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Post by Ninja on Feb 15, 2014 0:45:48 GMT
Drinking had led to laughing. Laughing had led to tickling. Now tickling had led to Theo ending up in the Canadian's lap. It would be a lie to say that he didn't want to be in this position. Throughout the night, he had been thinking of ways to get closer to Carey, open him up. He had seen the bulge in between the man's legs and had gotten ridiculously horny. He hadn't had sex for what? Three months? Either way the last guy was horrible. To this day he hadn't met someone who could make him scream like Alexis did. However that was a long time ago and he didn't regard him that way any longer.
Anyways, back to the present, Theo was now watching Carey with sultry eyes. He put his hands on the mans chest and leaned forward."Well I think that we have done enough talking" he said slowly, and giggled. He craned his neck up and gently pressed his lips to Carey's."Mmmm" he breathed after pulling away. Of course he wanted to more. His body was screaming it. "Please don't hate me" he whispered before leaning back in, stealing another kiss. This one was deeper, backed by more fire.He let his tongue slide along Carey's bottom lip, pushing to actually get inside the man'a mouth. One of his hands slid down to Carey's inner thighs. His fingers trailed down the seam over his dick, and could barely keep himself from moaning.
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Post by Renny on Feb 15, 2014 3:55:49 GMT
Post one
Carey felt himself get ridiculously horny ridiculously fast. It was just a couple of tickles and talking that led to kissing. No one would deny that he was a dom. He slid his fingers up Theo's back, fingers cupping over his shoulders, pulling him in close. Carey growled gently, teeth gently tugging on Theo's lower lip. He moved his hands to Theo's hips. He was so hot, so fragile almost. He was much small than Carey, not only with the dainty dancers body, but he was somewhat shorter.
Carey wasn't used to being gentle. He hadn't had sex since P.K and that was eight months ago. P.K was significantly larger than both Carey and Theo and much more muscular and hefty. Carey pulled Theo closer. "How could I hate you?" Carey murmured, pulling his head down to Theo's neck and sucked and licked at the skin of his jaw and gently nibbled his ear with a little bit of teeth.
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Post by Renny on Feb 15, 2014 4:03:02 GMT
Kris took note of her comment and glanced at Sasha. "Did you give her a forgetting potion?" He demanded, and Sasha looked a bit weary. "I did, she can't-," she paused and looked over. Kris took a deep breath. "Sasha, you know I'm the father of her child, right?" He said, his voice growing panicked. Sasha's eyes went wide as glass saucers. "Fuck," she looked at Friday. "Damnit," she smacked her forehead. "You have to show her, Kris." She said softly.
Kris turned to Friday and came around to her, sitting on the bed next to her. He gently reached out, taking her hands in his. Those incredibly dark eyes were trained on her. "Friday, you can't freak out okay?" He said softly. "Just trust me for a minute, okay?" He said, gentle. He stroked the side of her face, brushing back her hair. "Sasha is a witch." He said softly. "Not the bad kind, but she can do magic. And she placed a spell of sorts of you. Meaning, you can't remember the night we first met. When we kind of had a one-night-stand. So, if you haven't had sex in the weeks before you were pregnant, except for with me, I'm the father of this little guy," his free hand slid down onto her belly.
"Now, stay with me, I'm not done." He glanced to Sasha, who crawled onto the bed. "It's true honey," she sighed. "Let me show you, then you, Angel-boy." Kris nodded and Sasha sat on her knees. She closed her eyes and lifted her hands. Suddenly the room shifted and everything moved. One of her pillows exploded and the feathers soared into the air. Then they paused, suspended in the air. They began to swirl like a little vortex, moving gently around Friday. Then Sasha opened her eyes and lowered her hands and the feathers fell, coating the room, one landing on Kris's head.
"Now you." Sasha said, sitting back on her heels. Kris pushed himself off of Friday's bed, and slipped his shirt off of his head, turning around to reveal the beautiful gold and black tattoo. He took a deep breath and suddenly the ink began to bleed. It seemed to move on it's own. It expanded over his shoulders and then began to peel off his back. A thick dark line moved down between his shoulder blades and the ink swirled, glimmering like a mirage as seven foot wings expanded over his back. They looked like butterfly wings, deep black with glimmering gold webbing and netting in between the intricate designs.
Kris glanced back at Friday. “I’m what they call a Son of War.” He said, turning around, wings expanding out and then shivering and moving and buzzing and vibrating. He watched her for a reaction, hoping for the best, but who knows?
