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Jul 16, 2017 8:11:37 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Jul 16, 2017 8:11:37 GMT
There was something sexually satisfying when Akir felt the elongated claw against her side, her body shivering and forming goosebumps even in the soothing warm water and steamed area. Though it was subconscious as she could not detect the pheromones released by daemons, she could feel her body and mind lust for more than just a little foreplay. Her hips moved in light, teasing circles as she pressed herself harder against Gabe, fully aware of how close his hardened member was where she most desired it to be, but she liked to play a little before getting straight to the good stuff.
Akir reached her hands up and cupped the side of Gabe’s face. She moved them down from his face, down onto his neck and past his chest, her own nails digging into his skin more and more the further down she moved. Once her hands reached his hips, she gripped either side and pulled eagerly on the daemon. All that time and Akir wasn’t sure what she’d been missing out on. He was radiant in more ways than one; His eyes were simply mesmerizing and his skin seemed so perfect and beautiful. His toned body was a perfect plus. All of her normal lust and desire was amplified from his strong pheromones. Though she had no clue what exactly it was, she was absolutely wrapped around his finger in this situation.
She giggled at his question, aroused and intoxicated by the sexual tension. Akir’s hands moved up from his hips and moved around to his back, stopping at his shoulders. She pulled him forward, pressing her aroused bare chest against his and she gave an intoxicating smile. “Scared isn’t the way I’d put it.” Akir’s tone was hot and heavy and she intertwined her legs around Gabe’s. “I respec' str'ngth ra'her than f'ar i'. “ She bit her lower lip and leaned in close , not taking her eyes off of the daemon’s. There was natural fear with her, of course, when she had nearly died by Gabe's hand, but it was instinctual.
Her soft kisses started along his neck, every now and then there being a hard bite as she made her way down. She continued down just to where the water line was and she reared up, her smirk devious and hungry. “Why don’ y'u display s'me of tha' daemon streng'h f'r me, hmm??” she purred. “Be'ng on 'op all the 'ime ge's so bor'ng.” Akir was naturally a very dominant person, both in and out of bed, and she was eager to wrestle for dominance with Gabriel. He came off as being dominant to her, and she was very eger to see how that played in bed. Leaning past his head, she nibbled on the lobe of his ear and then whispered, “I can t'ke a li'tle pain, big boy. F'ck me har'.”
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Jul 16, 2017 9:20:22 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Jul 16, 2017 9:20:22 GMT
Gabriel was willing to allow himself to be teased, tantalised. He tipped his head back and reached out of the water for his wine, taking a drink and letting his eyes close briefly while he simply enjoyed the sensations. He opened them to watch her face when she slid onto him though, releasing a breath he hadn't known he was holding and setting the wine glass back down so he could touch her. Smooth skin, soft under the teasing play of his fingers...he cupped a breast in one hand and rubbed his thumb over the nipple, never taking his eyes from hers. He watched her pupils contract in response to his touch and raised a brow, deliberately and carefully in control despite the feeling of her around him, slow and languid and torturously tempting.
"Did you just imply you're getting bored?" Gabriel smiled then, one hand lazily drawing patterns on the sensitive skin of her lower back, the other between her legs. He was, by all appearances, relaxed as he sat in the bath with her moving on top of him, apparently content to just enjoy it. Darkly sensual, but unhurried, drinking in the sensations and the sandalwood scent of her skin bronzed with the glossy oil. He laughed at her demand and leaned forward slightly to kiss her, slow and deep and languid, but as he did one arm curled around her waist. When he moved it was sudden, water sloshing over the side of the bath as he turned her over and pinned her in the same position he'd just been in. There was nothing relaxed about him now; the muscles in his abdomen, chest and arms were taut, corded tendons standing out on his neck. He never broke the kiss but he increased the pace, the urgency; bruising, demanding, and then he was controlling the rhythm of their movements too and it was hot, and urgent, and rough.
Gabriel kissed her throat and Daemon fangs broke the skin so blood trickled down her neck to stain the water. A trail of heat along her collar bone where the water lapped. He was fire and hypnotism made flesh, beautiful and demanding, the steam rising off his back clouding the room and filling the air with his pheromones. And she was brazen, she knew what she wanted, which he appreciated. Seducing someone was much more fun when they gave as good as they got. Gabriel broke another long kiss to catch her eyes for a moment, slowing his rhythm to match his breathing, so he could use magic to form an image in her mind. It was detailed, the two of them against the wall in this very room, much like when Gabriel had pinned her against the wall of the ruins only this time he wasn't angry, wasn't threatening, it was all heat and pleasure and him in control as she unravelled...
