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Post by Gabriel on Jul 3, 2017 7:25:52 GMT
Despite his best intentions not to look again, Gabriel couldn't stop his gaze from returning to the imitation of Damian in the mirror. His father had always been entrancing, mesmerising - a fullblood Bardic Golem, he'd had exceptionally powerful bardic magic along similar lines to Gabriel's own. Gods, he'd spent so many years utterly compelled by the man, hating him more than he'd ever hated anything but unable to break the spell. It had taken walking in on Damian nearly scalping his mother, provoked to a rare level of fury even for him, before Gabriel had been able to defy the older Golem. The Damian in the mirror was covered in his own blood from the wounds Gabriel had given him in their final fight, but the blood on his hands and forearms was Katerina's.
"I know. I know it's not really him." And yet he couldn't look away as the image of Damian taunted him about Sebastian, his brother's pale dead face floating over the front of the image. The living Damian had never actually done this - had barely bothered to acknowledge Sebastian's existence, actually, and had been indifferent to Gabriel's closeness with his younger brother. Gabriel thought Damian probably had no idea what losing Sebastian had meant to him - his father had been far too self-absorbed to bother trying to understand his younger son, or anything about Gabriel beyond the violence and bloodlust he was determined to nurture in his protege. Still, the mannerisms were right, exactly how Gabriel remembered. He went over these memories in his darker nightmares often enough that he wished he didn't have to go over them in his waking hours too.
So it was a relief, more so than Gabriel had expected, when Hadjara reached into the mirror and pulled out the thing that had shown him those memories. He stayed quiet while she dealt to it, flicking an impassive gaze over the dead children in the reflection. Gabriel had seen enough dead children already today, he had no emotion left for Hadjara's vectors. Now he just felt...numb. He should have expected this from the Shadow world. Horrible, hateful place. Shaking his head to try and rid himself of the coldness that had settled in his chest, Gabriel glanced back at Hadjara when she grinned, expression still blank, complexion improving but still faintly grey.
"Okay, yes. Time to go...where to?"
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Post by Hadjara Astaeldr Er on Jul 3, 2017 9:41:10 GMT
Hadjara stood on her toes, bouncing a little as she stared up at his face. This was bad. She turned to smoke and reformed on his other side looking even more anxious. Her tail stuck nearly straight up and her wings were folded tight into her back as she made a whining noise.
“Do ya want me ta destroy his place? Would that make ya feel better?” Hadjara wasn't sure how else to make him feel better. He liked destruction though, didn't he? “Cause I can do that. We'd have to fuckin' split but I can rip this pace to shreds if you want me to.”
She took his head again, tentative this time in case he wanted to pull away. She wasn't good at this sort of thing. Gabriel's emotions were baffling at the best of times but usually he seemed inclined to be in a good mood, at least whenever she was with him so she didn't know how to get him to cheer up again.
“Do ya want a story? I can find music too. Uh-um. D-do ya want me ta give ya space? We do actually gotta get outta here, though. As soon as possible, c'mon.”
She wanted to tell him that the things here would try to make him obsessed to make him never leave so they could make him waste away. That he shouldn't put too much thought into what they showed him. But that was the problem wasn't it? She had underestimated how much he did care and Hadjara didn't really know enough about him to tell him to be callous. And she really didn't know that much about him, did she? She knew so much less than she needed to know to help.
Hadjara led him back to the door but froze as soon as she passed into the round room with the stairs.
Security was swaying slightly as it shambled forward, already come to investigate the damaged property. This part of it looked like a person, mostly. It was dressed in a faded, comically oversized overalls and a plain colored shirt with a bowtie that probably would have matched the wild colors of its pants if it wasn't so stained. It had been wearing gloves, she thought, but it's skin had torn through the fingers so they hung like bracelets around its wrists and drifted with each shamble forward. It was armed, unfortunately. It's hands had been melted and fused with two batons and Hadjara didn't want to find out what it could do with them.
It was keeping its head down, focused on dragging its over sized shoes one step at a time but it stopped when it sensed someone before it. It swayed in place for a moment before it raised its head and stared.