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Post by Ninja on Feb 15, 2014 4:26:05 GMT
Thank god that Carey pulled away. To be honest Theo could barely contain himself. "Some guys get shy" he said quickly and laughed. He then leaned foreward and wrapped his arms around his neck. Theo pulled himself forward, his hips grinding roughly into Carey's.he threw his head back and close his eyes, his breath hitching in his throat. He had never been with a man so big. It was exciting, and almost intimidating, but he liked that. He felt his dick twitch under his jeans. He knew that he had a boner for a while now, now he would be able to alleviate the pressure and show Carey his sizable length.
"Fuck, you get me so hot" he whimpered, reaching down and unzipping his jeans. His c*ck sprung out and he smiled down at Carey. Running a hand through his sandy colored hair and leaned back down to him. He started to French kiss him, one hand pulling his neck closer while the other ran over his groin. His hips bucked forward and he whimpered.
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Post by Ninja on Feb 15, 2014 4:58:58 GMT
When he said that he was the father, Friday thought that she had heard somehing wrong. Kris the father? That was all that she had wanted ever since she met him. Maybe she wa dreaming. Maybe not. She didn't even know what she was going to do."..what?" She said. Her eyes were wide, a frown plastered on her face. He was telling her that the father of the baby, which had caused her sickness, Relationships, emotional breakdowns and anxiety had been with her the whole time. She thought about what they were thinking. She remembered waking up that morning. Bruises on her body, her hips sore, her room a mess. It all made perfect sense now. She couldn't help but slip her hand out of his. She wasn't mad, but she also wasn't happy.
She turned her attention and looked I've at Sasha. A witch? Like those teenager flicks and books? That would be interesting. She grabbed a pillow and leaned back on the headboard. She thought that it would be interesting if something happened. When the objects started to lift, she just blinked a few times. Then it all started to swirl, and they exploded and there were feathers everywhere. Aw man, I gotta clean this up- she thought, before turning to look at her roommate."I am actually not that suprised, amazing yes, but I knew that there was something different about you" she said and miked softly.
"Now you". Great. There's more. Now Kris had something to how her. What? Was he a vampire? Was she like Bella in twilight and would have to start drinking blood? He stood up and his tatoo started to move. Her eyes widened and she couldn't help but stare. Just what the fuck was going on here. It turned from fight over cheating to everybody she knew telling her they were some creature from YA novel. She asked when she saw the blood, wincing. When the wings came out, she could only think of one thing. He was an angel. Two thin streams of blood running down his back, and his impressive wingspan stretching across the room.She blinked a few times, starting to blink back tears as she felt her face grow hot. "why didn't you tell me" with this question she meant two things. One. Why didn't he tell her what they did, and two, he had wings. Did that mean that her baby was going to grow wings in the emergancy room. She looked on verge of crying, her hands grabbing the sheets and pulling them over herself.
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Post by Renny on Feb 15, 2014 13:22:55 GMT
Sasha laughed, leaning forward and throwing her arms around Friday. "Oh you're amazing, for a human." She said teasingly, before pulling back and glancing up at Kris. She had never seen a true pair of wings. They fluttered, glittering and beautiful. He sat down on the bed again, reaching out for her hand. "I couldn't, I thought you'd freak out. Now, since your carrying a child with my blood I have to tell you now. It's a bit complicated with the genetics of it all." He said quietly. He glanced to Sasha.
She picked up. "Basically, we aren't the only two species. You know my half-brothers? Yeah, they're werewolves. But, the Sons of War, which is what Kris is, are an organization. They aren't born, they're made." Kris nodded and took her hand, lifting it to his chest where his heart should have been.
"I have no heartbeat." He said softly. "If I wasn't chosen, I would've died originally with my friend; Luc," he indicated the name on his bicep with the curling swirls and letters. "Which causes complications with children from us. It's really hard to produce a child from a Son of War, but it isn't impossible. But, since the child is mine, it isn't allowed by the council. Children from mortals and Sons of War are different." He looked at Sasha.
"That's were things get complicated, Friday. The council is run by werewolves, meaning, if they find out it is Kris's child, they'll try to kill it." Sasha said softly, her voice soft. Kris clenched his jaw.
"And I will not let that happen." He said, squeezing her hand. Sasha shook her head.
"Me either." She added, smiling tenderly.