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Jul 16, 2017 13:44:53 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Jul 16, 2017 13:44:53 GMT
Akir had been far from bored when she mentioned it, but she oh she loved the sudden change in his attitude. He’d been content at first, just enjoying her movements and playing with her breasts, but now he was rough and fun, happily complying to her demands. Everywhere his fingers had touched shivered with longing and sweat, anticipation and desire. The kiss was hot and expected, but oh so very welcome. Their mouths did not stay closed for long and there was tongue on tongue, hers exploring his mouth. When he flipped her over, she tried to smile but there was too much urgency in the way they both melded their mouths together, and her kisses her hot and heavy as she tried to catch her breath.
A moan escaped her mouth as he bit down on her neck, hard enough to break the skin, but not too hard to break her arousal. He back arched a bit in the process and her arms wrapped around his back, nails digging hard into his shoulders than down along his back. Akir gripped Gabriel’s ass hard and pulled him harder against her, following the motions as he moved. His slowed movements were nice and teasing, and she appreciated how he wasn’t interested in finishing everything in one fell swoop. She wanted to fuck him for a while, explore as much as she could and take him to his limits. Nothing was quite so old and dull when the man decided to finish first before she could even orgasm, and the longer they played it out, the more intense and pleasurable it’d be.
He was hot, literally, and she loved that feeling of heat against her own naturally heated body. The pheromones made her even more brazen and bold, as she found herself wanting more and more of him. When the image flashed in her mind, she had been caught off guard. Her hands had been exploring his back while he moved against her, but now they were holding firmly around his waist, soft moans escaping her mouth she felt a different type of satisfaction than she had ever felt before. Gods, she wanted to do that so bad.
Testingly, she inched out of the water, grabbing Gabe’s hands and pulling them up and around her breasts, nipples hard from her intense arousal. She wanted to fuck him on everything; against the wall, in the bed, on the table, everything. She wanted to fight for dominance now as she made her move to flip him over, now on top of him. They were out of the water now, on their backs in the steamy-sex filled room and she grabbed his hands again, but this time her movements were sudden for a human, and she pulled them off and them against the floor above Gabe’s head. She slid the pane of her smooth, wet stomach against his, arching her back as she thrusted forward in a slow motion, not letting go of her hold on his arms, a hold he could easily break through if he so chose.
She leaned down as if to kiss him, but she stopped just out of his reach, taunting him though she was so eager to put her mouth against his. And finally she did, releasing her hold and pressing her mouth so rough and hungrily against his own, her mouth exploring his again as she took quick breaths of air here and there when she could, her hips riding him at a moderate pace. Akir’s hands went through his thick black her and tugged on it longingly. But just as soon as everything started, she broke as she broke away from the kiss. She raised her hips off of him and she made his way down his body, kissing and biting as she went past the pane of his stomach and down his hips.
Akir’s hand roughly, but also gently grabbed his hardened, wet cock. She eyed Gabriel deviously and bit her lower lip, as if begging him to let her blow him. She moved down and wrapped her mouth around him, moving her tongue around his shaft and tip as she went up and down, at first slow, then quick, then back to slow, deep-throating in the process. She loved the taste of him, but her intention was to just to give him some satisfaction before she pulled away and eagerly pulled at his waists, urging him to give her more and take control of her, to dominate her in every way he could. She wanted more images in her mind, more sexual arousal, and to be fucked hard against the wall as Gabe had shown in her mind a moment ago. Part of her even wanted a bit more pain and roughness, as she enjoyed just enough to make her senses lose themselves. "That all you got?" she whispered challengingly as she straddled him again, sitting up and looking directly down as she toyed with her own breasts, her tone thick and heavy with longing for him.
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Jul 17, 2017 9:22:19 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Jul 17, 2017 9:22:19 GMT
The give and take was natural, as natural and easy as breathing. Their bodies knew this dance instinctively and it was effortless to go with the desire, moving in tandem, breathing matched, sometimes she was on top and controlling the pace and other times he was. Gabriel did this like he had all day, sometimes urgent and demanding but never hurried. The release, when it came, should overwhelm, catch them both by surprise. It was an exploration, a journey, and the destination an exquisite relief wrapped up in exhaustion and absolute bliss. And there was fun, too, teasing and jocularity. The Daemon Lord grinned when Akir pinned him, the stone under his back bitingly cold compared to his body heat. He humoured her, watching her with bright amused eyes when she taunted him, delighted with the playfulness of it.
