{Fuck!! wild diamond eyes flying open.. shooting up from the bed like I've just taken a shitkicker in the head, leather-bound knuckles rammed between my teeth, gagging my mouth to muffle the screams bubbling up from my throat...eyes darting immediately to Tory..everything is as it should be, breathing peacefully, the midnight waves of her hair blending into the black silk, lips slightly parted, and yet, subconsciously, even in sleep, the protective hand on her lower belly curls tighter. A dream then..a fucking nightmare..that dark, malevolent shadow, reeking with the stench of evil, the kind that makes your skin crawl and your gut wretch, the slashing blade in flesh, blood..fuck, so much blood.. those soul-wrenching screams, Tory’s emerald eyes peeled wide in abject terror and utter despair, unspeakable agony ripping through my chest like I've been torn apart, limb from fucking limb...breath like a hacksaw in my chest, skin clammy, drenched in a cold sweat of dread heart jack-hammering between my ears, clutching the sides of my head like I could keep my brain from exploding the black walls of the Penthouse closing in around me..lurching on sloppy legs, snatching a bottle of Goose en route to the bathroom...knuckles clenched white, bracing the edges of the sink..lifting my eyes to the mirror, the tats around my eye stand out in sharp relief against my skin, ashen in the harsh light, watching in horror as the black pupil starts to dilate, eclipsing the iris to nothing but a thin diamond ring.. eating up the the white part, until there is nothing but a black hole, like staring into infinity, or maybe into the Fade as you died..then my lips start moving, a deep, disembodied voice, spilling words into the silence. 'Three of three, blood that binds to bring forth progeny of tortured soul and dark of light, from shadow of death does young bring life'...the voice trailing off leaving me feeling punch-drunk...bewildered falling to my knees on the bathroom tile, clutching the bottle of Goose, sucking it down like its air, a pounding headache lancing my skull.Fuck! Something was coming, something very fucking bad...gloved hand fisting tight..my visions were back, the curse of the future returned to me with a fucking vengeance..and there was fuck all I could do about stopping this..}
Tuesday 19 April 2011
The trip to Havers
| *the polished wood floor can’t take the monotonous pacing scuff of my boots, the shine dimming beneath the constant back and forth, my hope being chipped away with the slow motions, dulling like the wood sheen under the frustrated tension rolling off my body like ice water, clammy hands clenching, unclenching, entire body in motion while my heart stops dead in my chest and my soul is frozen over with fear. My eyes flick compulsively to the clock that ticks like a time bomb…tick tock tick tock...unhinging my sanity and driving me into the turbulent clouds of the past. How long since V and I had been left in this godforsaken room? The growls that rumble from my throat are part impatient terror, part the simple need to hear something other than that insidious ticking, arms wrapped in tight bands around my waist, as if I can physically hold myself together, can literally keep myself from crumbling, falling apart. Locking onto V with tear-shimmering emeralds, desperation etched into a mask on my face, drawing a little strength from as my pacing resumes* |
| Leaning against the wall, the steel toe of my shitkicker tap tap tapping, diamond eyes tracking Tory as she paces back and forth back and forth like watching a goddamned tennis match ...and fuck I could use a smoke right now... the heel of my gloved hand wearing a groove on my leathers...that fucking clock..tick tock tick tock..over three hundred years of fighting and it comes down to this..my life hinges on what's about to go down in this sterile, anonymous, clinic room, on the words that come out of that asshole Havers' mouth..about to find out if I'm going to be a baby daddy... assuming of course the shitty odds went in your favor and your shellan and young actually survived the birthing process... um yeah..no fucking words on that one...and what if the news is bad...fuck! could I trust Havers to break it to her right? Peeling myself up from the wall, the expression of total fucking despair on Tory’s face breaking my fucking heart..growling} I'm going to find him.. |
| *eyes shooting wide, the temperature dropping fast into freezing* You're leaving me alone? *my frozen heart thaws enough to skip a beat, the thought of being trapped, alone, in the room...with..the clock...worse than facing down a gang of lessers armed only with a nail file..but...if it will get the results quicker..better start sharpening my file* umm...Ok.. |
| {Tangling my hands in your hair as I cup your cheeks, gaze locked on your wild, shimmering eyes} I'll be right back Tory.. |
| *forcing the lump from my throat with a hard swallow, nuzzling into your hands and placing a trembling kiss on your palm my feet reluctantly carrying me away from the security of your presence, tears flowing as you leave me, seeking Havers* |
| {Oh God...please don't fucking cry Tory...scenting your tears as I stalk out to the office with Havers' name plaque on the door, intercepting the streak of fucking misery on the way out, clutching Tory’s file, looking all ready to do business.....fisting the lapels of his starched white coat, slamming him back into the wall, the file slipping from his trembling hands, highly polished loafers dangling in mid-air. Getting right up in the good doctor's grille, pinning him with a hard, icy stare, fangs bared on a growl..his pale eyes popping behind those preppy tortoiseshell glasses, the words gritted through clenched teeth} Doctor.. hate to offend your delicate fucking sensibilities, true..but that is MY shellan out there in that room.{jerking my jaw to indicate the closed door} I don't give a fuck what's gone down between you two in the past. When you walk through that fucking door, whatever way the test results go..you will treat her better than you would your own blood. Do. You. Understand? Do you know just how close to fucking losing it I am here..I am peeled fucking raw. {watching as Havers' face turns a nasty shade of green, like he's about to eject his luncheon all over those pristine shoes} You hurt her, you offend her...you so much as look at her fucking sideways and I will take it out on your ass a thousand fold.. there won't be enough buckets of lysol in this shithole to clean up the mess. Are. We. Clear..Doctor?{spitting out the title like its venom, feeling the tremble in his weak body as his head nods furiously and his mouth starts to work} <<Yes..yes Sire..indeed..crystal clear...might I..please, Sire {adam's apple bobbing furiously in his throat} might I.. speak?