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Thread: Dark decadence (Sweet&Raziel)

Still, even after the lust going through her body, she was being shy about it, about her feminine body. And as he thought about it, about the stories he had heard about that mortal enemy of his that was her father, he could see why. Being brought up like a man, hiding her body in public? It was definitely something he could at least understand. But it wasn't long before she uncovered them, and his hands went to her breasts, gently rubbing and teasing the soft, heated flesh. It wasn't long before she took one of his hands, pulling it to her hot core, and he gladly started stroking, some teasing to build her up a little bit. I know. He whispered against her lips. I thought you were a man, you played the part well enough. And I wanted that petty revenge on your kin for what happened. He blamed her father for Clara's death, for not standing his ground and giving his life for her. You are just as beautiful as your mother... His lips were on hers again, kissing her deeply, and his clothes disappeared, leaving him completely bare to her body and touch. Her scent turned him on to no end, his blood pulsing and heated like molten lava, his length completely hard and pressing lightly against her hips. He knew that she wanted it, couldn't hold back himself, so he moved his hand away from her core, moving his hips down sliding and rubbing his length against her hot, soaked feminine core. Her lips wrapped around his length easily, like it was meant to fit, delicate in its acceptance, and after a few teasing rubs, he slid into her, a soft moan escaping against her lips as he buried inch by slow inch into her.
Thread: Dark decadence (Sweet&Raziel)

my mo- She mumbled confused, but their lips were meshing together before she could string a sentence together. Amelia winced in slight pain as he pushed his way inside of her. She was lucky, the drug had made her wet so his member slipped is fairly easy. She couldn't help moaning. He was inside her. The sensation was strange but she liked it. Every inch of her skin wanted to be connected with his. If she could fuse herself into him, she would have. Her tongue wiggled it's way into his mouth. Her hands, small but callused from years of holding a sword, squeezed his shoulders. Her sweet noises, barely audible, but so clearly female. Oh god... She breathed, her hips grinding against his desperately. Amelia's thin legs wrapped around him, her rips arched toward him.
Thread: Dark decadence (Sweet&Raziel)

Her figure was so completely feminine that he was starting to wonder now how she was able to trick him at first that she was a man, but the thought was out of his mind as he was buried inside her, her grip like a sheathe on a blade personalized, a perfect fit on him. He slowly slid out, nearly all the way, before sliding in, her wetness helping greatly to make it easier on her. Her tongue peaked in his mouth, and he returned in kind, his own tongue dancing around hers. His right arm wrapped around her, pulling her body closer to his own in desperation, while his other one went to her leg, holding it to him as she wrapped them around him. Like that it went for a good hour, but to him it could have only been minutes. His fangs were grown out, and he had to stake his claim on her, possess her completely. He broke the burning kiss of passion, kissing down her cheek to her neck, lips and teeth gently teasing her pulse. His hips had sped up slowly the entire time, and now he was pushing deep at her, moans common from how amazing she felt to him. His gums ached to feel her blood against them, and he bit down, feeling her blood pool in his mouth. His eyes rolled back as a fresh moan escaped his throat, holding himself back from the orgasm that threatened to burst him right there. Her blood was a delicacy that he could never dream existed! Such spice! Such heat! He never wanted to go without it again.
Thread: Dark decadence (Sweet&Raziel)

She had cum at least five time as they pulsed together in their intimate dance. Each time it grew more powerful that she wasn't even sure her body could handle the next one. How he managed to hold back so long baffled her. He thrust into her again, she cried out loudly. She sung so boldly she was afraid the angels in heaven would hear her sinful song. The snowy blond had lost herself. With a smile pulling at her lips, she let herself enjoy everything. It was as if she were inside someone else. What every she did now felt like an illusion. He was her lover that was focused purely on her. She giggled as he moved down her neck, his eyelashes tickling her sensitive flesh. Then she felt the pain. His teeth dug into her, releasing a crimson fountain. It trickled down her collar to her breast. She lightly swore. Just like an idiotor because of the drugs she had forgotten who exactly he was. Vampire. The monsters she hated more then anything. They were the plague on humanity.... She closed her eyes, the pain was quickly washed away with a warmth. It spread from the bite and flooded her body with a tingling pleasure. W-what are you doing? She stuttered. Speaking normally was becoming increasingly difficult. Amelia was being taken away by the sweet feeling that infected her sense. Her arm wrapped around his and grabbed onto his hair. Don't stop. She begged, feeling whorish for saying such a thing, but it was true. It was like after being asleep she had just awoken.
Thread: Dark decadence (Sweet&Raziel)