He sat up to watch her take him in her mouth, expression intense, hungry, and Gods if she didn't know exactly what she was doing. One hand around the back of her neck to control the pace, his head tipped back and abdominal muscles tensed almost to the point of shaking, his breath came in a slow whoosh at the feeling. She was on top of him again before he knew what was happening and after a moment to regain composure, the way he caught her gaze was dangerously, seductively hypnotic.
"Careful what you wish for, Akir," he breathed in her ear, voice gravelly and almost melodic, darkly sensual.
If she thought he was demanding, controlling, before she might have realised then, just what a Daemon could really do. Faster than was possible, faster than a heartbeat, and they went from the floor to the wall he'd shown her before. Her arms were behind her back, both her wrists secured in one of Gabriel's hands, his claws puncturing the soft skin of her wrists so blood welled and trickled over her fingers. Gabriel was standing so closely behind her she would feel his breath on the back of her neck, pressing her against the wall with his sheer physical presence, head turned one way and her back to him. It was so, so easy to trap her there, his other hand trailing slowly over her back and hips, between her legs to tease but never quite touch her where she really wanted him to, slowly and unhurriedly kissing her along the back of her neck, her shoulder blades. His turn to play, ever so slow and languid in how he touched her, aiming to make her strain against him in frustration, to beg for more.
"Tell me you want it." His voice was quiet but demanding, authoritative, fingers moving slow circles on her inner thigh.
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Jul 17, 2017 20:25:26 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Jul 17, 2017 20:25:26 GMT
Akir loved it when she could strong partners seem weak in the knees or desperate for more attention and tongue work, but Gabe was different. With him, their well-paced time pleasing each other was a dark, sensual dance. It was beautiful and pleasurable, but also chaotic and erotic. Never having been exposed to such an intensity, a lot of which was caused by pheromones, it was a new experience for Akir and it was a challenge to not give in. Her exhaustion was temporarily gone from before, replaced by a fast paced beating heart and heated skin.
The movement from the floor to the wall was so fast, she had such little time to register it. Arms tied behind her back and breasts pressed against the wall, she found herself grinning as a breath of surprise escaped from her. Akir’s head to the side as Gabe pressed against her, she watched him from the corner of her eyes, body shivering as he whispered into her ear. He was so close, yet much too far for what she wanted. Feeling antsy she squirmed a bit under her restraint, partially playing the part of the sub, while also partially being just as eager as she seemed. “I’m t’o ambi’ious t’ be carefu’l,” she managed to replied with strain, voice pitched a little higher as she felt Gabe’s hand between her thighs, but too far off of where she felt she needed him to be.
He wanted her to beg! Gabe’s tone of voice, his strength, and just his intense, dark seducing glare was so fitting. Akir squirmed some more and there were pained, short moans of longing coming from her throat as she struggled against her restraint. The skin around her wrists was pierced and bleeding from Gabe’s claws, but it only intensified her dark desires and feelings.
Strained with hot and heavy breaths, she tried to answer. “P-please, Gabe”. Akir licked her lips and arched her back a little. When she spoke again, it was still strained, but she played the part and used a tone less demanding that the one she had used earlier while she was on top of Gabe. It was more submissive, eager and pleading as Akir arched her neck back. “Gi’e me y’ur b’g c’ck. F’ck me, pl’ase.” Nothing was too fast, as they had nothing but time. The steam still in the room felt like it was sticking to the sweat on her skin as she waited with such longing for Gabe to control and dominate her. Being the sub was so different, so much more satisfying because of her naturally dominant nature. It brought new desires and feelings. Akir wanted, no needed him now.
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Silver
Jul 19, 2017 7:59:06 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Jul 19, 2017 7:59:06 GMT
The room was hot, still clouded with steam from the bath and warmed by a fierce desert sun even with the curtains drawn. They blocked out the light, turning the room to shadowy tones of purple and chocolate gilded where sunlight trickled through and reflected off the steam curling through the air, thin bright edges of brilliant white-gold. Gabriel loved the heat, was drawn to it instinctively, temperature rising and rising to match, a barely contained Daemon of fire made silver. He pressed his brow to the back of Akir's neck, slowing his breathing to regain control when instinct threatened to spiral him away.
"Gabriel," he corrected her, automatically, hardly even registering that he'd done it although he'd always preferred his full name, before giving her what she asked for so nicely.
