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Thread: Unusual Circumstances (Me and darkangel76)

She kept moving forward, as though she was ignoring him, his pleas for her not to continue on with feeding the hunger that was emanating through her. Though him, try as he might to deny it. He could smell her arousal, the dampness between her thighs, and it make his length as hard as a rock, no matter how hard he tried to quell it. To be defiled in such a way angered and frustrated him, but to be defiled and killed in the bloodlust of a Lycan... the idea was unbearable to him. He would rather give up the secrets of the war than have it happen, but he knew there was no words that would push her back. He heard her then, as he had moved a good few feet, even if she was closer than that, nearly. Her words were almost begging like his were, and for a moment he felt pity for someone that had such difficulty fighting off her instincts, even those as strong as the ones he was fighting. He was having trouble as well, only helped by centuries of training and being tied down. He knew a few ways that he could have helped her, but... She was a lycan. A dirty lycan that only brought him here to torture him for information, then kill him. And yet here she was, now moving to disrobe herself as she went to take care of a need as basic as breathing. A sense of pity for her, as well as self-preservation filled him as he decided to help her. But biting her was out of the question He would drain her and kill her, then get killed. Nor did he want that reviling... sweet and flaming blood in his mouth. He shook his head to get that desire out of it. There was only one way that he could help her, and he had only one wish at the moment for him to. I will help, but you nor your clan must kill me. This is my price, and there will be no negotiation. Now, lower the barriers of your mind. He waited a few moments before he locked eyes with hers, his own eyes nearly matching hers with desire, even if his body didn't. His mind propelled into her body, taking control with fierce determination, first stopping her forward movement. He made sure to hold his power over her, though he could feel it slipping slowly... without full control on his own, he could feel the effects of the bond, his body squirming in a heat that he was foreign to. He made sure to have her move quickly then. Grabbing her Gown, pulling it back on before sitting in a nearby chair, he waited until her mind solidified its hold on her body before he released her mind, his own control back in his body, forcing it to behave.
Thread: Unusual Circumstances (Me and darkangel76)

Lydia couldnt believe the vampires words. Did he truly think shed kill him? That shed allow anyone she ruled over, even her brother, to kill him? There was absolutely no way in hell that shed let anyone, save herself, touch him. He was hers and he had to know it, had to feel it. And yet the very thought of that made her want to rip his throat out with her teeth. Suddenly, Lydia shook her head a little, trying her best to ignore the bonding threads she felt pulling her ever closer to the vampire before her. Disgusted and revolted by her bodys defiant actions, she let out the smallest of growls. Somehow she had to resist this urge, there had to be a way. The entire scene was more than humiliating. Just then, the vampire stared into Lydias eyes. Unblinking and unable to look away, she suddenly felt a nudge at her mind. She instantly knew what was happening. That damned vampire was invading her mind, controlling her with his power. Another small growl resonated within her throat. Shed meant for it to be as a show of anger, but as the sound struck her ears, she knew it wasnt that. It was something else entirely. It was acceptance, lust, acknowledgment of the pull and desire she felt for him. Letting her mind go blank, succumbing to the vampires will, Lydia let him do as hed promised. To help her. As she let him control her, trusting him to do as he said, she couldnt help but wonder how he managed to stay so calm, to push away all the feelings she was sure he was experiencing. What made him so strong? What made her so weak? Lydias hands, moving with a will that was not her own, began to refasten her gown, securing it so that the vampire could no longer see any part of her body that he shouldnt. Eyes wide, she suddenly moved to sit in a nearby chair. Swallowing, she felt the moment he let go of her mind, gave her back the control. Breathing heavily, she stared at him, blinking several times before she finally turned her head away from him. Speak, vampire. And you can begin by telling me your name, Lydia hissed, her body aching to join with this creature she hated, a being she didnt even know, a beast her kind were supposed to destroy.
Thread: Unusual Circumstances (Me and darkangel76)

He had relinquished control of his body, and even in the few moments that his mind had given up control over himself, the beast inside roared to life, the beast that he had fought to keep under control this whole time. It had been dormant until he had gotten near her, getting restless before erupting in full lust. The behavior of the beast was unlike his own mental discipline, the animation of carnal needs inside him. The other lycans he wanted to rip, rend, destroy for taking capture of him, to end their existences painfully. But this one in front of him... the beast knew that this was its mate. It wanted to rend, but not flesh. It wanted to rip, but only a very specific little blood. It wanted to destroy, but those others that dared to take her away from him. It wanted to fully bond, to be physically in tune to her. But most of all, above all little nuances, it wanted HER, to mate, to have him take her by force if necessary. And before, it could only be seen through his eyes, though his mind controlled the rest. Now, as his mind returned to his body, the beast took hold, moving forward, tongue moistening his lips as he fought against the bonds. But they were too strong to be simply released. He was well disciplined, though, and he quickly gained control of his body, forcing it to go limp for a moment before he turned to face her. Yet the lust that was burning inside for this lycan showed purely in his eyes, even if he would deny it. I am Alexander de Vaux. He said, in a low growl that partially gave away his hidden disposition. The threat in it even sounded playful to his ears, and he cut it short. I may have saved your sanity, if not your life. I have no intentions of dying here. Nor do I plan on telling you anything. I went into your mind just to get you back in control. But it is a taxing thing to do prolonged, and I have not fed. So do excuse me if I run at the first moment I have.
Thread: Unusual Circumstances (Me and darkangel76)