>> {eyes narrowed to glaring slits as I set Havers back down on his feet and he smooths down the wrinkles in the starched white coat} <<Verily Sire..I believe I do understand...more than you might appreciate..{those pale eyes shimmering behind the thick lenses with an unexpected strength of character} I lost my Evangeline, MY shellan and our unborn son in childbirth..both gone unto the Fade...{his voice cracking as he bends down to retrieve the dropped medical file, adjusting his glasses and coat, putting his self-respect back together, slow and methodical, no sudden moves, like Havers knows he's face to face with a caged animal....Shit! ..only stunned silence on my part......Fuck! if that little revelation didn't take the wind out of my fucking sails and I'm the one threatening to hurl my lunch all over those shiny loafers..feeling like the air just got sucked from of the room, reality slammed home like a sucker punch in the gut.. I really do stand to lose.. everything..um..yeah no fucking words.... my inner string vibrating, eyes trained on the inocuous looking manila file in Havers' hands..my life..our lives.. hinged on the tests results inside it clearing my throat loudly, nodding curtly at Havers} Right..well...lets get in there and do this this thing, true... |
| *the door opening is like a crack in the foundations of my being, my emotions toppling and quaking, shaken from their posts by the enormity of what is about to go down...my soul..my life..our lives...my sanity...the results are pivotal to all of these and isn't that just ridiculous? Your whole life fighting, surviving and yet one Yoda green doctor and his file of tests could change the course of your life and send the momentum of your world careening wildly out of control. My eyes latch onto the file the minute he enters, noticing your presence only through the taut bond vibrating between our souls, the rage of your emotions so finely tuned into the beat of mine, we are extensions of our shared terror, and man but you're not looking so good yourself...do you already know? Is it that bad? Oh by the Dear Scribe Virgin, you know and that's why you look like death warmed over in a microwave....my heart breaking even before a very sickly looking Havers starts to speak...his words rote, but..emotion lies thinly veiled by his bland tone and medical jargon...like I want to know the hows and whys of the tests..fuck no!! Just tell me yes...fuck tell me no...just fucking tell me...mind quirking in confusion at his manner of speech..never before with the formality, always simply insulting, harsh, I never expected anything else...the clock runs its steady second tick routine, skipping with my heartbeat as I zone in on the end of his biology explanation, my body, my soul, petrified, flooding ice water through my veins as he starts in on the verbal path to hell...I reach for you, tremulous fingers clasping yours in a bone-crushing hold, knuckles death white and grinding bone in an anxious flex* <<I...there is no easy way to impart this news...I have done it many times and the implications of such results are...devastating...>> *my head does a spin and twirl routine, body following fast on its heels as my internal axis is disrupted, my balance thrown by the magnitude of grief that sweeps down to consume me*<<there is no easy way to explain the consequences of carrying young..risks to both the female and young are interminable and in some cases...*a breathed word* most...are fatal...but, you are strong...you have no medical problems besides your past-inflicted injuries, both tests came back positive. You can easily conceive and you are pregnant...congratulations>> *some time in his speech the floor had rushed up to meet me and my body had crumpled willingly onto its wooden support my knees giving out, sobs wracking my tense taut curves in tear drenched shudders, breath caught by the steel hand of soul wrenching relief and immeasurable happiness...gasping, crying...broken in the best possible way as the affirmation sounds a melody in my ears, fingers retaining their bone-powdering grip on you as my world narrows to us..the three of us* |
| {HOLY SHIT! All I heard was 'you are pregnant'...after that Havers' words trail off into a buzzing drone between my ears..the color drains out of my face, it's like I'm riding a high-speed elevator, stomach going up...blood rushing down, down, down into my shitkickers..stock-still, rooted, jaw slack..cold sweat beading on my skin, utterly motionless on the outside inside is another fucking story... that clock on the wall tick-tocking louder in my brain like someone's just set the timer ticking on the bomb...only the slight slackening of your bone-crushing death-grip and the dull thud as your knees hit the deck jerking me from the dazed shock...dropping to my knees...wild, wide eyes locked on your swimming emerald gaze gloved hand tentatively reaching to touch your lower belly, the corners of my mouth lifting into a deranged, fanged grin} it's really true? Oh my God Tory...I fucking love you... {diamond tears stinging my eyes as I jerk your mouth onto mine in a fierce, bruising, possessive kiss, tasting your tears on my tongue, the dark incense of my bonding scent flooding the room} |
| it's true...it's true...*murmuring, yielding to the hard fusion of our lips, not quite believing it myself, palm curling over the new life as I mold to the muscled wall of your body, Havers slowly backing out before your possession folds me in the aroma of your love, permeating my skin, burying deep into the heart of me...of us...as I cling in desperate tear salted kisses to the power of you, trusting you to hold me up as intermittent sobs snatch my breath and shatter my body* Oh fuck...it's really true...I'm carrying your young...I fucking love you...*watery smile* we love you... |
| {Fuck, the joy written all over your beautiful face thaws the icy dread of conflicted emotion that runs cold in my blood, knowing how much you needed this.... only now, for the first time seeing how much I need it too, arms banded around you in a cage of protection, voice cracking with emotion} Our young Tory...fuck...I love you....two... {smiling against your lips, tears of joy streaking my hard warrior face as I will the DM door closed} I love you so very fucking much.... |
Inked
| *My body slips from the silk sheets, from the warmth of your body, at the low hum of the shutters as they rise to reveal the night, padding onto the balcony with a slide of glass and a cold breeze that encompasses me in its invisible arms, chilling my skin, thoughts rioting at the dream images that linger. The soft childish voice still sounding in my ears, a beautiful melody. Leaning my weight against the metal rail, breath freezing on a heavy exhale, hanging in a fine mist over the twinkle of lights as I stare out over the sleepy buzz of the city, my hair whipped into a wild tangle by incorporeal fingers, mind in playback, dragging me into a waking dream* |