Heated kisses along the back of her neck, her shoulder blades, to match the rhythm. He knew exactly where to touch to build the tension, clever deft fingers and his knee between her legs to spread them wider. Unyielding, wrists still held in one hand and pressed into the wall above her head, so close she couldn't have stepped back even if she tried - a wall of stone, yet searingly hot, and so measured and controlled in the way he moved that you might have thought he wasn't driven half to distraction by lust and wanting and desire. He was though, claws digging into her hips, drawing blood sometimes and yet trailing, gentle, barely brushing sweat-soaked skin other times, a perfect balance between aggression and teasing to keep her entranced and not remind her, ever, too much, of how predatory and dangerous he really was.
She tasted like salt and oil, smelt like sandalwood, an intoxicating concoction that put him in mind of the beauty of the desert, that endless blue skied expanse that embodied the harshest kind of freedom. How they ended up in the bed Gabriel wasn't quite sure of; he was less deliberate now, less controlled, closer to letting instinct win this particular war. He could sense the build towards climax, knew the frantic spiral of more more more, like getting drunk without the room spinning disorientation. Instead, if anything, focus sharpened to the intense, heady feeling of pleasure, of desire, of want.
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Jul 19, 2017 8:39:03 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Jul 19, 2017 8:39:03 GMT
The heat coming off Gabriel’s body was intense and fiery, hard and intoxicating. It was different and invigorating all at once. Sex was boring when quiet, and Akir let the sounds of her moans fill the room. Whether anyone else could hear them was none of her concern. Her breath was hot and heavy and she tried to pull away from her restraints, desiring to feel Gabriel’s body more than just on her back and inside her. She complied to every movement he made and shivered as small trickles of blood on his hips, made by his claws, trickled down her thighs.
Akir’s head was filled with the sound of Gabriel’s hot breaths and moans and the smell of sweat and sex in the air. She was fully entranced by the intertwining of their bodies. Their movement from the wall to the bed was quick, but not noticed since she was more focused on the hot feeling in between her legs and all over her body. It was becoming increasingly harder for her to keep herself together, aware that both of them were close to their climax.
She moved so that she was lying on her back again in a classic position, with Gabriel on top. Her hips and moved and back arched in rhythm with his controlling movements. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, moving in sync as well, her pitch of moans steadily growing higher and higher. Akir had no desire to finish just yet, though.
Digging her nails into his shoulder blades, Akir used what strength she could to turn the daemon over so that she was on top of him again, her attitude changed from the frail, submissive girl to a dominant and aggressive woman. She rode him with skill and intensity, working to please him, but also herself. She kept a hand on his chest in an act to keep him down, though he was fully capable of overcoming her human strength with his daemon one. Her tempo was slow, then gradually increased. She leaned down and gave kissed and bites against his brilliant moonstone skin, biting hard after each kiss as she moved up to his neck and ended on his lips, using tongue and experience to explore his mouth briefly again before egging him on to roll her over so that he was on top again. She was nearing her breaking point amidst the steam and sweat, the heat and desire, her tempo moving faster against his hips. Again her moans were become high pitched, an indication that she was getting close to her climax.
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Jul 22, 2017 1:42:30 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Jul 22, 2017 1:42:30 GMT
It was a strange thing, to feel no pain, and it had taken Gabriel years of trial and error to learn what caused pain to others, where the line between pleasurable pain that would provide a sharp contrast to other sensations and, in the end, add to the experience, and real pain that would detract from it, lay. It was a little different for everyone, people had personal preferences in that kind of thing, but he was skillful and practiced at reading the body language and sounds to guide the experience. He watched Akir's pupils expand and contract in response to his touch, saw the way her chest heaved or her breath caught in her throat when he was rougher, the way she grated his name out in that heated way when the bruising felt just right.
Instead of pain Gabriel felt pressure, and heat. Her nails broke the skin on his back enough that blood beaded, just a little, and the sensation was liquid fire. She was heat too, sweat and warmth and that perfect, perfect feeling of taking him willingly, desperately, insistently. In control for a moment he slowed, pulling back to watch her face intently, drawing it out just a little longer, just a little more teasing. Bruises blossomed along his neck and throat and shoulder unfelt, dusky grey-purple against silver iridescent skin. The bruises he left in return were charcoal on her darker skin, would ache, would remind her of him.