Her orgasm after orgasm pulled on his senses, but he was able to hold back purely for her pleasure, though in part because he couldn't mark her as his own. Though when he bit her, he heard the sense of fear, before the warmth and pleasure of the bite went over her. As she begged for him to continue, his thrusts sped up just for her, to please her even more, to show her that even if this was only the pleasure of the body for the moment, maybe he wasn't the monster she thought he was. At least to her. His eyes closed and rolled back as he drank, and his mind was in fast forward, going over a large chain of events that led here. Everything that gave her to him. The moments him and Clara had together in friendship. Her leaving him and running off with the German man. The accidental death of her mother. Her being raised as a hunter. Him being assigned to watch the city when she came to hunt him. Fate had a weird way with life. He had been the saving hand that she was alive to this day, and here she was, sharing the moment, nay, the life with him that they both craved. He finally understood why fate denied him one before. He pulled his fangs out from her neck, his tongue going over the bite marks on her neck, sealing them and leaving a small mark to show that she was forever his. He slowly trailed his tongue over the blood that escaped down her neck, before his hand came up from her leg to his own neck. His finger turned into a talon before slashing at his neck, making a deep wound, the blood starting to slide down his neck. His hand went behind her head and pulled her towards the wound, pulling her lips to it. Drink. He whispered deeply, huskily, a moan escaping afterward as his hips sped up a little more.
Thread: Dark decadence (Sweet&Raziel)

If she had been in a sane mind frame, the fact that he cut himself would have alarmed her. If she had been sane she wouldn't refused his blood without a second thought, but she wasn't. Amelia's tongue lapped up his blood hungrily, making sure there was no leftover on him. Once she had cleaned what had leaked from the wound she became to suckle the cut. Something was pushing at her brain. It was something her father forced her to read in a book... The hunter couldn't understand why something trivial like that would be popping into her head now. She lifted her head, blood still on her lip, and stared at him with lusty, erotic eyes. Sweat beads glistened on her breasts from their diligent humping. Like a savage animal, she grabbed him with her lips. The favor of their blood swapped to each other, she couldn't taste the difference. It tasted metallic to her, and a bit salty. He was thrusting faster now. Amelia moaned into their kiss. Her erect nipples rubbing against his firm chest. Annoyance. What was it that kept her bother her? Something to do with blood....She didn't want to think about it.
Thread: Dark decadence (Sweet&Raziel)

He moaned loudly as he felt her tongue expertly getting every drop that had escaped the cut from his neck, before her mouth locked on it, sucking to get his life blood. His mind was going crazy with need as she rubbed against him, as she accepted the last bit to link the two of them together forever. It was a little strange in his mind that he found the person he was to be with. But his mind cleared of those thoughts as she left his neck, which healed on its own, and found his lips in a heated passion that he returned more than ten fold. It wasn't long before he hit is orgasm, and he pushed deep inside her with a few thrusts as he came, hot seed filling her on the inside. The bed was getting quite soaked, with their sweat and their mixed juices now mingling. He came down slowly, panting as he held her close to him, eyes closed. e picked a few things out of her mind, giving her what she needed from his. Amelia... He whispered, eyes closed and his forehead against her shoulder. He started speaking in a low murmur, a language that was ancient and foreign, but if she looked in his mind, she would see it translated in his mind for her, simply put, he was binding himself to her, for her wellbeing and trust and needs over his own. And as he said it, he could feel the binds linking them together, pulling their souls ever closer. Even if she didn't understand mentally, he knew her soul knew, deep down.
Thread: Dark decadence (Sweet&Raziel)

How did you... She started, still panting for their previous activities. The vampire spoke, cutting off the question. He mumbled something to her. At first she just thought it was gibberish but then words started to stand out to her. Life mate? Her face flushed away it's pinky color. The hunter was as deadly pale as a ghost. What the hell was he talking about? it couldn't be about her, could it? All the lust that had drugged her earlier seemed to have vanished and she suddenly felt very sober. How did she even understand what he was saying? What had he done to her this time? Get off me! She shouted. Amelia, with a violent shoved, leaped away from the bed. Cum dripped down her leg, leaving a little trail. She was horrified, confused, angry and ashamed all at the same time. She looked down at her body with utter disgust for what she did, for liking it, for being marked by a vampire. The blood exchange. It had been the thing she had read about in the book. She hadn't paid much attention too it because she thought it wouldn't happen to her. You monster, what the hell are you trying to pull? I Hate you kind. Do you understand that? I kill vampires. The only, and I mean the ONLY reason I would ever do something so...lewd is because you drugged me. She looked around the room for her clothes. They were scattered everywhere. She grasped her binding, that had been throw about the room in disarray, and like the expert she was flatted her chest back down. Her Breeches were hanging off a small table. You used me. She said in frustration. Amelia snatched them up, slipping one leg in at a time. She LET him use her. She could have said no, even if it was driving her mad she still could have sent him away. I'll come back here and kill you one day. Her privates were covered but she was far from decent. Her stomach was still visible along with her cute belly button. With another quick scan of the eyes so looked for her...She glared at the naked vampire. He didn't say a word, just held up her remaining garments. Just moments ago they had been in a deep display of flesh and lust. Just moments ago her virginity was taken. Now, just the look of his face made her want to stab him. How kind of you to get those for me. She said with mock gratitude. The hunter hotly walked up to him to steal the clothes from his grasp but the beast didn't let go. I just want my clothes and sword, now drop it. She threatened. Not that she would seem very intimidating to him...especially after... she forced herself not to blush.
Thread: Dark decadence (Sweet&Raziel)