| {Your absence from our mated bed is a cold void, registered even through my half-sleep. Stirring in the black satin, diamond eyes adjusting to the darkness, tracking the cold breeze to the open balcony door and your silhouette against the Caldwell night...and then I am at your back, hands resting on your bare upper arms, goosebumps under my warm palms, my lips at your neck, scenting your emotions, voice a murmured whisper} Couldn't sleep Tory? |
| *your presence at my back, an undeniable beacon that my heart responds to with a skipping beat, relaxing into the firm hold, my shoulder blades touching your chest as I absorb your comfort* No…my dreams woke me. Did I disturb you, nallum? |
| No nalla... {Folding you into the warm, strong cage of my arms, nuzzling your neck, filling my lungs with the familiar draw of your scent, lips tracing the hypnotic, swirling lines of ink in your skin} What dreams Tory? |
| *murmuring, a layer of sadness coating my words, neck exposed to your tender nuzzling* she had diamond eyes and midnight hair...she was so smart, my love...inherited your brain...*my smile is small, your arms a protective cage, securing my soul in your love, fighting to accept that the images firing my memories are probably nothing but a fantasy* |
| {Sucking in a breath, body freezing momentarily as your words sink in...the image so vivid...a tight band constricting my heart...hope a tiny glowing ember hidden somewhere deep and inaccessible, voice a cracked whisper} ...a daughter?... {And fuck if that didn't make my heart pull a three-sixty in my chest...} I'd...like that... {The words a barely audible whisper into the curve of your throat} |
| *swallowing convulsively, your words tearing into the fragile space in my heart that bleeds for what I lost* you... wouldn't mind? *banding my arms over yours, clasping you to me, craving security as my heart splinters...fuck to have her would be...my soul skips painfully, hoping, demanding I don't break again...but it is biology. To want this...* |
| {Turning you in my arms, gloved hand cupping your cheek, locking onto the shimmering emerald light in your eyes} Wouldn't mind? ...{shaking my head, the words thick with sincerity} Nalla, I won't lie...the fear of losing you would cripple me… kill me a little inside every day you carried our young...but fuck...a daughter? If she was even one tenth of the female her mahmen is...she would be...perfect, true... {Stroking my gloved thumb over your soft lips} |
| *the tears that had been brimming, overflow, spilling hot sadness, love, relief down my cheeks, biting back sobs as I measure the sincerity in your voice. Your words...my heart swells fit to bursting with the intensity of my love* you are...more than I ever dreamed of, nallum...*closing the distance between us, tear-stained lips fiercely taking yours* |
| {Crushing my mouth on yours, your tears salty on my tongue as I twine it with yours in desperation, arms a protective cage of strength around the fragile form of the love I can't shield from the cruel fates of our race's biology...and it breaks my fucking heart} Come what may nalla...you and I...we deal...together...never forget that, true... |
| We deal...together...*tears falling afresh as I melt into the desperate embrace, protected, secure, face hidden in your chest, soaking the smooth skin with my sorrow...that tiny tendril of hope that lies dormant in my heart, awaiting any sign...positive or otherwise...clinging to your broad shoulders as my tumultuous emotions storm inside me* together... |
| Always Tory... {Resting my goatee'd jaw on your head, the bite of the chill air a ragged tide in my lungs...sucking in cold... exhaling warmth...your skin cool against the lingering heat of the bed on mine...and fuck, I'd pray to the mahmen in whom I have no faith if I thought it could give you what your heart craves most...feeling the clinging grip of your hands...willing my shoulders to be broad enough to carry the heavy mantle for us both, whispering hoarsely} I love you, Tory...whatever happens...I will always love you... |
| *exhaling a ragged breath, air seeming to freeze in my lungs with the fearful prospect of both outcomes...* as I love you…we have each other...young is just the bonus right? *Clutching at the shreds of my control, pulling the torn pieces of that small memory chamber in my heart, stitching the wound closed with your love...you...deriving my strength from your body, the links binding our souls. I will not break again* I hate leaking *swiping at my tears* fucking useless to cry... |
| Your secret's safe with me Tory... {gloved fingers tilting your face up to mine, thumbs swiping at the tears staining your cheeks, a soft smile curving my lips as I dip to kiss your beautiful mouth, goatee brushing your face} It's cold out here nalla...come inside? I have something for you that might keep your mind off things, true... |
| *soft pleasured sighs on my lips as I meet your kiss with gentle brushing contact, your goatee a tickling rasp on my skin, curious as I let you lead me into the warm confines of our home...the contrast in temperature shooting a shiver down my spine, ass perching on the edge of the bed, eyes locked to the masculine beauty of your form* you have something for me? |
| {lips twitching as I loom over you, your heated stare taking in the heavy arousal at my hips, diamond eyes bright with amusement, voice deepening as I clear my throat, gloved finger stroking over one brow} Not that Tory... at least... not yet true... {reaching into the duffle bag on the floor to retrieve a large tackle box, eyes cutting back up to yours} You've been asking me to ink you since you first got here, true? {Opening the box to reveal the tattoo gun and little crystal bottles of ink} At your service, Tory... {lips curving into a grin} Just tell me what you need… |
| *startled, my eyes flicking disbelievingly between the box and you, not quite comprehending what you are offering me, or maybe that's just the arousal that swarms my brain with a buzz of excited endorphins and fiery adrenaline, pupils dilating fangs elongating to sharp points of ivory, my breath hitching in my throat* fuck...you are...*grinning wickedly* MINE...*thighs parting as my mind flashes back to the semi threat of one of our first meetings* You're going to ink me here...*running a finger down the sensitive skin of my inner thigh* whatever you want...and my lesser tally...needs adding to... |