He caught her hands to finish, stretching them above her head and into the mattress. His expression was intense, eyes brighter than ever, such a saturated shade of blue-green that it was alien, unreal. There was playfulness still, though, alongside the hungry controlling predatory insistence, a smirk as he watched her draw closer to the tipping point, knowing exactly how to touch her, how to move, to draw those moans from her lips. He wanted to watch as she let go and leapt into the void. He wanted to be dragged along after her. Magic seeped from his fingertips, almost unbidden, turning the room darker and darker until there was nothing and no-one but them. Similar to the illusion he'd crafted when he'd been trying to scare her, but there was no terror now, no whirling stars. This darkness was quiet, inviting, a cocoon of privacy that smelled like incense and the desert air, random flashes of colour lighting it and reflecting against the iridescence of his skin to bring out the colours in it - palest gold, soft rose, the subtle beautiful gleam of moonstone.
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Jul 22, 2017 8:18:09 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Jul 22, 2017 8:18:09 GMT
It was easy to tell that Gabriel was very experienced in bed. He knew just how to please her, just how to touch her in the right spot, and even knew the perfect images to flash in her mind or feelings to help her feel. Anytime he caused her pain, it added pleasure for her, so her body did not interpret it as uncomfortable pain. It felt good, and the bruises she’d have in a few hours would be so worth it. Of course she had done her fair share to please him, being very experienced herself as far as a human went. Akir loved to bite and play, tease and torment.
His moans were like music to her ears and the tense-ness of his muscles as he struggled to keep himself together only turned her on more. She liked to draw him close to the edge of sweet release, but not push quite to that point so that their fun could last longer.
Akir could only hold herself for so long, and the same seemed to go for him. Her arms were pinned above her head, their tempo drastically increasing. As her moans filled the room, she stared straight into Gabriel’s beautiful eyes with the most cocky smirk she could muster. It was hard to hold it though, for every thrust she felt made her want to melt. She was growing steadily more desperate to feel her, and his, release. Though she could not move her hands, Akir’s legs against wrapped around the daemon’s waist again. It was maddening that she could not reach up to his head and grab a fistful of his hair, but it was maddening in such a way that only made her closer to her orgasm. She loved how his magic made everything better and more intense too. The privacy she felt with him felt real and inviting, and even calming in its own way. The smells were those of her favorite things, smells of her homeland that she loved so dearly.
Her breaths grew so fast, it felt like she was getting none of the air she inhaled. Their dance was at its close, and her body was beaded with sweat from moving so quickly, so fast, keeping up with Gabriel and in tempo, never missing a beat. She released her legs from around him and begged him to not stop. Just when it felt like she was going to implode, her back arched up as she let out her final, most intense and sensual moan as she reached her orgasm point. Akir’s body had slight convulsions as her back went back down to rest on the bed, her breaths still ragged, each with a small gasp for air.
She did not speak right away, not wanting to infringe on her own, or his, take in on the rush of pleasure from their orgasm. Her eyes were closed as she continued to breath hard, but she was smiling from the tingling, nice feeling she still felt between her legs and through the rest of her body.
When it felt right, when Akir felt like she could speak and utter comprehensible words, she rolled onto her side and proper her head up on her arm, elbow resting on the bed. She grinned and softly moved her fingers in circular patterns against his bare chest.
“We’l, I th’nk I’s s’fe t’ s’y wi’h how my las’ two d’ys ha’e b’en go’ng, th’s was th’ las’ th’ng I expec’ed woul’ ha’pen.” It was odd to think that someone whom she had tried to kill would lie in bed with her, but no more strange than it was for her to lie in bed with someone that almost did kill her. It was invigorating. The danger and uncertainty of it was nearly intoxicating to her in the best way.
She raised herself up and had an arm on either side of Gabriel. Akir leaned down and gave him a deep kiss, one that even hinted she was still wanting more. But, alas, she was exhausted and needed sleep. As she continued to look down at him, she found herself saying, “Damn, y’u’re goo’.” She flopped back onto her back, the bed a mess of sheets and sweat, and Akir laughed in the process. “Don’ ge’ use’ t’ me say’ng tha’ though.”
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Jul 23, 2017 1:26:07 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Jul 23, 2017 1:26:07 GMT
When the wave finally crested it was so intense it left him gasping for breath, and he rolled onto his back to try and catch it and find some composure. The aftershocks were glorious too and for a long moment there was nothing but the chemical high, zinging electric and delicious through his body. He'd lost the illusion at some point and they were lying on that luxurious bed again, in the room darkened by drawn curtains and super-heated by their presence, sunlight blocked out except where stray sunbeams caught the curls of steam and gilded them white-yellow. Her fingers on his chest brought him back to reality and, eyes refocusing, he turned his head to grin at her, his expression relaxed and smug.