Of course one of the things he would grab would be her clothes, it was the only key he had that would stop her tirade in his room about how she was this grand killer of Vampires. He knew it all, saw inside her head, and she had never killed a vampire on her own before. He would have been her first solo mark, but she would never learn. e bounced the clothes a little bit in his hand just before she turned to him. Her threat didn't mean anything to him, and he held them out of her arms reach after she grabbed and tried to tug on them. Apparently you don't get your position. He said, in a slightly teasing voice, as his free hand grabbed her by the shoulder, his own eyes shining from his luck of finding her at all, never the less finding such a spirited and fiery lass. You are in my household. And you seem to think that I drugged you like I did because I'm some evil man tat wanted to have sex with you. If you remember, you played the part of a man when I did. I did it out of revenge. I didn't have to help you like I did. And yes, it was help, because had I not done what I did so quickly, you would be dead by now. His hand gently squeezed her shoulder before pulling her closer, and he kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss that sent fire through him into every inch of his being, as he was sure that it did to her. He stood up fully after that, then reached up and ripped her clothes up into little shreds. I have to address the public about the Vampire Hunter that came into Venice tonight. He said softly, leading her to the nearby wardrobe that was hidden in the shadows. And it would not look good for you to be in the same clothes. Pick a dress you like and try it on, because you will be at my side through this. When everything has settled in Venice, and you still completely hate my guts, I will let you leave, with a new set of clothes so you aren't recognized.
Thread: Dark decadence (Sweet&Raziel)

She stared at him, then her shredded clothing that hung off like rags. Astonishingly he managed to leave her skin perfect and uncut. Wait, you're telling me if we didn't...I would have died? It was a frightening realization but she had felt it. The feeling was utter torture, that longing was more agonizing then any broken bone or wound she'd experienced. The hunter didn't want to think about what would have happened if she were actually a boy. 'Why do you even have a drug like that?' she questioned but didn't make it audible. The explanation was probably worse then not knowing. Her lips were still tingling for his kiss. Why can't I leave before you give the speech? This roused only more questions. The public? That sounded like a good deal larger then a clan of twenty. Why a dress? She pulled off a man better then she did a woman. She didn't even know how to swing her hips! Why did he even own dresses? Just how many other women had he used his little sex drug on then lured to his room? She felt herself growing more annoyed by the situation. Amelia wasn't aware of their mental connection, or at least he mind wasn't ready to deal with the fact yet. She half suspected that 'so she would be recognized' was just an excuse so he could tear her clothes off. Distrustful was her nature. Everyone is either our enemy or a resource to use. He was her enemy and she was his resource. None the less her bashfulness was getting the better of her. Her nipples, still excited from earlier, poked though the tattered fabric. She looked at the overly flashy outfits that appeared to be made for a wealthy duchess. One gown in particular caught her eye. It was made from a silky sky blue fabric mixed with darker blue ruffles and bows decorating it's yards and yards of cascading fabric. Too formal. It was a ball gown of the utmost class, it would only draw more attention to her and her inability to behave womanly. She eyed the other side of the closet, glazing at the vampire's own clothing. He was taller then her. His chest and shoulders were also more masculine then her feeble female ones. If She took one of his outfit it would just look strange on her, plus the vampire would just tear them off again. There's nothing I can wear. She said in a defiant tone. And if I could, I have no idea how to put one of those dresses on.
Thread: Combat Training (Yenpointfive and Atzura)

Alright gentlemen. I am Commander Melanice. Stated a woman with a slender body build and a dim blue colored hair. Her chest was covered in bullet resistant armor, and she wore a traditional Commander's hat. I am pleased to inform you, that you six gentlemen have passed your physical examinations and have done well in your academic segments as well. You are all capable of driving and fixing automobiles and weaponry, and that's good enough reason for me to have you in our units. I understand that most of you have travelled very far and must be very tired. Her eyes narrowed, But apparently, I fail to give a shit. From now on, your bodies, your hearts, your fucking lives, belong to me, and your country. I have assigned you to several different units. I will start calling you by name and tell you where you will end up. She extended her hand as another gentleman rushed towards her with a board. There was something latched unto the back of her pants... it looked like a whip! Most of the recruits looked at each other, not sure of what to expect. They were recently accepted into this mysterious, but successful army, and now it was time for them to be put into whatever division this, Melanice decided to put them into. There were stories about The Commander. No one ever stated that she was a woman.
Thread: Combat Training (Yenpointfive and Atzura)