| {Stroking my tongue down one fang, diamond eyes hooded and dark, transfixed by the split of your thighs and the seductive path of your fingers along the soft inner skin... picturing my goatee rasping along the...fuck...} Whatever I want Tory? {cocking a suggestive brow} you trust me then... {laying out the equipment beside the bed with practiced efficiency... the small crystal ink pots, gloves, needles, sterile pack, ointment...} Lesser tally...good deal. We start with that, true... {because once I'm between your thighs... no telling where we'll end up} Where Tory? {Snapping on the black latex gloves} |
| *shifting onto my stomach, mentally calculating the number of swirling vines needed, my body a sparking inferno of desire clawing for release, threatening to explode as I expose the scarred, partially inked expanse of my back to your gaze, the snap of latex, so familiar, so welcome...so hot...never before now had being inked incited this insane lust, but it does now, fighting to still the curving writhe of my hips, mentally pinning myself down* My arms are packed...I'd go with my upper back, my spine, my sides...basically anywhere free, nallum...just...err...the scars...are erm...*coughs* apparently a little...umm...hard to...*cheeks flushing with embarrassment*...err...ink over...*folding my arms under my chin, feeling the towering presence of you at my back, evoking a sharp, urgent demand for contact, for your skin on mine for...fuck...for that needle in my skin...another form of your brand laced into the macabre lesser obituaries...* well? |
| {Raking my gaze over the exposed curve of your spine, sweeping your hair from the canvas of your skin, calculating the perfect place to continue the dense swirling pattern of vines...each one an enemy vanquished... my warrior female...securing the needle and loading the gun with black ink, the motor buzzing to life in my gloved hands} I'll deal with the scars Tory but you... {a smile tugging at my lips as you writhe on the black silk} need to stay still true? Flinchers don't get the goods, feel me? {sitting on the edge of the mattress beside you, the needle poised above your skin} |
| *scoffing, my body stilling to statue-like immobility* do I look like a flincher, warrior? *eyes rolling as I settle my chin firmly on my arms, getting comfortable, anticipation, excitement, lust and desire riding me hard, skin flushing with my arousal, wishing I could watch you as you continue the pattern of death that flows over my flesh, the buzz a droning song to my ears, one of the most beautiful sounds, signalling pain, the numbing of my memories* mark me nallum... |
| No nalla... not a flincher, true... {the muscles in my jaw working a tick as my eyes take in the dense latticework of scars marring your beautiful skin... so much fucking pain...Jesus...sucking in a breath, steadying my hand, brows knitted in concentration as I put needle to your skin, penetrating down into the dermis with the black ink, deft hands working with the swirling vined pattern, replicating what is already there... the outlines just a little more perfect... the gauze in my left hand wiping away the smudges of ink on the surface of your skin as I go to work} Does it hurt Tory? |
| *the biting hum of the needle travelling through my skin is...a tickle...a nibble of pain shaping the black swirl, so used to the burn it is but an expression of my inner demons, not noticeable unless one thinks about it, and right now it is only an addition, a spiking, stinging kiss over my skin that inflames my core and floods it with slick heat, body fighting to move into the painful pleasure...fuck...my head spins with the lust that heightens my senses, the ink creeping through the layers of skin, feeling it embed in a permanent pattern, the special blend securing the pigment and fighting off the defences that destroy regular ink in a matter of weeks. My eyes flutter closed on a moan, breathing tightly controlled to minimise disturbance, heart pounding into the mattress, your form a muscled presence lighting my cells up, only intensifying the arousal that speeds along in the wake of the prickling needle* no nallum...it doesn't...hurt... |
| {shaking my head as I work the needle down over the curve of your ribs...knowing it's got to hurt like a motherfucker right on bone... not to mention the added pain of the salt in the ink, formulated to fix in the skin... no, not a flincher…struggling to maintain concentration, the air thick with the lush scent of your arousal, driving me to distraction swallowing hard and speaking over the buzz of the gun} How many Tory? |
| *fangs slicing through my lip, biting down to stop from turning and pouncing on you, my voice husky* 27...I lost count at the slaughter...plus I was eager for candy floss...*grinning* so just do whatever to indicate an undecided amount...*carefully moving my hand to stroke over a thick black thorned vine on my shoulder* like this one, for when I just... killed without taking a tally...I am your canvas, nallum...paint me...*fuck me, my mind substitutes, libido bouncing like a puppy greeting its long awaited owner, the pain triggering all kinds of primal desires...to bite, to fuck, to mark* |
| Good deal nalla... {my voice distorted by extended fangs digging sharply into my lower lip, the needle penetrating your skin evoking all the other delicious ways to penetrate you...to mark you...working one of the vines thicker, a delicate black rosebud topping the thorned stem...mopping at the ink residue on your skin with the smeared gauze...pulling back to appraise the pattern...satisfied with the result but frowning at the stinging redness of your skin} You sure you want your thighs done today Tory? {gloved fingers smearing the clear ointment over your flushed, newly-inked skin} |
| *a low purr rumbling from my throat feeling the needle wend its way over my flesh, frowning at your question, pulled from my bubble of aroused pain* yes...this is nothing *laughing softly, a swift repositioning to my tender back, eyes locking to yours as I part my legs, the skin of my back pulling, a twinge of pain* please... |
| {tongue stroking over dry lips, fangs tingling as you pull my gaze from the invitation of your parted thighs, your lush arousal a heady, drugging scent... voice deepening as I break the look to reload with ink} You did say anything true... you read Shakespeare Tory? {flipping my eyes back to your face} |
| Anything... I trust you V...*confused, thighs shifting on the silk* I love Shakespeare...what did you have in mind? *A single phrase running its letters through my head, woven into my memory...but you wouldn't possibly think of it. It's mine, not something people usually quote...My heart kicks up a notch, body electric with desire, muscles twitching* anything... |
