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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Aug 19, 2013 14:39:59 GMT -5
He awoke to something sharp piercing his silk clad hip. His eyes snapped open as that small yet sharp pain registered and heard Autumn mew and snarl against his back.
The room was filled with the musk of her arousal as her hips writhed behind him.
His bonded male nature responded instinctively. Instant wall battering hard-on accompanied with an animalistic need to make Autumn his pseudo wall for battering satisfaction.
His still clear mind calculated fast...before clarity evolved to complete mating mode.
He had rotation. He had the schedule to get out. He had meetings with the King. As well as the Queen about the Fall Festival.
All which would have to be handled by someone else.
His shellan was in her needing.
Pulling her nails out of his flesh to turn to face her, growled out having to slow her lunge by catching her by the shoulders.
"Leelan. I need a few minutes to make arrangements then your hellren can soothe and care for your needs. For days if need be."
Thats if he could walk with three legs.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Aug 19, 2013 14:55:52 GMT -5
She arched her torso toward him as he held her shoulders back, baring her fangs as she slid her hands over her arms, nails scraping the skin over his biceps and shoulders. He was almost in the perfect position and she moved a leg up to wrap around his, self-control seeming even harder to find with him facing her, especially as her travelling eyes found his arousal standing proud and strong. Grey returned to gaze into darkening blue as one hand roamed down his own torso to greet it.
Keeping her eyes on his, she bent her head to nip at his thumb with her fangs.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Aug 19, 2013 15:04:51 GMT -5
It took every fucking grain of control to guickly pull free and roll fast off the bed.
Her needing was early and unplanned. Perhaps working with the colony females had ushered its arrival.
Back pedaling away fron her, his mind already becoming hazed with desire as his bonding scent mixed with hers making the air thick with it.
He grabbed his phone off the bedside as a uncontrolled rumble of a snarl rolled out of his chest. Deep and primal as his fangs popped with such demanding force it almost rivaled the intensity of his erection.
His back hit the wall as he tried to clear his mind to call..or text...or plunge himself deep...wait..
"Fuck T-Pain. Focus!'
Hissed out. The manse occupants needed to be warned. The staff alerted. He needed to thrust...yes..thrusting sounded soooo good.
Glared at his phone. Thrust was not a contact.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Aug 19, 2013 15:31:40 GMT -5
"Tohrment..."
Growling low in frustration she moved from the bed and soon, but not soon enough, she had reached him and was rubbing, grinding against his erection, moaning as she scraped fang down his neck, nails scratching deep into his back, all but climbing on him, at least for the moment. She paid his phone no mind as she nipped his earlobe, tugged, nuzzled his neck, licking the pulse she could hear beneath his skin.
She groaned against his ear as a wave of need went through her, and began murmuring her desire to him in the Old Language as one hand tunneled fingers through his hair.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Aug 19, 2013 15:45:28 GMT -5
He hit send to all and prayed it was the mass txt list for the Brotherhood and not the Glymera. Since his mind was checking out and biology was checking in and he hoped it made sense. He had no idea what he typed.
Sent:
Autumn in her thrust. Needing. Fuck. Alert. Plunge. Meeting King Queen. Deep. Now. Must. Alert Manse. Need.
MINE. MINE. MINE.
Tossing the phone as he ripped off Autumn's nightgown with a snarl and nipped then bit her shoulder as he thrust his hips up to meet hers. He picked her up with his hands cupping her gyrating hips with every intention of making it to the bed.
Halfway would have to count as he kicked a coffee table across the room causing it to shatter against the heavy bed post as he lowered her down to the plush floor rug, covering her body with his to grind and snarl.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Aug 19, 2013 16:10:02 GMT -5
She nearly cried out with relief as Tohr freed her of the cursed material and finally began responding in a more acceptable manner. It had momentarily occurred to the rational shellan in her that whatever he had been doing with the phone was important and necessary, considering his occupation, but the needing female in her had soon overridden all reason and tossed everything out of her mind that was not relevant to her current situation.
As Tohr thrust against her, there was the vague registering of something crashing, possibly in the room, but whatever it was, it was not interfering or getting in her way, so she let it be and promptly forgot all about it for the time being as she laid back, pulling Tohr with her. The carpet fibers tickled and teased her skin, and the sensation shot through her nerves, making her nails dig even deeper as she writhed against her male, growling his name huskily as he took her, and she urged him deeper, harder, faster, hissing against his skin.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Aug 19, 2013 16:25:10 GMT -5
His mind registered his phone buzzing from where ever it landed. Note to part of brain still functioning- Stab that person for daring to disturb.
Later. Tomorrow. Next week.
For now he was busy buried to the base inside his shellan. She was amazingly scorchingly hot around him, slick and smooth as he slammed into her over and over.
The silk fly opening in his silk pajama bottoms only added to the friction around his base but she demanded more. Throwing a hand out to a fallen dagger from the floor, he slashed through the waistband and ripped them off as well.
Kissing her with a loud wall vibrating roar, moved faster as he plunged the knife into the floor by her head as he plunged even deeper into her; the blade singing from the force of impact ignored.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Aug 19, 2013 16:49:19 GMT -5
She felt a slight tug at her hair but it was brief as she brought a hand up to hold his head, hold his mouth tight against hers, fangs scraping his tongue as even in kissing she demanded more of him. For a moment she even thought she heard music as slammed even deeper inside of her, and she scored his back with her nails before sinking them in as she curled her hands around the flexing muscles in his rear. And then all she could hear was Tohrment, the blood rushing through his veins, the breath sawing from his lungs to mesh with hers, his roars as he filled her more and more, and her heart as it pounded in her ears.