The security's face had, at one point, been painted to look like an exaggerated expression of delight with a huge grin and rosy cheeks but now it was smeared from long-gone tears and grease. It had eyes once probably but security had found them lacking, it seemed, as both had been dug out and replaced with a security camera clumsily jammed into the gaping hole in its forehead. For a moment it did nothing before it groaned and made a choking noise. Slowly it opened a toothless mouth and mechanical oil boiled out from between its lips. It still did its damn best to speak, though. Whoever it had been before being added to the force must have been damn tenacious.
“inFormATion:
A ruLe hAS bEen broKEn.
propERtY Was damAGeD.”
“Play along and look happy,” Hadjara hissed out of the corner of her mouth without taking her eyes off the security. She bristled indignantly and puffed out her chest as she put her hands on her hips. “WHAT kind of establishment do you THINK you're running here!?” She demanded.
“thIS reActioN is nOt protocol.”
“EXCUSE ME?” Hadjara said so loudly the room nearly shook. “This place is a health hazard! You'll be lucky if I don't file a complaint with your superior! Did you just glue those mirrors against the walls? One nearly fell over on top of us! And you're worried that it could have been damaged? What kind of place do you think you're running?”
“rulES sTAtE tH-”
“How dare you? You know what I will find your superior just to complain about your disrespect.”
“Uh. Ma'am there's no need to-” it said, suddenly sounding very confused.
“Are you telling me what to do?”
“N-no?”
“Good! Because we're leaving,” Hadjara said. She just about dragged Gabriel around security as she power walked down the stairs and back into the maze that led out. “We need to get 30 feet away before we're out of radius but don't run – that's against a rule too, I think,” she told Gabriel without looking at him.
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 4, 2017 6:52:21 GMT
Half lost in thought, it took Gabriel a moment to respond to Hadjara when she offered to tear the place to shreds. The whole fun house, he wondered idly, or just the things in the mirrors? When he finally registered her meaning properly, though, his gaze refocused and he shook his head urgently. His distress had unsettled Hadjara, he realised, and she seemed on the brink of doing something - anything - to try and make it better.
“What? No, you don’t have to do that. It’s…it’s fine. Fine.” She was cycling through everything she could think of, everything she thought he would like, and Gabriel was not too distracted to appreciate the effort. In fact, he was touched. He interwove his fingers through hers when she took his hand and offered a smile - a little wan, perhaps, but a smile nonetheless.
Getting out of here was suddenly very appealing, though. Gabriel seemed to come back into himself all of a sudden, pulling away from that grey world of memory the mirror had sucked him into, back to a maudlin but living present.
“Let’s get out of here then.” His voice was less drifting and distant too; it was an effort, but he was more himself with each passing moment. Despite the maze below Gabriel thought he could remember the way, saw no reason they couldn’t be back under the perpetually overcast skies of the Shadow world in moments, and he followed Hadjara down the hallway towards the exit without resistance - so much so that he nearly walked into her when she suddenly froze. Teal eyes snapped upwards to find…security, he supposed? Hadjara had mentioned there was security, and then she’d broken the mirror.
It didn’t look like anything to be overly concerned with. Gabriel could see, he guessed, the horror-like elements of it - the juxtaposition of bright and decayed, the crude goriness of the camera jammed into its face. He didn’t recognise the point of its face paint and clothing though, having no frame of reference to compare it with from Litharia or the Dream Land. He thought perhaps it had been a kind of performer. Or, at least, its body had. Gods only knew what gave it animation now. Objectively, though, Gabriel did not automatically register the thing as a threat. It was slow, shambling and uncoordinated. It had club-things on its hands but these were not worrisome weapons in his experience. The Daemon Lord said nothing though - as with most things in the Shadow world he deferred to Hadjara’s judgment and she seemed relatively wary of security. Probably more threatening than it seemed, then.
