he sat on the bench they had made love on, what seemed like years ago. They were just that familiar and comfortable with each other now.
His palm pressed against the smooth wood, and when she entered, he didn't even move, his back turned to her. Said softly, "I remember that day." Looked at the water, "You were on your back. Like some watery fantasy. All that beautiful hair fanned out. Your skin so soft and enticing."
He sighed and dropped his head, bringing his hands to his lap, his gaze going to his fingers, "I wish I could be like the water was that day."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Oct 19, 2012 22:59:14 GMT -5
Relaxing, she limped slowly toward him.
"You always were. Keeping me afloat, easing my pain. Giving me a sense of freedom, however brief." As she reached him, she started to reach out toward him, but wrapped her arm back around herself. "Surrounding me, though you stood afore me."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 19, 2012 23:09:18 GMT -5
'Yes, but just like that water can no more lift itself out of that pool, to surround you, buffer you, keep you afloat from harm, I know, nor can I."
He looked over his shoulder, "Forgive your selfish hellren? I just, am so scared of losing you. I know it is not rational. But I have seen you taken from me twice. Once, at the end of my blade. Another from across the room."
He glanced back at the water, "I feel like at times? I also drown you as that water can. Take away your right to breathe. To be free. I am aware. Can I stop being such a deluge? Most likely not. Do I like it? No, but I can't stop it, it is how I am."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Oct 19, 2012 23:21:35 GMT -5
Sighing, she walked around to face him. "No, mine hellren. It is not your nature, but that of a mated, bonded male, and one who has lived through a hellren's worst fear, and that of a sire, and does not wish to suffer such a fate a second time." Sitting down beside him, she lifted a hand to his cheek. "Your nature is to protect those you care for. It is the bonded hellren who drives you to the lengths you would otherwise not choose, in order to ensure that protection."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 19, 2012 23:26:10 GMT -5
He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek more into her hand, only to open his eyes to seek her gaze, "I made such a fool of myself last night. Why do you keep forgiving me? I am not worthy of a female of such worth. Not after last night."
Leaned forward to kiss her, almost tentatively, as if afraid he had harmed what they had. Another fear. He had ruined it once before. Only her huge ability to forgive and understand him had brought them back together. She truly was the one of worth in their mating. And was so damn glad she cared enough to put up with him. "I love you leelan. So much? That the thought of losing you, blinds me to reason."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Oct 19, 2012 23:40:03 GMT -5
The feel of his lips on hers again was heaven if there ever was one.
And she knew, for an almost solid fact, that there was, having come close to seeing it for her own eyes. She had once stood outside its doors, had gained entrance, should she choose it. But that had held no draw for her, not while this male still dwelled upon the earth.
"I know, nallum. And I love you, too. Those are the very two reasons that keep me by your side." She looked at him seriously, "But do not ever say you are unworthy. Of anything or anyone, least of all me. You and Darius were the very first to truly see any worth in me beyond society's definition of the word. And I suppose I have given you as much reason as anything or anybody else to fear my loss. But you must believe me, that I am not that female anymore. And I will always do everything within my power," paused with a smile, "or, sometimes, that of another, to return to your side, for as long as there is breath in my lungs and blood in my veins. Just as you do each time you go out on patrol. Do not think I do not understand the fear of loss, Tohrment. I live that fear every night you walk out that door, until your walk back through it again."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 19, 2012 23:54:11 GMT -5
As always, she knew just what to say. The words to soothe the savage bonded male, and bring forth the hellren that adored her. Standing, leaned down to capture her mouth, tugging the sweater up and over her head, only to claim her mouth again. "I want you leelan. In the water.
His fangs popped as he took her mouth again, pulling his own shirt off, craving skin against skin, needing it like air. She was his air. His heart, his soul, and all that made him a male of worth. Helping her step out of her clothes and sandals, he removed his clothes, shoes and then picked her up, to kiss once again, cradled against his chest. He shivered, not from the cold, for the pool room was steamy and warm. But he trembled with sudden need and desire, its heady musk mingling with the mist in the air, dancing with the sweet scent of her arousal.