| {Gloved thumb stroking down my goatee'd jaw} yeah...a quote...one that came to mind the first time you told me your name, true {Raising your knee and positioning myself between your thighs, the ink gun whirring back to life in my gloved hand, the needle piercing your sensitive, virgin skin...working the old English lettering with learned efficiency, the whine of the ink gun fluctuating like a car engine, revving and settling as I add subtle artistic embellishments to the design, your past, your scars, your pain coming to life on your skin as the words form 'My grief lies all within, and these external manners of lament are merely shadows to the unseen grief that swells with silence in the tohrtured soul'} |
| *my spine curves at the niggling, scratching whirr that pierces my skin, scrolling tiny characters into the unblemished easel of smooth, sensitive inner thigh, the pain a gnawing hum spanning the surface, trailing the way to the lust wet folds of my sex, the licks of thrumming agony a switch in my mind, bombarding me with spears of overwhelming arousal, my fragmenting mind deciphering the letters slowly...not enough to formulate a coherent sentence, whimpering soft* Fuck... |
| { Whipping my head up to yours, pulling back the needle as the whimper falls from your lips} Fuck nalla...I hurt you?... fuck...I'm sorry,...but it's done, true...{dabbing away the smudges of ink from your skin to reveal the finished work, gloved fingers smearing more of the ointment in a sensuous path up your inner thigh, soothing your reddened skin, my eyes drawn to the glistening juncture of your sex, body hardening instantly, my cock a heavy, aching weight between my legs, voice husky and low} Yeah...fuck... |
| *glazed eyes lifting to yours, the sudden halt of the needle breaking into the haze of pleasure pain blazing my body, so fucking aroused I can barely swallow past the need writhing hot and heavy beneath my skin, the residual burn on my back and thigh nothing compared to the bonfire raging in the clenched depths of my core, fangs glinting on a smiling purr as I watch you smooth the soothing balm over my skin, your body's reaction forcing my tongue to wet my lips, so powerful, hovering over my body* You didn't hurt me...I...fuck...you are so doing all of my ink...*tearing my attention from the steely length of your arousal, to sit up, my thigh falling to the side as I lean over your work, eyes shimmering with tears, the Old Language letters blurring, swimming in front of me...fuck...how did you...tackling you, my lips bruising on yours as the phrase that has been threaded through the very fabric of my memories comes alive on my skin, stark against the porcelain flesh, as bold as your warnings, so detailed, so perfect, so...stunningly beautiful all I can do is kiss you, a soul kiss melding our mouths, feeding you my overwhelming thanks in the soft stroke of my tongue* |
| Mmmm guessing you like it then... {Dipping my head to the curve of your throat, chuckling, a deep and seductive laugh on the sensitive skin of your neck, the underside of my erection sliding on the parting of your sex as you straddle my hips, sweet, molten velvet on my skin...fuck!!... throbbing fangs grazing down the column of your neck, a gloved finger slipping through your parted lips on a low moan} I want to be in your throat Tory... |
| *echoing your moan as your arousal glides along the slicked heat at the juncture of my thighs, my mouth watering for a taste of you, your words eliciting vivid images in my head that rise in accordance with the scratch of your fangs...but that's not what I want...not yet...grinning wickedly, hands on your chest toppling you back on the bed, my thighs split over yours as I straddle you, shifting, prowling down between your thighs with a growl, my senses flaring, each one begging for fulfilment, my eyes eating up the thick length of your cock stretching up your ripped abs, obeying the urging of my senses to satisfy....taste...my tongue flickers up the underside of your cock with lazy, fluttering laps...sound...my ears eat up your moans, the deep growling rumble as my fangs scrape gently over your sac, tongue soothing...touch...palms skimming over the hard muscle rippling up your abs as I engulf the head of your erection in the wet warmth of my mouth, lips pursed in a hard, suctioning kiss over the blunt tip, tongue flattening in firm sweeping strokes...scent...oh...that powerful dark spice rises in waves the further your cock thrusts into my mouth, the scent of your arousal hitting hard as my throat takes you deep, a vice around the velvet iron thickness embraced so tight by my mouth...sight...my eyes lock on the glowing diamond of your heated gaze as you hit the back of my throat, tensing around the sensitive tip with a purr, my curves arching between your thighs, burning with pain, desire at the sensational overload* |
| {my breath leaves me on a rush as you throw me off balance, mouth dry in anticipation, lids low, blazing diamond eyes transfixed as you stalk up my body, wild, raw sexuality, with the promise of death and seduction, flooring the accelerator of my heart, lightheaded from the pounding rush, thighs contracting to rock-hard muscle, hands gripping fistfuls of black silk}...Ahhh fuck!!!! {growling low animal sounds as your pink lips close around the pulsing head of my erection, your fangs teasing my most sensitive skin, your mouth a hot, slick, silky-soft clamp around my aching length, the purr in the back of your throat as the blunt head tips it sending chilling shivers of exquisitely erotic pleasure up my spine, triggering senses so primal they are nameless, bowing my hips up off the mattress, craving the connection} oh God Tory... |
| *the jacking of your hips sends you down the moist, tightly fisted passage of my throat, lips a gliding, hard suction on the retreat of your shaft from the clenched invitation, teeth a threatening graze over the veined thick length as I roll my tongue from base to tip in slow, sucking licks, the sensitive head rimmed with a careful slide of canines over skin, the sharp points leading the way to the hilt driving you with forceful swallowing moans back into the warm, slick, contracting embrace of my throat, my body electrified with the sheer pleasure sparking on your skin, one being as your desire, your lust blends with the hungry passion thrumming my own body with possession* |
| {thighs quaking from the sensory assault, gloved palm clutching at the slippery silk, hips gravitating toward the sensual sucking drag of flesh on flesh that has my internal wiring sparking like it's the fourth of fucking July, the deliciously torturous twist and suck routine blowing my mind, dark, lust filled eyes locked on the erotic image of my thick veined length sliding past the graze of your razor sharp fangs and the silky smooth 'O' of your beautiful mouth. Fisting your hair as though I could hold back the shuddering pleasure-pain of your fangs on my cock when instinct drives me to push every last thick inch through the soft wet cushion of your lips, eyes rolling back in my head, neck bowed back into the mattress as my body seizes up, fingers slipping from the ledge of my control...} Jesus Tory fuck!!!! {my spine curls under me, my arousal pulsing in the back of your throat as I orgasm hard, roaring your name, a screaming plea for mercy as my body surrenders to the torrent of euphoric love and possession, the primal lust pounding through my veins, seizing control of me, muscles ripped and gleaming with sweat, dark spices pumping off my skin, spine bowing back, punching my hips forward, exploding in a hot, rhythmic pulsing rush of molten pleasure, knuckles white, fisted in your hair, high on the sensory overload, tears spearing my eyes... the intimacy...the love heartbreaking in its intensity} Tory I fucking love you… |