"Actually this isn't that uncommon for me." He was teasing, intimating that he found himself in bed after all kinds of unusual circumstances that might lead one to think going to bed wasn't on the cards. Not entirely untrue, as it happened, but admittedly he didn't think he'd slept with his would-be assassin before.
"You'd be surprised how many people like it when I get all murdery. Unless I actually, you know, murder them. They stop liking it at that point." His grin widened but then he yawned, a gesture that meant his fangs were visible even when fully retracted. He hadn't slept for nearly three days, and although Daemon's outstripped most in stamina, that was pushing it even for him.
"You don't need to say it. I already know." That grin looked a lot more like a smirk by now, his eyes already closed as sleep crept closer. He wouldn't have dared to fall asleep anywhere near Akir before, but having her story confirmed was enough for him to let his guard down. And, arrogant though he was, Gabriel was intently aware of his own power - he needed to be, if he wanted to keep hold of his title. Part of that was a magically enhanced ability to understand others, and he believed that Akir was no longer a threat to him. So sleep it was, warmth and darkness already creeping into the corners of his mind.
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When Gabriel awoke the dull glow of day was long gone. He couldn't tell how many hours had passed but, after untangling himself from Akir and the sheets, he made his way silently to the french doors that led to a small balcony and drew the curtains. The moon, just past full, hung impossibly close in the sky, intensely silver, and where it fell onto his skin turned it iridescent blue. He opened the doors and latched them back so the night breeze could enter the room, pleasantly crisp without being cold and scented with the smells of the oasis and the desert. Soft strains of music drifted up from the bar below, haunting and melodic. Gabriel loved the desert at night almost as much as he disliked it during the day. At night, without the omnipresent threat of the sun, it was impossibly beautiful and reminded him of the Dream Land more than most places in Litharia. He stood at the door for a long time, just enjoying the view.
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Jul 23, 2017 2:38:43 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Jul 23, 2017 2:38:43 GMT
Akir was a very sensual person and loved to indulge in her fantasies and desires. When Gabriel had mentioned that the occurrence was not unusual, she was only partially surprised. Akir had to ask herself; was she really so different? Probably not. Under most circumstances, his cockiness, even in bed, would have been a major turn off. After traveling with him for a while with their conversations and chatter, she found it endearing with him. It seemed like it was such a significant part of him that added to his charm, or was that what his magic wanted her to believe? Either way, it was tolerable, funny even.
Though they had been pumped full of energy before, Akir felt her eyelids closing before she could say anything else. Her body had gone through so much trauma and a mix of hormones all in just two nights. Already she could feel the soreness from their time together around her body, namely where he bruised her or broke skin. It added to her grogginess, as did the atmosphere of the nice room they occupied. The bed itself felt so soft, and the sheets silky and smooth, Akir didn’t bother to even pull the sheets over her any more than they already were, and she was content to sleep nude next to the man that tried to kill her. Trust was hard to come by, and while she did not know Gabriel well enough to fully trust him, she could at least trust him enough to sleep by him. She had no intention of killing him, and for the most part, she believed he had no intention of killing her either. If that changed over night…well, then she’d be dead. Though tired, she was still slightly turned on and as he fell asleep, she intertwined her smooth legs into his, then fell asleep as well.
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She could feel the daemon next to her stir and make his way out of the bed. It caused Akir to wake as well, but she was less eager to get up and at first, found herself groaning and flopping over to lie on her belly, her head turned so that she was not smothering herself into the pillow. Her eyes were closed, but there was a soft smile spread across her lush lips as she continued to rest, but not sleep. A lot of things ached, but that was not why she felt miserable. Akir simply was not fond of the process of waking up.
It was odd for her to still be in the room after their night, but it was no doubt due to her levels of fatigue. Akir rarely stuck around after sex. She enjoyed sex itself and the steady decline from an orgasm, but there was no desire for anything more after unless it was just more sex. “Ugh, I was hop’ng y’u woul’ sti’l be ‘n the be’ when I w’ke up,” she managed to call out in a teasing manner, her eyes still closed as she spoke. “I w’s pla’ning on pick’ng up wh’re we lef’ o’f.”
She still didn’t bother getting up off the bed, but she managed to flop herself over so that she was on her back. Akir raised her arms above her and stretched them and her shoulders. A good stretch after a deep sleep was the next best thing to sex.