With a thought, the lights turned out, and only the pool lights, watery and blue remained.
Another thought, and the door locked as he stepped into the water, down the steps until the water surrounded her, up to his torso. He drank in the sight of his beautiful female, the water caressing her skin and let out a possessive growl, that mated male once again staking its claim, MINE like a rumble in his head. And he let it rule. In this, he welcomed it.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Oct 20, 2012 0:16:12 GMT -5
Watching his face, she knew almost the moment her Tohrment came back, the bonded male in him receding enough to let her male think clearly. "I am yours, Tohrment," she whispered. "Wherever you will have me."
His kisses warmed her more than the heated room ever could, in ways it could not hope to achieve. The steam, the water enveloping her body, while he touched her, were soft kisses and strokes upon her skin, but they would never compare to those of her male. She felt his possessive growl to the depths of her soul, and smiled at him, grey eyes shining up into blue. Her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer to kiss again, slow and deep.
"Hello, hellren."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 20, 2012 0:27:36 GMT -5
Lowering her, buy sliding his hands to grasp her thighs, angled her backwards, letting her float on the water, one hand going out to tease her breasts as he leaned forward to kiss her taut stomach, the hand going higher to tease her fangs; fangs he knew he would find with his thumb.
His other arm was now wrapped around her back, supporting her as he slid his hard flesh against her slick heat, barely under the cool water. The contrast caused him to growl, leaning back as she laid so beautiful on her back in the water, loving the sight of their bodies joined beneath the water as he put his head back, sliding inside, finding the heat there the kind that he cared not if he burned.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Oct 20, 2012 1:11:17 GMT -5
She curled her lip back as she felt the pad of his thumb, and she teased it back, her fangs elongating as he touched her, and punching out hard as she felt his length at her folds.
As she had spent the day alone in their bed, in fitful repose, she had feared how long she would have to sleep so. But in this moment, she felt hope spring once again. Or, perhaps it was more appropriate in this moment to say it floated, just as she did, held up by a male who once thought to be alone all his days, just as she had accepted she would do.
He slid inside her, and she felt as if some missing part of her had returned. She felt whole again.
She called his name softly as she arched, her body hungry and eager to accommodate his as her arms splayed across the water. She stared up at the soft lights playing on the ceiling, then closed her lids as she hissed in pleasure, Tohr staring back at her in her mind's eye.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 20, 2012 1:31:25 GMT -5
Leaning back farther, he moved his hips, letting the water bring her away, only to come back again with a thrust. The water rippled and swayed around them, as if a dance to their love making. It never ceased to amaze him, his female, how she could send him to the very peak of emotion, deep and demanding, and yet keep him so warm. The cold never dared invade when they were connected. Her fall to his winter, a season like none other when they were joined.
Pulling her up against, arms going around her curved bottom, her legs knowing to wrap around him, but still inside of her, he let the water support her as he angled his hips up and inside, head dropping forward to watch their union through the softness of the water. If he could freeze time, halt it, he would have, but passion would not have allowed that for long. Seconds at best.
Because desire caused another thrust, a seeking of haven inside his beautiful female's body. And it would never allow him pause for long.
His fangs were aching and he bared them, nipping he shoulder as he moved, the waves around them now turbulent like a storm as their bodies picked up a pace and rhythmic that was older than any race.
A male, a female. Becoming one.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Oct 20, 2012 2:02:17 GMT -5
She loved watching him watch their joined bodies move together, loved the way his face, his eyes, darkened with passion, his fangs bared in his arousal.
This face, this male, was what had been missing since yesterday. She moaned and her head fell back as he thrust into her. This was home. Where he was, wherever they were together, was home. But then, that, too, had always been. If only she had fully realized it then. Nevertheless, she knew it now, and that was what mattered.