| *eyes closing as those words whisper through the room...fuck but I love you...this...lights my soul...to bring you so much pleasure, an expression of the intense love that swims in my bloodstream, that powers the six chambers of my heart, my hand curling around the base of your cock as your hips pitch up off the bed, driving you in pumping thrusts down my throat, the slick grip on your cock a demand for your release, commanding in every sucking, nibbling lick...fuck...the mere taste of you sets my soul to vibrating in the ultimate realms of ecstasy, your climax ambrosia on my tongue, coursing down my throat with the aphrodisiac musk that spills from you in rhythmic rushes of liquid fire. When, and only when, every drop of your pleasure has been taken inside me do I force myself to release you, tongue stroking over my glistening lips, moving in stalking motions up your body to kiss you, lips, fangs and tongue devouring your mouth* you are my soul... |
| {moaning deep and low, tasting my sex on your tongue, your lips swollen and bruised on mine, my body a trembling bundle of sated muscle and dark, masculine, possessive scent, hands slipping around your small waist, guiding your hips down onto the head of my still hard erection, my mouth claiming yours in a rough stubbled kiss, the erotic taste of my arousal on your tongue stoking up another raging fire of desire, my voice throaty and guttural as I sink in, deep, powerful and slow} you are my... everything Tory… |
| Holy...sweet fuck V...*crying out softly against your lips, your thick arousal spreading the fisting slick of my core and burying into the heart of me, encompassed by the drenched, velvet walls that ache for you, filling my body with every deliciously hard inch, my newly inked thigh tender as it brushes against your hip, the skin of my back burning with the roll of my muscles, undulating, hair cascading in a riot of midnight curls to blanket us as I plant my hands either side of your head, my arching grinds riding me through the sensitised sting of the fresh tattoos and willing the door shut* |
Frustration
| MOTHERFUCKER!...{fisting the thick hilt of the hunting knife and jerking the serrated blade from my thigh with a hiss through clenched molars, blood pumping a hot crimson gush down the leg of my leathers. Gaze cutting down to my shitkicker as I extract it from the pulp of the lesser's head, the sole working against wet suction, like black, oily jello...Sloppy.Fucking.Fight.True...Mr Clean, mean, ice cold killing machine was off his game tonight...yep!...staring at the stinking, mangled corpse at my feet, limbs pointing off at unnatural angles, viscera oozing from its stomach like a gutted fish, skull split open like a goddamned melon...yeah, sloppy...true, he was my enemy, just not the enemy I was fighting tonight... truth was I'd even let the cocksucker shank me...was relishing the pain of it even now...needing to feel anything other than fear immobilising me...fuck knew my body demanded Tory like oxygen, but the sex really only rolled one way with me...controlling, getting off on vulnerability and fear...pain...begging ... what if I hurt her?...did something to jeopardise the young that might or might not be... sure as shit that was a can I didn't want to carry...not after what HE did to her... FUCK!... wishing I was a different kind of male, not trusting myself to even speak to her , let alone touch her...wiping the serrated blade off on my leathers, plunging it through the lesser's black heart...cold, impassive eyes watching as the black oily mess evaporates into thin air. If only everything in life was that fucking easy... } |
| Fuck! {Biting out the curse as the curved suture needle snaps in the flesh of my thigh, eyes darting over to the bathroom door, wishing for the first time the thing had a fucking lock. Pushing the shower damp hair from my eyes, inspecting the little row of black stitches, not exactly Martha Stewart pretty, but fuck it would do the job, true...sloppy...the frustration boring into me like some parasitic worm, pulling me tight as a high tension cable...I hadn't 'touched' Tory in days...not since she...well, not that she said it, or would say it, but that was the deal with the mind reader shit, some thoughts were just so loud and clear you couldn't help but hear them... yeah, she worried that we might jeopardise the chances...after the needing... and who could blame her, given what HE had done to her, and didn't it make me a selfish bastard to want her... sucking on the neck of the Goose bottle, staring at the puddles of blood stained leather on the bathroom floor...something had to give} |
| * the elevator ride up was...I don't think hellish is the right word, but it knotted my stomach and released giant fucking bats into it that beat their leathery wings of nervous energy with every thump of my heart. Even Starbucks hadn't helped ease the tension...why wont he touch me? What the fuck have I done? I haven't been out hunting since before the needing...the fuck in hells chance I am risking what young may or may not be...dark sexual frustration and the frustration at the closed off facade V presents me with whenever I even try to 'touch' him wrings quiet growling hums from my throat...fuck I want him...my body craves his...but...my mind...fucking thing that it is has a block...a block that ultimately fills my head with the past and swamps me with fear that I could lose...whatever...that we could lose it...slamming the now empty plastic cup on the bar and flinging my jacket on the bed, my leathers and boots following...my head snaps up and a snarling rumble emerges on barely leashed anger at the scent of blood...V's blood...if he's fucking hurt...feet carrying me with the silent tread of a predator to the bathroom, shouldering the door open gently and glaring into the blood scented space, the thin laced sutures in his thigh stark in the brilliant light* You're hurt...*well fuck...duh...* how the fuck are you hurt? |