So when she told him to play along, he did. Arms folded, expression relaxed, any remaining hint of Gabriel’s unease evaporated. Acting, that was something he could do and do well. His gaze flickered between Hadjara and security as the tiny Daemoness puffed up in indignation and started yelling at the monster in unintelligible gibberish. Her tone was pretty clear, though, so Gabriel arranged his features into an expression of mild annoyance and detached disdain. He couldn’t follow any of the content of the conversation but he could pinpoint the exact second the security’s tone changed from authoritative to confused. A chink in the armour, and all Hadjara needed. Gabriel allowed himself to be towed around the creature, walking quickly to keep pace with Hadjara and not daring to glance back at it.
“Okay? You didn’t tell me where we’re going though. Do we just have to leave the funhouse, or the whole park?”
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Post by Hadjara Astaeldr Er on Jul 4, 2017 10:03:09 GMT
Hadjara almost jumped out of her skin as a light flickered on in a booth advertising candy as they passed, and a slimy figure much like the one in the ticket booth appeared. It swayed a little and Hadjara grew wary as she realized that they were still being watched. She tightened her hand around Gabriel's and walked a little faster. “We don't gotta leave,” Hadjara said, “security's got eyes on us now an' they gonna know if we break anymore rules. But, uh, y'know . . .” She stopped abruptly without letting go of his hand. “we can leave. There's building all over the place, we can find one that looks fun ta explore. There's all kinds a weird shit lyin' 'round.”
She pressed her lips into thin line and finally said, “sorry. I like this place but I don't think I shoulda brought ya with me.” She turned so she was standing in front of him, facing him and she buried her face into his bare chest. Sh really was bad at this, wasn't she? Gabriel wouldn't like to know it but Malak was actually far more socially adept than her – she just did the opposite of what he suggested and she got along well with Gabriel. Just about everyone she wanted to charm, really.
An idea occurred to her then, and she stepped back and grinned up at him. Their species mood swings worked for the best sometimes.
“Oooorrrrrrr, y'know Mal ain't in me right now. We could always get outta here and have sex.” Best way to cheer him up, honestly. "There's a ride called 'tunnel of love' an I think it's for fuckin' on."
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 5, 2017 6:57:15 GMT
Gabriel considered it for a moment. Did he want to leave? He wasn’t sure he liked the park much, but he couldn’t say he’d like anywhere else in the Shadow world any better. Despite the mysterious security, the thing in the candy booth that made Hadjara jump, and a mirror that held the closest representation of Damian he’d seen in three hundred years, Gabriel didn’t think he felt particularly differently about the park than when he’d first walked in, and he definitely didn’t feel any warmer towards anything outside of the park. Stay, go...what did it matter, really?
He stopped when she did, mostly because she was still holding his hand and she halted so abruptly he was tugged sharply backwards. Pausing in the middle of the bereft, decaying park he breathed deeply, the flow of soot-stained air deep into the lungs a way to soothe frazzled nerves, and when Hadjara leaned into his chest he pulled her closer and rested his chin on the top of her head. She was a lot shorter than him, making her just the right height for this - a comforting reality. For a moment Gabriel closed his eyes, inhaling her familiar scent and trusting that he could switch off some of the alertness of his senses to try and regain equilibrium.
“How were you to know what we’d find here? I asked you to show me the mirrors. I’m fatally curious, always have been.”
He did not blame Hadjara for what had happened in the slightest. In classic fashion for him, he’d pushed boundaries that had not needed to be pushed, simply because he wanted to, and sometimes that paid off with interesting outcomes or opportunities or experiences, but other times you ended up regretting it. Anyway, though it had been an unwelcome experience, Gabriel wasn’t totally sure he really regretted it anyway. He suspected that if he’d left that room without looking under a covered mirror that itch of curiosity would still be bothering him…the what if, the nagging idea that he’d missed an opportunity. Stupid. Sometimes he thought it was amazing he hadn’t been killed years ago, like the proverbial cat.
And while Hadjara seemed deeply uncomfortable with the reaction he’d had to seeing Damian again, she was better than she realised at drawing him back out of the fog. He laughed out loud when she suggested having sex, eyes glittering with amusement as he leaned back slightly to look down at her.