She slid a hand up his spine to his neck, stroking it as he teased her skin with his canines, her phearsom warrior, and she bared her own fangs as their lovemaking intensified, scarping them down the side of his neck, her tongue caressing the beckoning pulse at his throat. Her hellren was a force of nature in himself, and one she was more than happy to be caught up in, her nails digging into his flesh.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 20, 2012 2:07:59 GMT -5
As their passion hit ultimate heat, he hissed and bared his fangs, and sank them deep in the curve of her ivory neck and shoulder. Her blood hit his tongue as he sealed his lips over the bite, taking long draws with each thrust. His chest rumbled with primal growls, his hips thrust harder, faster, as the flow of her power giving blood hit his system.
He felt her, everywhere. Her scent tantalized his nose. Her taste overwhelmed his pallet. Her sounds put his head in a fog. And the feel of her, careening him towards the edge, to drop into desire's abyss.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Oct 20, 2012 2:19:21 GMT -5
She hissed at the pleasureful sting of his bite, and with every pull, he sucked more and more control from her, until she too was biting him, without yet breaking skin, dragging her nails hard across his back, but not quite shedding blood, writhing in his arms, without ripping his fangs from her neck.
She found herself at the very edge of her release, leaning over, about to fall, and its suspense was the sweetest torment...
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 20, 2012 2:30:00 GMT -5
Pulling his fangs free as he thrust up hard and fast, licking the fang marks, hissed in her ear, nipping the lobe, "Feed. I want to be inside of you in every way. My blood above, that which makes me your male below."
He let his head dropped back, exposing his neck for her feasting. His thrust slowed, anticipating her strike, craving the high it gave, knowing when her fangs sank in, he would fall over the edge and take them both to the very depths of passion's darkest waves.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Oct 20, 2012 3:16:12 GMT -5
Her nails dug in deeper at his hissed words, and she pulled back a little, eying the pulsing vein at his throat, she licked her lips, and her fangs. She met his eyes for a moment, then bared her fangs again and struck deep, his crimson life force flooding her throat, the wild and familiar roar which still made her feel like she was becoming something...more...and she moaned low in her throat. Everything, every touch, every move, every sensation was heightened as his blood rushed into her.
And sure enough, as she had so many times before, she felt his body jerk, his seed spilling into her as, just as it, too, has, so many times, her own body responded in kind, exploding into a wondrous orgasm, causing her hips to buck against his as she moaned against his throat.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 20, 2012 3:18:34 GMT -5
His release crumbled him, her strike swept him away with hers. His legs gave as they reached the pentacle together, sinking below the water, she still feeding at his throat. They sank to the bottom as he wrapped his legs and arms around her, the water their cushion from everything around them.
When she pulled her fangs free, he mourned the loss of that connection as her tongue licked where her fangs had been. Cupping her face, brought her lips to his, kissing her deep and lovingly, feet hitting the bottom.
He pushed up and they broke the surface, the kiss not ending as he tilted his mouth against hers, to claim all of its sweetness.
Regrettably breaking that closeness as well, whispered against her lips, "Please. Leelan,never leave me. I would drown in sorrow and never surface."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Oct 20, 2012 3:37:01 GMT -5
She held tighter to him, keeping his body enveloped in hers both with her limbs and her core, tears threatening form the emotions of late and those words. She rested her forehead against his, bringing a hand up to cup his head as she whispered in the Old Language, "For as long as I shall live, I never wish to leave thy side, my friend, my savior...my love."
She rubbed her nose with his, then nuzzled his neck, brushing her lips in a kiss against her fang marks, continuing to whisper here and there as she clung to him. Verily, she wished to be always with him. But she also wished for something that deep down, she was not sure the bonded male in him could grant her.
But for tonight, it allowed them both peace, and to that she would hold fast, for as long as she could. Their lips found each other once again, and once again, her worries receded, kept at bay by the love she felt for Tohrment, the love she knew he held for her, and, her happiness once against undisturbed, she thanked the blessed mother of their race for allowing her to return to him. Heaven was but a word without this male.
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