| {diamond eyes flipping up to you as you stalk into the bathroom, anger following you like a cold draft, wrapping the black towel tighter on my hips to hide the stark evidence of my untended need... pulling up to full height... face impassive, fronting the raging frustration clawing just beneath my skin, only the tick working in my jaw betraying the tension, voice tight, ice white irises meeting your gaze head on} It's nothing, true...just a flesh wound...no BFD... |
| *lip curling in a sneer* mmhmm, suuuure...I've had enough 'flesh wounds' to know that that...*indicating the stitches with a jerk of my chin*.. is fucked up...I'm guessing...*eyes narrowing* serrated blade...and deep...how could you even...*taking a steadying breath as my anger mounts for no other reason than I want you to fucking touch me, and this wound is winding me tight* it doesnt matter...he's dead I presume? *arms folded across my breasts, eye contact lost as you stand before me, wanting to yell, scream...beg...instead the anger drains down the plughole of my need for your touch, comfort, and my voice is quiet, tremulous as fear for your safety, concern over your injury and your reactions to me overwhelm annoyance* Can I kiss you? |
| {Gloved fingers tipping your face up to meet my eyes, guilt a lead weight in the centre of my chest...sure, fighting went with the territory but truth was, I'd let that lesser stab me because I needed to feel...something... no... not something...I needed my goddamned shellan...glaring, a low growl in my throat} of course you can fucking kiss me {palming the nape of your neck and jerking your mouth onto mine} |
| *relief a wind blowing through my heart, a warm breeze of familiarity as your lips crush to mine, moaning into the kiss, my arms coming up to encircle your neck in a lock, meshing our bodies as close as our lips are fused, a flame greedily feeding off your oxygen, glowing brighter with the stroking of your tongue, my hips rolling a slow, needy grind against your lower body...fuck...this...this is what I need, you...us...yes, fuck...rising up on my tiptoes, deepening the kiss* |
| {goatee rasping your face, my tongue invading the parted invitation of your soft lips, hands sliding down to your lower back and fisting there, kissing you with fevered desperation, the hard planes of my body welded to your soft curves, the thick ridge of my arousal laying heavy along your belly, lungs drawing your scent deep inside me, voice husky} Fuck I need you... |
| *those words...my lips take a biting path along your stubbled jaw, rubbing the hard length of you in slow circles against the bared skin of my stomach, the shirt cut short to expose your name to the world, fighting not to jump the fuck out of you and take you down to the floor now...my body so alight with arousal it's like I'm hooked into the mains electricity, your touch shooting sparks over my skin* Fuck I need you too, Vishous...please just fucking...touch me...take me...love me |
| {arching my throat into your starved biting kisses, my heart pounding like a pneumatic drill under the wet sucking kiss of your mouth, the pulsing demand echoed in the aching throb of my cock against your soft skin and it takes all the self control I can muster not to crawl up inside you right here and now and pound you raw...growling in a husky pant} I need you to do something for me Tory... |
| *mumbling, your jaw and throat my own personal chew toys as I devour your scent, the salt of your skin hot on my tongue, desperate to consume you, for my fangs to pierce your vein, for you to fuck me till it hurts, so I can feel all of you, every last bit of that leashed warrior power that I've been missing, that I crave* Anything, nallum...name it... |
| I...{pulling back to lock gazes with you, voice deepening, jaw hard set} I want you to tie me down...so I know I can't hurt you... I...need this... |
| *your words sounding a gong of alarm in my head, heart constricting like some fucking anaconda has taken up residence there, fear rising at the serious glint in your eyes...I'd only ever tied to torture...nodding slowly* you're sure? |
| {fisting your hair, jerking your eyes up to mine, dark smouldering diamonds} you said anything...I need you and I need this....don't back out on me Tory...please... {gritting out the words to conceal the desperation in my voice} |
| *growling low into the breath space between us* I never back down nallum...where? The bed? *muscles twitching as I pull myself from your grasp, backing away, hands twisting as I move from the bathroom door, my arousal not diminishing in the face of your request...if this is what you need...better me than...growling...no...Don't. Go. There.* Where? Tell me. |
| {feeling the towel brush my feet as you pull away, standing naked, unselfconscious, despite the scars and the warning tatts and the fully erect sex at my hips, brushing past you, presenting the broad, muscular expanse of my carved shoulders as I pad barefoot to the rack in silence...turning...hands bracing on the edge of the table, crystal white eyes latching onto yours as I vault onto the wooden slab in a coordinated surge, swallowing hard, pecs and abs flexing. Laying back, feeling the cold, hard wood at my back, ribcage rising, falling with heavy breaths, my erection, laying rock hard up the length of my abs} |
| *tracking your movements with the dark, narrowed eyes of a hunter, my heart pounding a drumbeat in my chest at the fluid gait carrying you to the wooden contraption, the roll and coil of your muscles initiating the rush of wet heat between my thighs as you lay yourself out before me...Fuck...with slightly shaky hands my remaining clothes pool at my feet in a fall of lace and cut off cotton...approaching with hungry, nervous eyes, reaching to pull your hands up...stopping before I buckle the ties, assessing your reaction, the sight of your heavy arousal, my tongue wanting to taste* Fuck you're sure aren't you? *gnawing my lower lip, gaze running the length of your prone body, something...dark about this* |
| {eyes fixed on the black expanse of the ceiling, fear hammering in my throat, licking at my heart, a tight coil in my chest, fine tremors flickering over my muscles in the candlelight...terrified and totally fucking aroused...biting out the words on a nod, a wave of dark spices wafting up from the cold wooden rack} Very.Fucking.Sure. Tory |
| *the acrid scent of fear underlies the sweet musk of arousal, nose tingling with the strange combination, nodding, my fingers deft, practiced, strapping you down with the leather bonds, securing you...my mind bolts, abandoning me with only instinct and that soul deep craving, hands planted on your chest as I vault my body onto yours, thighs split over your hips, sex glistening with slick arousal, eyes finding yours in the dim candlelit space* you won't hurt me my love... |