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Post by Ninja on Feb 15, 2014 18:39:44 GMT
Did my Alarc post post? (o.o)\ and replying
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Post by Ninja on Feb 15, 2014 18:59:02 GMT
Friday just sighed and ran a hand through her long dark hair. This was a lot of information to take in. Her best friend for years was a witch, and she had given her a potion. How did she know if she had been giving her stuff the whole time she had been living here. She didn't think Sasha was bad, but it definitely made her think a little.She still loved her, and nothing would ever change that. They were best buddies, and nothing would get in between them.
"Well you should have known that I love you, and with love comes trust" she said softly. She would look up at him, see the wings, and her glance would falter, falling down to the sheets in front of her. She suspected that he was different, but she just thought that it was his charm, her love for him.She then listened to Sasha's explanation, and the color seemed to drain from her face.
Kris had died. He was technically dead.She was pregnant with a dead mans child,o also is this butterfly angel war thing.
-I should definitely write a book, I am the ignorant mundane that fell in love with some magical creature-
However, she wouldn't have changed anything. She had indeed fallen hopelessly in love with him. She would stand with him no matter what. She accepted his hand into hers gladly, squeezing it tight and pulling him close. Her other arm snaked it's way around her belly. They would have to kill her before they even tried to touch her baby.Upon hearing that the brothers would be the ones do it, she felt a stab in her heart. She liked Anton. He was funny and different and they had become friends. Now she would have to stay away from them, for all of them. What if they were in the apartment now? Her light eyes flickered over to the door warily.Thankfully no one was there, so she turned to them, a small smile flitting on her lips. "Thanks" she said, before letting out a long breath. "So does that mean I have to leave or something?" she asked."-and what is different about the baby?How can he be alive if..you technically arent?" she asked , turning to Kris.
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Post by Renny on Feb 15, 2014 19:22:43 GMT
Sasha looked up, hearing something and moved off the bed and out. Kris shook his head. "No, it's just, our baby will have wings, and all the strength and speed and will grow up so much faster. However, he or she will be alive. They will have more weaknesses, and their is a chance that they could go crazy." Kris pressed his forehead to hers. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. I love you so much, I just didn't want to scare you away from me." He whispered.
Suddenly, a scream pierced the air. Kris tensed, his fingers curling around Friday. He stood, keeping his hand in hers. Then their was yelling and screeching in Russian, mostly from Sasha. "Stay here," he whispered, but he didn't really expect her to. His wings seemed to glimmer again, and then fleck away as the blood red trails over his back seemed to slid back up and the ink swirled, hiding the wings in a tattoo on his back. He grabbed his shirt, sliding it on, before leaving the room.
Out in the living room was Mikhail, Grigory, Nikolay, and Anton, along with six other fierce looking guys. Sasha was standing in front of the doorway to the bedrooms. Mikhail snapped his teeth at Kris, and he growled. "You are the father of the child," Mikhail growled in rusty English. All of the wolves looked determined, their natural scent slithering up and making Kris almost snarl. "Sasha, you need to let us through." Mikhail stood in the center. Two of the guys; one with dark hair and the other with lighter looked stone-cold. Grigory and Nikolay looked on off to the side, neutral. The other three Russian wolves looked a bit neutral, as well, but easily would go after each of them.
Only Anton looked hesitant. Sasha snarled. "You come within six feet of her and I'll kill you." She said, her voice serious. Mikhail shook his head. "Sure you would, little sister." He said and she gave him a look. "Try me." She hissed. "Sanja, get the monster," and one of the dark haired males leapt forward for Kris. Before he could react, Sasha raised a hand and he stopped, freezing and then dropped to his knees, howling.
Sasha looked up. "I can make all of your werewolves blood vessels in their brains pop, one by one, flooding their eyes with blood, rendering them dead. Now, I'm just flexing them to prove a point." Sasha said, growling. One of the wolves moved forward, a young guy with curly dark hair and gentle brown eyes. He held his friend's head in his arm, whispering soft Russian to him while he whimpered and writhed.
Kris had never seen Sasha so angry. It made him a bit scared, even though she was on his side. He instead, glared at the wolves, most of which who looked terrified that their friend; Sanja was on the ground in serious pain.
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Carey felt so hard it hurt, pressing and bulging against his jeans. He rolled upward, desperate and needy for touch, much like Theo. He ran his hands through Theo's hair and yanked him back slightly. "I'm definitely not shy," he growled, eyes dark and sultry. He moved in, like a tiger pouncing on it's prey, capturing Theo's mouth with his own, and sucking on his upper lip. His tongue slid into Theo's, moving to the sensitive parts of it, tasting the whiskey on his tongue.