“Are you seriously telling me that in this park you get in trouble for breaking some stupid mirror but are allowed to have sex on the rides?” He took her hand again, and the implied answer to her question was, of course, ‘lead the way’.
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Post by Hadjara Astaeldr Er on Jul 5, 2017 10:38:22 GMT
“Gabriel, it's called The Tunnel of Love, what else could it possibly be for? 'Sides, I ain't never seen no security there, I think the operator of that one ain't been incorporated, or at least if it has it ain't let no cameras in. We can pretty much do whatever we want in there.”
She looked around for a second before she picked a new direction and made a beeline for the ride in question.
Rides jittered to life as the passed, begging for any kind of attention but Hadjara didn't so much as turn her head. After a while, and much to her relief, they encountered fewer and fewer signs of security and by the time they reached the ride there were none to be found. Tension fell from Hadjara's wings and she let them relax a little as she strode confidently to the ride.
It was still pink, for the most part.
Sunk into the ground was a small artificial river of sorts, although now it was filled with something that wobbled like jello rather than water. On the 'water' sat a single boat shaped like a large heart that was lower in the front than the back, making a sort of protective shell around the cushioned bench set in the middle. Not exactly ideal but hell, they had used an alleyway wall before and this was probably cleaner. Hadjara jumped up the the stand with the control panel beside the ride and fiddled with a few buttons before she turned her whole arm to smoke and jammed it into the controls. The electronics sputtered and groaned before the ride lit up. The heart-shaped entrance to the tunnel glowed a sleazy neon pink as the mechanics meant to push the fake river water churned to life. The jellied surface was harder to push and it took a minute before it was strong enough to push the boat over the surface.
“There we go!” She grinned, clearly pleased with herself. She withdrew her arm from the controls and it reformed as she did so until she had both her hands on her hips. “Never was able ta get none of the rides workin' before, guess I ate enough since then.” Hadjara rolled her shoulders before she turned on her heel and burst into smoke, reforming a moment later with her arms around Gabriel's shoulders and her legs around his hips.
When she grinned again it was with a mouthful of fangs and she ran a claw under his jaw bone - just barely hard enough to leave a red mark. She didn't actually kiss him, showing a very rare restraint, but she was still close enough that their noss almost touched. “It ain't real water so it shouldn't make ya uncomfortable, right?” Hadjara asked, although it was clear she wanted him on the boat either way.
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 6, 2017 6:51:14 GMT
Gabriel frowned, not sure if he agreed with her reasoning.
"I don't know that they meant the name to be literal..." It was a token resistance, though, and he allowed himself to be towed in the direction of the suggestively named Tunnel ride. It wasn't like he wanted to turn her down, after all - quite the opposite, and maybe even this creepy post-apocalyptic park wasn't enough to kill the mood for him. He also quite liked the idea of going somewhere without surveillance, because although he didn't have the same innate understanding of the inner workings of Fun Land that Hadjara seemed to have, he couldn't shake the unpleasant feeling of being watched.
He was tentative as he followed Hadjara inside, turning his head each way as they entered so he could inspect this fresh horror. The ride was so...pink. Neon pink. While he waited for Hadjara to do whatever she was doing with the controls Gabriel leaned out over the ride slightly to inspect the 'river', which reminded him uncomfortably of the gluey substance that rose to the top of a pot when a cheap cut of meat was boiled. He spent several moments silently surveying the room and trying to decide if there was any way to interpret what had been going on in the minds of the people who built this place. No, no there was not, he decided. This was quite possibly the single ugliest room he'd ever been inside of in his entire life.
"Is this supposed to be romantic?" Gabriel asked incredulously, as the ride finally whirred to life. The river started moving and he instantly felt slightly nauseated. Tunnel of Love, heart shaped boat, pink everywhere...he could only assume that was what had been aimed for. And he was pretty sure it wasn't just the dystopian wear on everything in the park that rendered the ride unsettling. He was pretty sure it had been appallingly tacky the day it had been built.