| {sweat beading my forehead and chest, each hard pull on the leather restraints like a clamp of fear, vicing around my throat, suffocating me...on the verge of losing it...even as my erection kicks on my belly with anticipation... and then you are touching me, on me, all over me, your skin, the scent of your arousal familiar, reassuring, sucking in breaths through clenched teeth, fangs cutting into my lower lip, wild, wide eyes locking onto your emerald gaze, grounding myself in you, in your words, unable to speak past the constriction in my throat, a grunt escaping, nodding in affirmation} |
| *Holy...my body is raring to go...my mind, absent before, pops back online to take stock of the fear, to growl its fiery hatred for what they did to you...for such a male to be tied and...vulnerable to those...monsters...my snarl is a living thing leashed by a thin chain of self control...how dare they fuck up MY male...leaning over to tongue the sweat from your forehead, to soothe the strained lines in your face, hips inching back on a slow rock to caress your erection with the slick fire of my arousal, nails secure, locking into your skin as I whisper* He's dead...they're dead...only I'm here...*guiding the blunt head with a circle of my hips through the resisting clench of my core, encompassing you in the soaking walls of aroused, quivering flesh, embedding you deep on a low moan of passionate love* |
| Oh fuck!! {crying out as you slide the swollen wet flesh of your sex up the underside of my cock, blood running hot and cold, terror and primal lust roaring in my veins, but I need this more, I need you more, need to know I can't hurt you ...Oh God! Moaning deep in my throat as you feed the thick length of my cock, inch by aching inch, into the vicing velvet channel of your sex, your arousal slicking my shaft, impaling yourself deep, fusing our bodies, my hips jacking up off the rack, muscles straining against the leather restraints, knowing that without them I'd be all over you in a heartbeat like a ravenous feral animal, growling the words} Fuck yes Tory...more... |
| *all too willing to oblige the growl, nails scoring the flesh of your chest as I arch my back, hips riding in a fall and rise pound, the knifing thrusts of your body threatening to dislodge me, grinding wild undulations on your tensing form, the chains restraining you singing a metallic beat as your hips kick up, the leather cuffs biting into your skin as I watch the muscular tense and release beneath me, hair loose and flaying my back and ass with the silk strands, the hard curving of my back driving the constricting strokes to a frenzy of clenched core, drowning arousal, heart hammering to the beat of my hips slapping down on yours...Oh fuck!!! Thinking I should be the one restrained as the beast howls for freedom, demanding I claw, bite, take you with rough authority...desperately trying to slow myself, raking my nails deep in your chest, clutching you to me* Fuck...I can't...hold on... |
| {moaning desperately as you drill down hard on my erection, my hips swiveling, pushing up to meet the grinding pound of your sex on mine, the chains creaking as I fight the bindings, pecs pumping, abs flexed, sheened with sweat, emotion desperate love and raw, erotic hunger coursing through my system as you ride me, your sinuous, writhing curves exquisite in the candlelight, your hair cascading around my thighs, the ends whipping my skin, thick waves of dark spice flooding the room, snarling, knifing up off the rack as you score your claws down my chest, fangs drawing blood as I bite down hard on my lower lip, eyes, glowing bright diamond under hooded lids, locked on yours as my body begins to spasm in the cage of your thighs} Fuck!!!! |
| *the animalistic sounds and the violent surges of your body tip me over with all the grace of a truck on ice, spinning in a free fall of lust, daggers of desire stabbing my core, my heart, impaling myself on your iron erection to the hilt, the wet drag of arousal grabbing at the shaft with each twisting gyration, winding you deeper into the fiery channel as my climax rushes in pools of slick release to immerse you in the feral ecstasy that short circuits my system, the animal uncaged and free to howl its pleasure, rearing back, fangs bared* Fuck I need in you, V...Come for me...*the ivory blades shoot further from my jaw, piercing the arched column of your throat on a loud snarl* |
| Tory!! {Screaming your name at the violent penetration of your razor sharp fangs, my orgasm punching through me, a brutal and savage assault on my body and mind, delirious, unhinged by ecstasy, drunk on the sensual overload, cock kicking deep inside you, pumping my release, molten sex filling you, drowning you in the mark of my possession, muscles jerking off the hard, unyielding surface of the rack, the restraints pulled to breaking point, hardcore, unfettered pleasure wracking my body in great shuddering tremors} fuck Tory... |
| *ripping the elongated canines from the stubbled skin of your throat, more a mark than for sustenance, needing the connection, your blood inside me as deeply as your cock, the jolting jets of your release spilling into the welcoming embrace of my core, milking the hot rushes from your body with the tremoring that rides my muscles with a whole load of 'oh fuck, I'm breaking apart', tears burning wet in my eyes as I unfurl my bloody fingers from your skin, palms flush to your pecs, holding your heartbeat in my hand, voice immobilised, breath catching on small gasps* |
| {my heart a heavy drumbeat in your palm, pulsing in the bloody gouges on my pecs, sweat slicked skin shivering with the intensity of my release, bright eyes meeting yours as you pull back from my throat, your hair falling in a black curtain around us, intimate not exposed, despite the rack and the restraints, ribs heaving as I speak in a low gravelled whisper} God I missed you...I fucking love you Tory, my shellan, my soul...{dark spices pouring from my flushed skin} |
| *fingers trembling as I release the bonds, flicking them off your wrists and lifting your hands to my hips, moaning at the skin on skin contact, the callused friction of your palms on the unscarred, smooth curves, consoling me, nodding like an idiot, the bite of tears hidden by the stray strands of hair that fall to conceal us as I take your lips gently* as I love you, Vishous...my hellren, my fucking everything...*the soft pads of my fingers following the bloodied indentations in your chest* sorry...I got...carried away...*the blush crawling red heat into my cheeks* |
| {my aching limbs suddenly weightless, freed from the binds, hands trembling as you press them to your skin, a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth, shaking my head, growling low} don't fucking apologise nalla...it was...incredible, true {gloved knuckles stroking down your flushed cheek, willing the door to close} |
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