As the lay on Theo's couch, Carey's arms bracketing Theo's head and his hips grinding down. Carey couldn't think of anyone he wanted more. His hand came down, gently grabbing Theo's wrists, pulling them above his head, away from Theo's cock. He moved his own hand down, stroking downward, a little rough, but not enough to hurt. He leaned back in for a kiss. Somehow his shirt had gotten off and now he was fumbling for the buttons on Theo's shirt. He leaned down, mouth sucking on the tender flesh of his neck and then down his chest, smirking slightly.
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Alarc post coming soon xD
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Post by Ninja on Feb 15, 2014 19:51:05 GMT
yay smut
working on replies now :3
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Post by Renny on Feb 15, 2014 19:54:51 GMT
oh wondrous smut. never failing.
yeeh<3
werking on Alarc xD
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Post by Ninja on Feb 15, 2014 22:21:20 GMT
He squeaked and his eyes flew open. Theo was not expecting him to be this open, this forceful. He took in all in gratefully and let himself lean back. He made sure to keep the kiss wet and passionate, shoving his tongue as far in Carey's mouth as he could. He moaned, his hips bucking again. Pre-cum already coated the tips of Theo's fingers as he got more excited.When Carey forced his arms over his head, he smiled devilishly and arched his back.
His fingers curled, his nails digging into Carey's hands. He whimpered, attempted to move his hands from Carey's iron grip."H-hurry up" he insisted, closing his eyes. He relished the feeling of Carey's lips on his lips.Then it was on his chest. Theo looked up, his eyes wide. Nonetheless a grin was plastered on his face.He pressed his bare hips into the man on top of him. "Fuck me" he exclaimed, falling back down into the couch.
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Post by Ninja on Feb 15, 2014 23:03:40 GMT
"I love you so much" she breathed and pulled him close to her. She wanted to hug him, hold him close to her. She really hadn't seen him in a few months. Her tummy was too big and he would've found out. Things had turned bittersweet so now she just wanted him to wrap his arms around her.She wanted to just lay down with him, talk with him for hours. Ask him questions about this different world. Her momentary daydream was cut short as she heard her roommate yelling. When Kris got up, she held onto his hand."Wait.." she said quietly, before he let her go, and went off into the other room.
The werewolves were here. The brothers that she had made friends with were now trying to get to her, even hurt her loved ones in the process. She got up, and grabbed some pants in the process. Fay walked over to the door, and listened in. She heard Sasha talk about how she could kill them.This made Friday curious. She never envisioned her friend being the killing type. Either way she did not want anyone getting hurt. Friday slowly made her way down the hallway, eventually standing behind Kris. She looked up and looked at each werewolf. She made sure to look them each in the eye defiantly.However, when her eyes met Anton's her expressed turned sad. She didn't want to view him as the enemy. She "I love you so much" she breathed and pulled him close to her. She wanted to hug him, hold him close to her. She really hadn't seen him in a few months. Her tummy was too big and he would've found out. Things had turned bittersweet so now she just wanted him to wrap his arms around her.She wanted to just lay down with him, talk with him for hours. Ask him questions about this different world. Her momentary daydream was cut short as she heard her roommate yelling. When Kris got up, she held onto his hand."Wait.." she said quietly, before he let her go, and went off into the other room.
The werewolves were here. The brothers that she had made friends with were now trying to get to her, even hurt her loved ones in the process. She got up, and grabbed some pants in the process. Fay walked over to the door, and listened in. She heard Sasha talk about how she could kill them.This made Friday curious. She never envisioned her friend being the killing type. Either way she did not want anyone getting hurt. Friday slowly made her way down the hallway, eventually standing behind Kris. She looked up and looked at each werewolf. She made sure to look them each in the eye defiantly.However, when her eyes met Anton's her expressed turned sad. She didn't want to view him as the enemy.She slipped her hand into Kris, and leaned on his back. "I am staying with you" she whispered.
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Post by Renny on Feb 16, 2014 0:09:50 GMT
Kris held onto Friday, his arm wrapping protectively around the front of her, half of his body shielding hers, his arm around her round belly. He glanced back at her, eyes strong and bright. God, he loved her so much. He glanced back to where Mikhail looked a bit hesitant. Sanja seemed to have calmed, curled into his friend, who was continuing to comfort him. It was a bittersweet kind of thing. He also noted the wolves turned away, not looking at Friday.