There was something about having Hadjara pressed to him, teasing in her usual way, that never failed to make him feel better though. Momentarily distracted from the neon pink he grinned, fangs lengthening slightly in an instinctive response to her touch.
"It's cute that you think the lack of water would make this less uncomfortable for me," he laughed, but he stepped onto the boat anyway. When in Rome, right? Gabriel was less in the mood for restraint and he kissed her urgently, toying with her lower lip, as he found his feet, stopping only when the lurch of the boat moving down the nightmare jelly river caused him to need to open his eyes and regain his balance.
"Right, you'd better start distracting me from the feeling I'm getting that this ride likes us being here. I swear to God, if I get eaten by anything and die in the world's tackiest love boat, I'm coming back as a ghost to haunt you."
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Post by Hadjara Astaeldr Er on Jul 7, 2017 6:55:36 GMT
“Oh no, this ain't romantic. I don't really think nobody ever thought it was. 'Sides . . . y'ain't got a romantic bone in ya body. Or if ya do I ain't never seen it.” She winked at him. Hadjara wasn't being serious, but she wasn't really joking either. From what she had seen of other people being romantic involved romance which she wasn't really sure Gabriel was capable of, unless that was what he considered violently clawing at each other in a fancy velvet bed. “But no one's gonna watch us and y'all always get hung up on that.”
She pressed against him, grinding her hips as she finally kissed the small cut she made on his jaw. An enthusiastic purr bubbled up in her throat while she kissed his, and she caught a handful of his hair and carelessly tugging it so she could get a better angle against his shoulder. He didn't feel anything so it wasn't like it mattered – but she knew he would certainly feel the lip shaped bruises all across his neck.
Hadjara grinned at his comment about the water and she leaned back as far as she could without actually detaching her legs from around his waist. “I'm almost completely positive that there's not a damn way I'd getcha in that boat if there was water in that river.” She nuzzled his jaw and purred louder as she ground her hips in closer. With a languid and fluid twist her tail slid up into his inner thigh and tightened around his skin, undoubtedly leaving another dark bruise across his skin.
Despite how comfortable she was on water, even Hadjara stumbled a little as the boat lurched forward suddenly. She grabbed at his bicep when she staggered, but she got to her feet just as the little boat drifted into the neon pink mouth of the tunnel. Inside was just about as tacky as anyone would have expected. A plain looking tunnel shambled together and painted an off white, but the whole place was lit by soft neon lights glowing from under the 'water'. There was graffiti on the walls but even that was tacky, mostly stuff declaring that couples loved one another, and a few that had been scribbled out after an ugly break-up, if all the dirty words and implications of sleeping around was anything to go by.
“Ain't nuthin' gonna eatcha.” She could not, however, claim that the ride was excited about their presence. She kinda got that feeling too but that still didn't change the fact that she wanted to get into his pants. And speaking of.
Hadjara swiped the front of his belt with her claws and sliced it neatly and she ran her hands over his hips as she pulled it away. But before she tore off his clothes entirely she peeled off her own shirt so they were both bare chested. “So!” She said brightly, “whatcha want me ta do first?”
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 7, 2017 9:49:57 GMT
Gabriel laughed; she was right, obviously. And their usual teasing banter was doing wonders for chasing away whatever grey ghosts still clung to his psyche.
"Romantic is boring," he announced, growling under his breath when Hadjara's claws tangled in his hair and she pulled his head to the side. Without the ability to feel pain the main sensation was heat - searing, burning against overwrought skin, a trail of fire left by bruising lips. His throat would bear the bruises later but all he knew was pleasure and he closed his eyes, lengthening claws leaving red marks where he gripped her hips.
"You mean that sad thing with the machine jammed in his face won't be coming along? I can't imagine why anyone would prefer that." Sarcasm, more teasing, a playful grin.
Gabriel paused to look around as the ride descended into the tunnel part of the contraption it was named for. His eyes were bright, expression easy and relaxed - a stark change from earlier. Adequately distracted, it seemed, Hadjara's plan working nicely. It was hard to keep imagining Damian while being assaulted by so much pink in his visual field. It was hard to think about anything, especially with Hadjara undressing him. Gabriel smiled, then frowned.
