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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jul 2, 2013 11:37:24 GMT -5
He woke up groggy and stiff. In every definition of the word. His body was stiff from healing from the grave injury of being a vamp-ka-bob and his more intimate part was doing its own bobbing pole imitation.
And he was hungry. Every sense of that word as well. Stomach craved food. His body craved sex. And his blood clamoured for hers.
But the blessed source to help relieve it all was no where in sight.
Sitting up to let the sheet fall to his bare hips called out her name even though he didnt sense her in their mated rooms.
"Autumn? Leelan?"
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Jul 2, 2013 11:56:04 GMT -5
After showering, she'd checked on Tohr to find him still sound asleep, and had used his state to have a feast prepared for him. Which Fritz must have anticipated, for upon her entering the kitchen, he turned away and immediately set all doggen present to the task, and while she managed to help here and there, he'd seemed to have made sure there was little for her to do. She couldn't help a little grin at that, and thanked them all as she carried the food back upstairs.
Hearing him calling from inside, she nudged the door open with her bad leg, having left it cracked just enough for the purpose, and entered their quarters. Pausing as she looked up again to find him sitting up, she could not help her eyes moving over his body, which had apparently recovered in more ways than one. Especially as she lifted her eyes again to meet his darkening ones, and the look there took her breath away for a moment.
Her cheeks getting warm as their gazes locked, she reached the leg back to push the door closed again, then walked toward the bed. "Your leelan went to fetch you sustenance. How do you feel?"
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jul 2, 2013 12:09:11 GMT -5
His eyes flicked to the tray of food she sat on the table then back to her. "Hungry."
Before she could uncover the food under the silver domes he was on her in a second. Pinning her to the foot of the bed with his own larger body he kissed her ravagingly as his fangs popped with a snap with one arm winding around her waist as the other hand was all but tearing at her clothes in a demand they be gone.
He growled out as he broke the kiss. "You first. Food later."
He struck fast at the pulse in her neck, dragging his control into the frenzy to add a small measure of restraint as he sank in his fangs. He let out a purred moan of pleasure as her tangy sweet blood hit his tongue. Sealing his lips over the bite, his body slowed its roll to gently bring a hand up to cup her head to angle to suckle harder, thumb stroking to reassure her his mind was not completely being overrun with need.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Jul 2, 2013 12:34:44 GMT -5
She had been prepared for him to pass the solid food over for the liquid, but not the onslaught which accompanied the refusal. She had had no time to answer before her mouth became otherwise occupied, and her heart threatened to beat out of her chest at his animalistic behavior.
Her clothes were no match for her hellren and his need, and her hands instinctively braced on his chest, but didn't push. More of her mind was aware of who it was at her neck this time, as this was their mated rooms, not a small, enclosed space, and it was not so dark here as it was there, and though some small part of her tried to panic, the rest of her overrode it. This was not even the same male who had attacked her throat in the pantry, heedless of her will. It was her hellren's mouth upon her, his hands. His body pinning her to the bed, his arousal pressing against her.
And, what calmed even that small part of her that had not quite forgotten the feeling of helplessness, Tohrment's sounds of pleasure teasing her ears, his palm cupping her head, his his thumb sweetly stroking as he took of her vein. And she wrapped her small frame around him, as if to cocoon him as he drank. "Take all that you need, love," sliding a hand up to his head and kissing his pulse.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jul 2, 2013 13:02:01 GMT -5
The ache of his wound vanished along with the weakness of healing as the richness of her blood flooded his system. As he took long draws off her vein, his hand slid between them to give her something in return.
Finding what was left of silken panties, grazed his fingers under them to find that which made her female. His fingers gently stroked letting out another growled purr as he fed to find her moist and warm to his touch. Moved his hand and teased his shellan in the ways he knew would have him not being the only one moaning soon.
Pulled his fangs free and licked the fangs punctures to close with the same strokes as his fingers below. Slow and loving but only to give her pleasure for the gift of her blood and love.
Hissed in her ear, his voice husky and gruff with the haze of her blood like a drug in his own veins. "Give your hellren what he seeks." His fingers and pace became more demanding.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Jul 2, 2013 13:21:06 GMT -5
She sucked in a breath as his hand sought and found the part of her that was already beginning to pulse for him, and closed her eyes at his noises, sliding one leg aside as he brushed his fingers over her folds. Sighing as he licked her neck, she slid her hands over his broad shoulders and his back and moved against him with every touch.