Alex certainly didn't look like he belonged there. 5 of the gentlemen standing infront of her looked like they'd come out of one of the government run super-soldier programs, 3 of them had. But Alex Corwin was different. He hadn't come to this unit by any particular ability that made him better than the other 99 of the army. Determination was a funny thing. Put in enough effort and get really lucky and you didn't have to be all that good. It didn't sound like such a sound principle until you realized that there was a junior in his name. And Alex Corwin Senior had become a four star general off the exact same philosophy. He certainly stood out from the others. He was well muscled and perfectly built, but still a little on the slender side for a soldier. His face looked more like it belonged on the silver screen than on a battle field. His eyes were an entrancing shade of green that contrasted nicely with flame red hair. Coming out of boot-camp didn't really offer much of a choice in clothing, which left him in the standard issue fatigues, though her cloths made him rather hopeful for a more lax dress code. Now, Alex had standing at attention down to a fine art. Standing around and looking impressive was what he was good at, which meant that he generally got to act as a platoon leader, simply by virtue of this ability, and it was a rare day that saw a lapse in judgment on his part but there were things in this world worth taking a risk for, and his new commander managed to weasel her way into this position pretty quickly. His eyes darted from their intended position off to the side, looking her way rather than straight ahead. The look in her eyes wasn't one that he particularly wanted to focus on at the moment but her face begged them to stay a little longer. As for her body, it took his eyes a long while to move down it, but they managed to make it down to about her waist before hitting a snag. He could fake looking ahead rather than at her, but the shocked look when he noticed the whip shone through.
Thread: Combat Training (Yenpointfive and Atzura)

Commander Melanice looked over her board and started calling names. Magoichi Nero. A man, tallest of the bunch stepped forward just a bit. Yes sir. Seriously now, do I look like a sir to you? No, no mam. Okay, welcome, you are going to division nine. Weapons and technology. Please follow the young man to your right, take your belongings, you will be under direct order of Captain Marcos. You may leave. He saluted and moved out as instructed. Sandro Alexander and Jason Kel. Two others stepped forward. Jason Kel, congratulations on working so smoothly and scoring so high. We are truly impressed with your score as well as Alexander's. You two will be reporting to division two, central intelligence. Please follow the young lady with the tight ass to your left. She will prepare you for flight, you have a two hour flight ahead of you, and then a five hour lecture waiting for you. You will be under the command of Captain Griffon. Go. Yes Mam. They repeated, heading towards the officer, who indeed had quite a tight ass. Miguel Santos. Yes Mam... We are happy to have you with us, again we apologize for the loss of your father in previous service. You scored well, and will be under the guidance of Flight Captain Melkor. You are now in division four, Air Strike. You can follow Private Miller here. Captain Melkor is sending someone to pick you up. By jet. Yes mam... He saluted her and followed this Private out of sight. Lastly, Carmine Rook and Alex Corwin. You both did very well on your exams and tests, but what we like most about you is your physical capabilities. I might also add that you are both physicially fun to look at, so it's my pleasure to introduce you to division one. The ground force. Corwin I understand your father, was an outstanding general in his own right. I respect that, and I expect high achievements from you. Your will be following direct orders from Commander Melanice. That's me. So pick up your shit and let's get ready to go. She turned around and started to walk.
Thread: Combat Training (Yenpointfive and Atzura)

Alex didn't really take his eyes off of Melanice much during the exchange. Watching big burly men he had no real connection to heading off in different directions wasn't particularly interesting. Of course, when she called attention to the officer's ass he did take a second to see what prompted the comment. And he wasn't disappointed, Melanice certainly did have good taste in that regard. Not that he let his eyes linger for too long, no need to draw unwanted attention. A grin spread across the young soldier's face when he was told that he made division one. Just the way he wanted it. Any old fool with twitch reflexes could fly a plane, and then get blown up just because bad intel didn't tell you the bad guys had gotten their hands on an old decommissioned surface to air missile battery. No, ground combat was what he was born for. Where no matter how bad you were fucked at least you could stand up straight, keep shooting, and hope you got really lucky. No sense dying in a flying tin can that had zero leg room. Thank you ma'am. I aim to please. He said with a little grin as she brought up her expectations. He didn't take long to hoist his pack onto his back and set out after her, his boots hitting the ground with the exact same timing as both hers and Rook's. Funny thing about walking in formation for long periods of time, after a while any soldiers automatically seemed to fall into the rhythm of everyone around them, in their case, hers. Of course, he wasn't really paying any attention to that fact. Rather he was trying to figure out who had a nicer ass, Melanice or the officer from before.