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Jul 26, 2017 22:27:48 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Jul 26, 2017 22:27:48 GMT
He watched the moon track slowly through an endless sky so heavily drenched in stars it was easy to imagine his world, out there, although he knew that wasn't quite right. The Dream Land existed in another dimension, saw a different sky altogether. The view when Litharia was like this, though, didn't feel very different. Gabriel could understand why people lived in the desert for nights like this one. He heard Akir stir, knew she was awake before she spoke, but only when her voice drifted through the silvered darkness did he turn his head, smiling.
"I had to let some fresh air in. I only really like this desert at night, I didn't want to waste the short time I have left here." A daytime desert had been foreign to him before Litharia - day time in general had been foreign, but in the trees or the cities there was always shade. This endless expanse was like nothing else.
"It's beautiful though, don't you think? Is that why you live here?"
Gabriel had turned all introspective, but nevertheless he padded back to the bed and flopped onto it, on his back with one leg hanging off the edge and trailing on the floor. The breeze, which smelt like sangria and lemon from the bar below, was just cool enough to feel pleasant on his always-hot skin. Rolling over to hover over Akir after she stretched Gabriel kissed her slowly, like he had forever to do just that, before kissing her neck and the hollow below her collarbone with equal lazy sensuality. He might have awoken some time ago but he was still sleepy and unhurried, a rare break from his usual intensity to something a little closer to what Humans were used to. The way his eyes reflected the moonlight, the never-quite-hidden fangs, made it so you couldn't ever completely forget what he really was, but when he was relaxed and happy the Daemon warning bells turned down to almost silent.
"Remind me where we left off," he breathed, rolling back onto his side, head propped up on his elbow while an increasingly heated, entirely unabashed gaze trailed the length of her body with lascivious appreciation. He could use magic to stir things up, he supposed, but he didn't want to hurry things along too quickly. There was something uniquely enjoyable about the first few moments of waking, and there was something to be said, too, for just enjoying the view. In the moonlight he became art brought to life, his skin a translucent blue unlike anything living, moonstone made life. She was entrancing too, though; cloaked in silver, dark skin turned darker, shadows deepening in contrast to metallic highlights.
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Jul 27, 2017 5:41:34 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Jul 27, 2017 5:41:34 GMT
Maybe it was the bardic magic that Gabriel had, which Akir was fully unaware of, or maybe it was just nice to hear someone’s voice in the morning. Either way, his charming tone caused her to stir more with a warm feeling beating in her chest, a feeling similar to waking up and drinking a nice cup of tea or Boil brewed coffee. Unlike him however, and despite his obvious admiration for the beautiful view that she was unaware of, Akir was not willing to get up and look outside.
She had a good idea what it was he was admiring though. The endless sea of sand blanketed by a calm and cooling darkness which seemed to envelop everything around it, save the moonlight that would shine and reflect off the rolling sand and dunes. The best part would be the stars, bright and vivid in the sky, better and more clearly seen in the Boil than anywhere else in Litharia, Akir would argue. Through her yawn, she managed to muster up some form of reply. “Y’u coul’ s’y tha’. I l’ke h’w un’amed ‘t is, h’w unpre’ictable I’ c’n be, yeah? An’ th’re ar’ no major f’rms of poli’ical pow’r. Jus’…sur’ival of th’ fi’test. N’ law, no’hing.” There was a beauty to it not many could appreciate too, for many tourists were too busy whining about the heat and lack of water, but Akir quite loved how the sea of sand was ever changing and dangerous.
Akir quite welcomed the kisses and found herself smiling, gazing up into the daemon’s brilliant shinning eyes as he hovered above her. This was nice and different, relaxing and soothing to the soul. AKir couldn’t say she’d always like taking it slow in the morning while she was still mostly turned on from a previous night of great sex, but the change in pace was refreshing. Her fingers danced against his bare, heated chest gently as he laced her with soft kisses, and she found herself wanting more after he removed himself from above her and was propped up on his side now, teasing her.
Her movements were slow and sultry in nature. With a forced huff of energy hidden away, she pushed herself up and mirrored the way Gabriel had just been hovering over her, now she over him. Still drowzy and half asleep, she started by softly kissing him on his lips, pushing her nose against his as she made it long lasting before moving down. Akir raised her head and smirked coyly. “Why don’ I sh’w y’u?” Akir gave soft kisses and nibbles along the side of his neck, then along his collar bone, and down his chest and past his abdomen.