"Wait, hold up, hold up. I'm stuck here for at least a day. Nudity is fine in Litharia, preferable even, but I do not need to be stuck in this wasteland with no pants, thanks very much." Gabriel caught both of Hadjara's wrists in one hand and finished undressing with the other, keeping a suspicious eye on her throughout as he stashed what had survived her claws away under the seat. They both habitually tore each other's clothes off in times like this, but Gabriel did not need the extra complication of not having any replacement clothing if, say, a fight came along. Or Malak. Anything, really. All going well they'd wile away a good chunk of his sentence here on this hideous pink boat but he wasn't counting on it.
That done, Gabriel's smile returned and he immediately abandoned the rare moment of self-restraint to step closer to Hadjara, tilting her head up with one claw under her chin as he did so. His other hand ran the length of her waist, dragged teasing claws over the small of her back.
"Surprise me."
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Post by Hadjara Astaeldr Er on Jul 8, 2017 6:10:20 GMT
“Then this ain't a problem!” Hadjara said cheerfully. It wasn't romantic, he wasn't romantic, she was ready to climb on top of him . . . perfect! Everybody was happy!
“Oh that one's assigned to the funhouse, so it couldn't show up here anyway,” Hadjara said, “it would be somethin' that'd already be in here.”
She laughed when he complained about the possibility of being trapped naked. “Well damn, Gabriel, there's clothes here too! I could always find somethin' else t fit ya.” She still waited with her hands on her hips as he shed his clothes and hid them under the seat. She turned her head up easily under his touch and she slid her hands over his bare hips, her touch light and feathery. At least it was for a moment. Then her claws dug in.
“Oh? But what surprises ya, Gabriel?” She asked.
She pressed against him harder, hooking her tail around his thigh as she pushed him back. Back and into the sloping edge of the boat. It wasn't exactly lying down, but just about as close as they could get in the boat. “I kinda wondered what'd this be like,” she purred. She reached out and held both his wrists in one hand, and when she took it a way a small, glowing white band made of several tiny crocodile sprites had formed, keeping his wrists tied together. “Y'all always wanna get me pinned . . .” She sat up on his lap, grinding against his waist. “I kinda see the appeal.”
She kissed him hard, biting his lips hard enough to draw blood and kissing him harder still before she sat back up and licked her lips clean. Her tail slid down around his knees, tying them together as she ran the fingers of one hand down the hard bones of his hips, gently trailing her fingers over his skin lower and lower as she leaned forward and kissed his collar bone now, leaving trails of bruises that declared that for now at least, he belonged to her.
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 8, 2017 22:57:43 GMT
Gabriel raised a brow.
"Sometimes I think when you say things like that you intend to be reassuring." It was genuinely amusing how much the brightness of her tone, and casual cheerfulness with which she said things like 'it would be somethin' that'd already be in here', failed to gel with the actual words. In anyone else it would have been suspicious or even irritating, but because he knew Hadjara didn't have any ability to deceive, it was an endearing, if confusing, trait.
"Um, I've seen what the weirdos around here like to wear. If you think I'm getting into that bright oversized suit a' la machine face, you can think again." He could feel the blood well under her claws when he suggested she surprise him, but that wasn't in the least bit surprising. Nevertheless, as always, it was enough to turn his smile into a blatantly suggestive smirk. He watched her face, intrigued, as he allowed himself to be pushed backwards into the boat - damn thing was too small, why would they build some dirtily named ride and not give people adequate space? Idiots. But he was grinning, surprised indeed, when Hadjara effectively tied him up. A token effort to test the bonds was quickly stifled by a kiss that left blood staining his lips. Eyes half closed, Gabriel waited to see how she took advantage of the situation she'd created. He wasn't disappointed.
"I don't think it was the Shadow world that made you this kinky," he observed, abdominal muscles tense under Hadjara's ministrations, which had him stretched slightly uncomfortably but very enjoyably nonetheless over the hard bottom of the boat.