Part of him noticed it was Mikhail who was angry at them. The other wolves, stuck under his Alpha reign, didn't want to hurt them. Part of him wanted to feel bad, but his arm just tightened around Friday. Sasha was saying things in Russian, causing the wolves to flinch. However, one guy, who didn't look Russian didn't flinch. Kris opened his mouth slightly, almost gagging on the scent of werewolf. But a distinct human male scent lingered. The blonde guy with a black duffel bag wasn't a wolf. Odd.
Anton looked at Friday, his blue eyes pained. "I'm so sorry," He mouthed. Mikhail straightened his shoulders. Anton moved, as if to go to Sasha or Friday, but he dropped to his knees, a cry echoing in his lips. Mikhail was glaring at him. Sasha just shook her head. She glanced sadly at Friday. "I'm sorry, Anton. But I can't trust you. Mikhail is still your Alpha." She said. "Now get the fuck out of my house." She added, pointing to the door. Mikhail didn't move, debating her threat. Then one of the vases on the table flew towards Mikhail and smashed into the back of his head. "OUT!" And then more pottery levitated and Sasha panted. Sweat dripped down her brow. Mikhail rubbed his head, blood streaming down his fingers. He grunted.
"This isn't over, we will get the monster growing inside of her," He glared at Friday, growling at her. Kris took a step, a snarl deep in his chest. "I'll flay you if you try to put a filthy paw on her." He barked. Mikhail waved a hand, and the werewolves departed. The suspiciously human male paused, curiosity in his luminous blue eyes as he tilted his head and gazed at Friday. Then he vanished with the others. Sasha let out a sigh and the vases and glasses fell to their original positions. She slumped against the couch, sighing gently.
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Carey almost shivered at the words. Such dirty words falling from such an innocent mouth. He felt Theo's fingers flex in his hold. "Patience," he growled, biting on his neck gently. "Condoms?" He asked, licking up his jaw and searing their mouths together again. His hips rolled downward, their erections rubbing together in the most wonderful way. He sighed gently, as the pressure built up. He wasn't yet on the cusp of orgasm. "Lube?" He added, pulling his lips away. His eyes were dark, round, pupils blown.
He ran his free hand down Theo's chest, his fingers rubbing gently against his nipples, trying to get reactions out of him. Wonderful sounds. Carey, however, was more of the silent lover. One that didn't give up sounds easily, didn't give up the music of pleasure from his soul. He reserved those for a time, when he felt safe, comfortable, vulnerable. Not that he wasn't safe, nor comfortable, but they didn't know each other on such a deep emotional level yet. And Carey worked on making sure he didn't reveal any sounds that he could stop. Now, if Theo tickled him, he would bust out giggling and laughing, but never would he whimper, or cry, or moan. Maybe grunt, or growl.
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Marc blushed at Alexis wanting to know what he said. He leaned forward then, kissing him tenderly. "Maybe one day," he said, accent thick, heavy, like honey and chocolate dripped over something warm. The water seeped around them, bubbles rubbing over skin, causing the fragrance to linger in the air. So romantic.
Marc giggled when Alexis's hands gently dug into his sides, his hips, his armpits, causing him to laugh and squirm a bit. He was so sensitive when horny and wet, and slicked down with water. He paused as the warm water travelled over his body, down his chest in rivets and dripped from his hair. He slid his hands through his hair, pushing it back. Water streaked down his face, the lighting making him look like he was literally glowing.
He looked at his lover, feeling hands rub over him. He practically purred at the feeling. "God that feels good." He murmured. "Don't stop," he murmured, eyes closing and his head tilting back in appreciation. He smiled quietly, a tender smile. He found one hand gently running down his stomach, and down to his growing erection, slippy and warm.
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Post by Ninja on Feb 16, 2014 1:02:56 GMT
She smiled up at him and sighed. She leaned her head on his shoulder and bit her lip. It broke her heart to see Anton the way he was. They had become close friends and now it seems that they were being tore apart.Her hand squeezed his and stood up straight. It seemed that only the supernatural folk ended up attractive, because every single one of them was. It was so unfair. It scared her that at one point she considered him attractive.
When Sasha mentally threw pottery at the men, she had to concentrate to keep from giggling. However, when they left, she sighed and turned to Sasha. "Damn, that was crazy, but thank you." She rushed over and hugged her tightly, squeezing her eyes shut.When she pulled away, it seemed her motherly instincts were kicking in. "What a mess.." she said exclaimed, looking around. She then just kinda fell down, like a child that is having a tantrum, and started to cry. She had been holding it in but now it just came out.
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