When they had been in and out of the bath, she had given him a quick and eager blowjob. That was when she was sex-crazed and hungry though, not like now when she was sleepy and slow, but horny and playful. Her fingers were dexterous and teasing as she worked to please Gabriel, all the while enjoying herself. Her hand motions were slow, but her grasp firm and as he hardened from her experienced touch, she enveloped her mouth around him, tongue playing with his tip as she started to move up and down. One of Akir’s hands was still firmly around Gabriel, while the other was just barely brushing against his radiant, heated skin, the tips of her fingers tingling from the sensation of touch as her own body began to naturally heat up. She was in no rush though and fully intended to take her time. With more energy in her system, Akir felt as if she had all the time in the world.
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Jul 28, 2017 9:28:02 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Jul 28, 2017 9:28:02 GMT
"I can take us there, you know." Gabriel blinked once and the light seemed to drain from the room, slowly at first. A faint breeze, peppered with grains of sand, picked up around them as sand rolled in from the unseen dark edges of the room. Rippling like water it surrounded them even as the walls and the ceilings flickered and faded into translucency. In the passage of a few moments, four or five heartbeats, they were in the middle of the desert, far away from any signs of life. Still on the bed, that much remained unchanged, but there was no room containing it any more - just the endless desert, the endless sky, the uncountable stars. The sound of the people in the bar was gone, replaced by the near-perfect silence of the Boil at night, far from habitation. Gabriel had never known a more peaceful place, and that was the true beauty of his illusions - they fooled every one of his senses too. The magic was powerful, perhaps the most powerful he had, a specialty limited only by creativity. And, in this, Gabriel was an artist. Every detail was wrought in magic - the soft caress of the cool breeze, the dry air that smelt like sand and sunshine even in the middle of the night, the rustling whisper of the sands shifting. The only thing that gave it away as magic, except for the obvious impossibility of a bed being so far into the wild desert, was the fact there was two moons instead of one - the sister moons of the Dream Land, brought to life in Litharia.
Rewarded with her touch, then her tongue, Gabriel stretched luxuriantly out onto the bed before putting his hands behind his head so he could watch, the sight nearly as nice as the way that it felt. Soon, though, the rate of his breathing was increasing, catching in his throat at the clever work of her teeth, her hands, her lips. Soon he was clutching the sheets, head tipped back and eyes closed, groaning her name. The illusion flickered now and then - they flitted from the night-darkened room to the desert and back in the blink of an eye, though he held it steady as much as he could. Akir was unhurried, playful, which was just what he liked and eventually he opened his eyes, intense and hungry and predatory.
"Unless you want this to end in about, uh, thirty seconds, I suggest you come back up here." His voice was quiet but edged with lust, with wanting, it sounded more like a command than a request.
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Jul 28, 2017 19:58:51 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Jul 28, 2017 19:58:51 GMT
His magic was incredible. Akir felt everything shift and form into an illusion. The bar turned into the wild sands of the Boil with the stars glimmering above. There was no lingering smell of alcohol and drunk men, no sounds of chatter. It was almost romantic. Though she considered herself a romantic, it was not in the bedroom and more pertaining to the beauty of her homeland and how close to the heart of it she felt now. It was perfect in her groggy, slow state and she felt so giddy and relaxed, all the while heated as she made Gabriel squirm from working her tongue and mouth magic.
Akir raised her head and pulled herself up completely. She put her leg on the other side of the daemon, but her intention was not the same as that of the previous night. Naked and exposed, Akir wasn’t sure there were many places where she’d feel so relaxed and comfortable. She stretched again and took in the illusion. Truth be told, if they really were out in the sands on a random bed, there would be sand everywhere. This was a much more comfortable solution.
The shaman laid down onto the daemon’s stomach and chest, smirking from his demands, her breasts resting against his and her face hovering just above his own. Lazily, her arms inched up along either side of Gabriel, pressing against the bed. Her hands found their way into his dark, lush hair and she played with it. Smiling, Akir leaned down and kissed the daemon sensually. There was a hint of hunger in her kiss, but no indication of rushing. Just the slightest bit, barely moving away from his mouth, Akir stopped mid-kiss. “Y’ur mag’c is beau’iful,” she stated. “I’m en’ious tha’ y’u c’n envelop y’ur’self in’o an I’lusion of wha’ever y’ur min’ can mus’er up.” It was nice to enjoy the pleasure of each other slowly, even while conversing. “I pr’fer th’ r’al th’ng, bu’ no’ in th’ mi’dle of ha’ing sex. Don’ quite l’ke ha’ing san’ ev’rywh’re.” Akir laughed under her breath and continued her hungry kiss. She figured they’d both need to leave at some point, but was she in a rush? Not at all.
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