His hissed words in her ear as he increased his stroking drew out a hiss of her own as she arched against him, and she caught his earlobe between her teeth before letting a moan escape, long and low, the artful moves of his fingers pushing her closer to the edge after the passion sparked by his feeding.
She rocked against his hand and writhed against his body, fang biting into his ear as he continued pulling moans of pleasure from her throat, her nails digging into his back.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jul 2, 2013 13:32:22 GMT -5
Was there sounds more pleasing to a bonded male than that of his female being pleasured at his command? None even fucking came close.
As he felt her tighten around his fingers so slick and wet, he brought his lips to her ear and whispered.
"Your hellren wants your sweet honey on his fingers as he feels your fangs in his blood Autumn."
Moved his mouth to kiss her deep wirhin her moans, drinking them in with a sweeping of his tongue against hers before he presented his neck, letting out a deep rumbling moan as she grew even tighter and closer to her release around his fingers, throbbing against his palm.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Jul 2, 2013 13:48:42 GMT -5
Hearing her name on his tongue, the name he had given her, combined with his words and strokes almost brought her to release right then and there, and her fangs punched out, scraping his tongue as they kissed.
As he offered his neck, she stared at the pulse that beckoned to her, and brushed her lips against it as she exhaled, before pulling them back and sinking her fangs deep into his neck, releasing a husky moan at the the blood that flowed over her tongue and hit the back of her throat as she took her first pull. She dragged her nails over his back, deep enough to leave welts in their wake as she began to grind harder against his hand, needing more. More of his rich blood, more of him.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jul 2, 2013 13:54:35 GMT -5
Their bonding scents were thick in the air and he was drunk from the feeding and passion.
When Autumn's fangs struck he roared out in need as he pulled his hand free and with a twist of his hips plunged himself deep inside his shellan's hot core. His hips moved fast with each throb of his pulse he felt on her tongue.
He buried his face against her shoulder as she drank from him, his growls and groans mixing with her sounds as his hips moved faster and deeper.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Jul 2, 2013 14:20:55 GMT -5
She growled in pleasure against his throat as he drove himself inside of her and as his thrusts increased, so did her pulls, until finally she released her fangs and her suction on his neck and her tongue laved over the marks, sealing them shut, before he thrust even harder, deeper inside of her, making her throw her head back against the bed.
Arching sharply against him, she felt him driving her closer and dug her fingers deeper into his back until they pierced his flesh, and as she matched his thrusts, urging him on, she bared her fangs again. She sank them into his shoulder as her hips bucked up to meet his, a silent demand for him to join her as she she released hard around him, her body clenching his tightly within her, and pulled her fangs free to cry out his name in pleasure.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jul 2, 2013 14:48:31 GMT -5
He let out a roar like a raging predator as her nails cut into his back, her fangs into his shoulder.
Slamming himself brutally inside her, bowed over her with his teeth and fangs locked , face in a grimace of overwhelming pleasure as he snarled and then howled through his own release.
As the crashing tremors let him go, he collasped next to her on his back. Sweat covered him, his chest sawing hard to breathe. Finding her wrist, brought it up to his lips and licked her sweet pulse.
Flicking his hazed navy gaze to her grey depths whispered, his voice hoarse. " Dessert." He closed his eyes and gently sank his fangs into her wrist as he held it against his mouth with his hands. A low soft purr vibrated in his chest as he calmed and leisurely took slow lazy draws to curl next to her.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Jul 2, 2013 15:01:47 GMT -5
Meeting his eyes, she smiled softly as he closed them and took her vein again, watching as her formerly ravenous and wild, now sweet and tender, hellren, drank from her wrist. Carefully rolling her her side as his strong hands held it in place, she curled up facing him and draped her other arm over him, fingers toying slowly, gently in his short, dark hair. As his pured reverberated through her, she closed her own eyes and sighed happily.
Kissing his head, she nuzzled and whispered, "Take all that you wish, love," and continued stroking her fingers through his hair, entwining a leg with his. "I love thee with every beat," she whispered, this time in the Old Language.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jul 2, 2013 15:09:06 GMT -5
He carefully withdrew his fangs and licked the bite. Looked up at her as he snuzzled his head into the warmth of her neck, drawing himself closer to the haven of her encircling limbs.
Pressed his lips over her heart and said softly in the old tongue "And I love thee with all that I am and will ever be.""
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