And a ripping sound that seemed to have done no harm and therefore did not interest her as she snarled against his mouth.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Aug 19, 2013 17:04:50 GMT -5
He had no idea how much time had passed as he claimed her over and over.
He was lost in the wet clutching of her folds around his throbbing ache when there was a knock at the door.
"Sire is all..."
Before the head Doggen could complete his inquiry, the dagger was pulled free and flipping towards the polished wooden door. The throw so hard as he heard Fritz squeak as the dagger tip thrust through the other side.
Letting out a roar of pleasure as Autumn's nails drew blood on his back and ass, he rolled to a sit bringing her with him to let her straddle and ride him, wrapping her legs around his waist as his hands dug into thighs to lift her and let her drop with each thrust as he licked, teased and then bit her breast, sinking in fangs and exposing his neck for her to return the sweet pain as he bucked up and inside her heat.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Aug 19, 2013 17:27:20 GMT -5
She vaguely heard more sounds through the more immediate ones demanding her attention, but then Tohr changed their positions and she groaned as he filled her even more, the impact of him slamming into her even stronger from this angle as her hips fell against his.
Her hair fell around her face and his as she nipped and scraped at his shoulder, and her jaw locked down, fangs breaking skin as his teasing at her breast turned to delicious puncturing, nails piercing his back, and she dragged them across his skin as she pulled her fangs free and eyed his proffered neck, licking her lips as she looked down to where his mouth caught her breast, and his bod joined hers, before sinking them into the throbbing pulse, growling low as the crimson tang hit her tongue, adding more of the stimulant of taste to those of sight, sound, and bonding scents already driving her crazy as their hips pounded against each other.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Aug 19, 2013 18:56:00 GMT -5
He heard footfalls, no, running in the hall. Ah, they must have gotten his text. Or the scent that had to be thick in the hall. Or the sound of breaking furniture. Or moans, roars, groans and other bodily noises. Perhaps the dagger pointing out through the door was also an indicator. They were smart. Good.
As his blood filled Autumn's mouth, his pulse sounded loud in his own ears as he pulled his fangs free from her breast, somehow finding the where-to-all to lick the fang wounds as he licked the trickle of blood.
He put his head back to moan and growl, not sure as the two blended together as she rode him but sensing his release was soon. He grabbed her hips viciously and hard and ground her against him with one hand and brought his other hand between them, determined to bring her pleasure and a momentary although fleeting from the torture that was the needing of his race's female.
His fingers found the slickness and heat and it was enough to send him roaring to the edge as he thrust harder, his fingers working fast to bring her with him.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Aug 19, 2013 19:23:14 GMT -5
She hissed against his throat as she felt his fangs release and his tongue lathe their marks, and through her mental fog became aware that he was getting close, as was she.
With one last, long pull, she broke fang and stroked the skin there with her tongue, groaning as his actions sent her even higher, writhing in his arms. And as his hand moved between them, she gasped at the spike of pleasure and met his thrusts and then some, needing more, ever more.
And then her body tensed, her head threw back and her nails bit into his skin once again, and she screamed his name at the top of her lungs at the intensity of her release as it roared through her.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Aug 19, 2013 19:30:06 GMT -5
They were both screaming out each others names in both the old language and new, and he had not a single care if anyone heard. Feeling her climax clench his release tight, he keep rolling his hips to send her completely over the edge as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
As he felt her ease he fell back to land on his back, drawing up a knee of a shaking leg to let her curl up on his chest. He knew the needing would be eased for a time. But it would demand to be fed again. Soon.
Swallowing as he brought up a hand to brush her sweaty hair from her face to quietly croak out. "Leelan? Better?"
Lifted his head to kiss her forehead and then let his head drop back too drained in every way to do much more than let its descent hit the rug.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Aug 19, 2013 19:47:57 GMT -5
Turning her head to his touch, she chuckled softly and nuzzled his chest, and playfully, but weakly, teased his nipple with her fangs. She brushed her lips against it and rest her head over his heart, which allowed it to beat as erratically as her own against her ear. That sound, and its cause, made her smile as she closed her eyes, listening to their breathes struggle to even out again.
"Verily, mine nallum," she said, then continued in the Old Language, "I am too sated, for the time being, to move much. So I would call that a resounding, however temporary, yes." Her hand found his and she kissed his knuckles, his palm, and held it to her cheek. Then she murmured tender phrases that could not quite be translated as she snuzzled him and sighed.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Aug 19, 2013 19:52:17 GMT -5
He smiled at her words and nodded his head. "We need food. Before the next needing waves descends." He gently moved her off of him only to stand and pull her up with him. Cradling her in his arms to walk into the bathroom, drew a bath and checked the warm temperature.
Kissing her as he lowered her in the water, knelt down beside the tub as he poured scented salt into the water. "I shall ring downstairs for some food. You relax for now." Brushed his fingers over her cheek.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Aug 19, 2013 20:03:30 GMT -5
She kissed him back gently, then smiled as she nodded, and nuzzled, then kissed his fingers. "I suspect my body will not allow anything else right now, so I shall happily obey thee, my love." Laughing softly, her eyes remained with him as she laid her head back, her lids low from her body's exertion.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Aug 19, 2013 20:05:35 GMT -5
Turning off the water, stood to watch her relax before turning to grab sweats and tug the shirt over his head, stepping into the sweat pants.
Looking in and checking on her, turned and hurried into the hall and rushed to go down the stairs heading to the kitchen, yelling out Fritz's name as he went.
He may have up to 30-minutes. He may only have 2. There was no way to know. "Fritz! I need food."
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