"I think that was probably all me." Unable to use his hands, his claws, unable to even his her unless she deigned to lean close enough, Gabriel resorted to his only remaining weapon, catching her gaze and flooding her mind with as many explicit images as he could conjure up in about thirty seconds. All kinds of options, all of them set in this ridiculous boat, many of which featured him still tied and pinned.
"You have me at your mercy, Jara. You like it?"
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Post by Hadjara Astaeldr Er on Jul 9, 2017 10:09:51 GMT
“Gabe, ya think I would stick around ya near as much as I do if I didn't like stuff kinky?” Her breathing was getting lower, more ragged and gently she brushed his hair from his face. “But ya always like havin' all the control. An' I like that, don't get me wrong. But this feels good, too.” It felt amazing.
Her pupils dilated and her breathing hitched as he filled her head with all kinda of things. And oh they were such delicious things. It made her want to rip him to pieces. She kissed him again, less teeth and more tongue now as her hands moved up to trail the outline of his chest and bones. He couldn't touch her in response and that made a shudder run up her spine.
Hadjara broke off the contact quickly before she got to her feet, standing over him with her feet planted on either side of him. With a casual ease she slipped her tail under her pants before she slid them down her legs, stepping carefully out them before she dropped them inside the boat. She was very nearly naked now, and almost tauntingly she snapped her thumbs under either side of her panties and sliced them with her claws. She went down to her knees again, sitting on his stomach as she twisted her underwear into something like a cord before she leaned in close and slid it into his mouth. The wet part, that had been on her groin and she tied the sliced bits behind his head so it wouldn't fall out.
“I know that's a taste ya don't mind,” she laughed.
Hadjara slid herself off his chest and back between his legs. Slowly, tauntingly, she slid her hands under one of his knees and raised his leg up before she kissed it the softer skin inside his knee. Then kissed again a little further and a little harder. The another, then another until the last kiss in his upper thigh that was more of a bite into tender skin because gods did she want to hear him moan her name around his gag. She could imagine no sweeter sound.
With a sigh she sat up again and took both legs under his knees, pushing them back into a position that was just right before she straddled him again. She didn't sit down, not yet at least. She moved so his head was pressed between her her wet lips but not truly inside her and stopped, frowning.
“Y'know what?” she said, “I don't think I've ever heard ya say please before. Wanna change that for me?”
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 10, 2017 9:02:41 GMT
Gabriel smirked.
"Are you implying that you're only interested in me for the sex? Way to make a guy feel used," he replied, in a way that suggested she was welcome to go on using him as much as she liked. He loved her reaction to his magic, and his gaze was searingly intense as he watched her face spell out her arousal, hardly even blinking. He closed his eyes when she kissed him though, teasingly over his chest and collarbone, making his breathing hitch. Not seeing made the sensations more intense, heightened by not knowing where her lips would brush next, though his eyes snapped open when she stood up.
Now this would a view he could appreciate. Gabriel's eyebrows shot up when Hadjara gagged him - kinky, indeed! He watched her again, falling quiet and still except for the rapid rise and fall of his chest, until her teeth on the sensitive skin of his inner thigh caused him to arch his back, tilting his head back and groaning into the gag, claws lengthening until they cracked through the bottom of the boat. The tendons and muscles in his neck, shoulders and chest were tense, straining, his breath hitching...Gods it was tempting to cheat. Gabriel wanted to touch her, and while he didn't throw all his effort at testing the bonds because it was more fun to not know, his telekinesis would add a fun element. He had a feeling Hadjara wanted full control though, to hold all the power for once, so with effort the Daemon Lord caught his breath and gritted his teeth, forcing himself to wait. Their pheromones were heavy in the air and Hadjara's were just about sending him crazy. He hoped she appreciated the effect she was having because he was so goddamned hard that it hurt.
Gabriel growled at first, when she stopped. A flash of heat went through his eyes, turning the iris to orange flame for half a second, but his expression was amused as his eyes flickered downwards to indicate she'd gagged him to stop him speaking and was now asking him to say please. Would telepathy count as cheating too? Maybe, but he didn't think he had enough self-restraint left to hold back, and maybe giving her what she asked for would make up for it.
You want me to beg? Because I could do that. An image, brief but suggestive, went along with this statement in her head. Even telepathically his voice was husky, strained.
Please?
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Post by Hadjara Astaeldr Er on Jul 11, 2017 11:57:25 GMT
“Oh, absolutely. I woulda ditched ya yeeeeears ago if ya wasn't built.” She brushed his lips with her thumb as she spoke, tracing the marks her fangs had left behind. “If I find a better lookin' man than you, y'all gonna be history.” She was teasing. Obviously there wasn't another man as pretty as he was.
The smell and feel of him was so utterly fascinating, it was like nothing else existed. Hadjara wanted to bite and scratch every inch of his skin. She settled for bracing a hand against his throat and letting her claws curl around his skin, so close that if he turned his head even a little she would cut him. He was so beautiful, and he was prettier scratched up and bruised. If she could write in a language he could read she would claw her name across his chest so everyone would see it. Although, not like he would even know.
With her free hand she scratched at his chest, deep cuts at random but in a distinct pattern until she wrote out:
حدجرا
There. She leaned down and kissed her name softly, figuring she would only bother to tell him what it was if he asked.
Hadjara's eyes stretched wide when he said please, before a wide grin spread across her face and her tail started wagging in a way that entirely lacked allure of any sort. “Hot damn, I didn't think I'd getcha ta say that,” she said gleefully.
Still, she had enough self control to sit down as slow as possible, squeezing the muscles in her cunt every quarter inch she sank down. His body burned like coals, and when she gasped her breath steamed out between her lips. Hadjara took her hand from his throat and rested it on his hip bone as her tail slithered around his thigh and coiled tight. Her other hand trailed over the strong muscles of her own stomach, trailing up to her breasts as she rocked against him. Slowly, at first, then faster and rougher as she found a pace she liked.
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 12, 2017 6:25:43 GMT
There was no pain as Hadjara’s claws sunk into his chest, carving her name there like a brand. Gabriel couldn’t tell what she was doing, his position putting him at the wrong angle to observe even if he had been able to read it, but he guessed it was some kind of mark of possessiveness because that’s what he would have done. No pain didn’t mean no sensation though - there was pressure, heat, the liquid trail of bright red blood dripping over silver skin that burned almost pleasurably. Gabriel was not a masochist - he was pretty sure you needed the ability to feel pain to qualify - but his lack of pain sensation allowed other sensations to dominate when he was injured, and those sensations were pleasurable in a unique way only a Golem would appreciate. He stayed as still as he could throughout, her claws at his throat another kind of restraint. When she kissed her handiwork and stained her lips with his blood, he thought she had never looked more striking.
Gabriel knew this kind of restraint and pliability was rare for him. It also wasn’t easy to give, so he smiled around the gag at how much enjoyment Hadjara seemed to be getting from it. The very fact that he was so infrequently anything but demanding, controlling and domineering made this uncommon trade of power all the more intense and he was gratified by the ultimate reward - Hadjara unravelling as she explored this rare aspect of their relationship. He might have his wrists tied, be pinned and gagged, but there was a new kind of power for him, too, in getting to watch her take control and own it completely.
He purposefully hadn’t flexed his full strength against the sprites before now, unsure of how much effort Hadjara would have to put into maintaining them if he really tried to break free and not wanting it to become a distraction, but it was getting harder not to brace against the restraint in an instinctive way as he, too, unravelled. He was panting as she lowered herself, exquisitely slowly, and he had to shut his eyes to avoid telekinetically dragging her on to him faster, further. They flickered back open though and he watched her ride him with the kind of entranced intensity one would expect - it was the best sight he’d seen in a long time, she was alluring and powerful and wild - but there was a new tension in his arms and shoulders, his abdomen ridged, muscles cording along his neck, breath matched to the rhythm of her movements. He still wanted to touch her, more than he’d wanted anything in his life, but watching her touch herself was a very close second and was threatening to undo any remnant of self-control he had left.
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