Lydia continued to keep her head turned away from the vampire as he told her both his name and how he didnt plan to cooperate. The moment his growl struck her ears, her dampened sex began throb with need. Stifling the whimpers she felt bubbling up from her chest, she crossed her legs and desperately tried to hide the scent of her arousal filling the air. Angry, frustrated, she bit down on her tongue, making it bleed, trying to let pain replace the lust she felt growing inside her body. These sensations washing over her ever since she laid eyes on that vampire were becoming more and more difficult to resist. Even with anger coursing through her veins, she found herself wanting to give in. Needing to give in. You are not going anywhere, Alexander, Lydia spoke, her voice a faade of icy calm. You will stay here and you will do as youre told. Just then, she turned her head, her dark eyes locking onto his. Looking into Alexanders eyes was Lydias first mistake. Again, she lost control over her senses, her body and mind separating, no longer working together. All rational thought disappeared and melted into nothing. Standing up, she licked her lips as she approached him once more. This time, she managed to stay her hands, but the look in her eyes said it all. She wanted to bond with him and she wanted it now. I know youll comply, Lydia then added, a coy smile playing over her moistened lips. Youve no choice. She continued to move toward Alexander until there bodies were merely an inch apart. Breathing heavily, she dared let one of her delicate fingers touch his skin. Instantly, she felt a heated jolt move across her skin, causing every part of her body to tingle. Her eyes fixed on Alexanders, Lydia knew that her words contained double meaning. She wasnt just referring to his current situation of being a captive to lycans, but to the fact that, like her, he was also in need, being pulled ever toward someone they loathed for no other reason than for what they were. Panting, Lydia moved ever closer to Alexander, her lips a mere breadth away from his own. She wanted to press hers against his, for the two of them to seal their fate by letting go and giving in to the base instincts and desires now forcing them together. The heat passing between the two of them was more than overwhelming. Lydia knew she couldnt withstand him much longer. If he were to touch her now out of his own free will, shed be his for the taking. Right there, in the throne room.
Thread: Unusual Circumstances (Me and darkangel76)

What the hell was wrong with him, what was going on with his body and mind that he was being so enthralled by this lycan in front of him. It was sad penance that he wasn't the only one affected, making it that much harder for him to resist, yet he did. But his power and resistance was wearing thin through her slow torturous methods, even if she herself fought it off. She turned to him, and he could see in her eyes that her mind was separating from her body. Yet he refused to dive back into her mind and leave his behind once more, knowing what the beast inside him wanted. He couldn't let it get a hold of him again for fear of what it would do to him. She moved closer to him, and he could see in her eyes that it was of her own volition. She was doing this on purpose! His control and walls were wearing thin, feeling her so close to his body. Her lips were so close to his own, and her heavy breathing sent the smell of sweet blood over his lips and nose, his fangs extending and aching for a taste of her. The touch on his skin sent a fiery shock that made his length bob in anticipation. For the first time in centuries, Alexander was afraid, for both his life and for his honor. How could he take what he hated most to bed? His eyes locked onto hers, showing her just how close he was to breaking. His very clothes were slowly phasing out, first his shirt, then his pants, rendering him nude to her gaze. The smell of her own arousal made his tongue moisten his lips, though he did not want a taste as long as he was sane. Please. He whispered. Do not untie me. I cannot control my actions now... It would be catastrophic to our very beings... And he couldn't control his own blood lust now, his head pushing forward so his lips met hers. It was a demanding and passionate kiss, his tongue taking siege on her mouth, dancing around her tongue, sealing the bite she had done and draining every drop of her sweet and spicy blood that it could. But it wasn't enough for his hunger, he wanted more.
Thread: Unusual Circumstances (Me and darkangel76)

Lydia moved with slow purpose, her hands gently caressing Alexanders arms as she noticed him using his powers to melt his clothes off his body, his fangs fully extended making her ache to feel them sinking into her flesh. She smiled at the sight of him before her. For the first time, she could plainly see that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Like her, trying so very hard to resist, but failing. For once they were on equal ground and it made her body radiate warmth. Regardless, she had no intentions of admitting just how absolutely delicious-looking he was to her eyes at that moment. They may have been on equal ground, but she wanted him to see that she still had the upper hand. So, with agonizing slowness, her dark eyes locked onto his, her hands began to work at the bonds holding him prisoner. More than anything, Lydia wanted to feel Alexander against her, their bodies moving in a torturous rhythm until they exploded in a symphony of rough pleasure, their bodies both spent and sated like never before. She could see he wanted it too. The way his mouth watered, his eyes flashed. The way his words and tone contradicted each other as he pleaded she leave him tied up. Every instinct she had, every part of her lycan body screamed in agony. It wanted this vampire so very badly, yet the repulsion it felt was raw and on the surface for both to see. No longer caring about their differences, lycan versus vampire. No longer caring about the war and who won. No longer caring about her brother and the others she led, Lydia continued to allow her fingers to deftly work at the ropes holding Alexander back. She had no idea what would be unleashed the moment he was free. Whether hed run or try his best to kill her. But somehow that didnt matter. The bond she felt for him was too strong now, her body needing to succumb to all that he could give her, all that he could take. To be with him, if even only once, she would take it, no regrets whatsoever. Her mind was swirling, all rational thought gone. Opening her eyes for a moment so that she could look into his, their bodies close as their lips were pressed together in the most passionate of kisses, she felt the last of the ropes fall to the floor.
Thread: Unusual Circumstances (Me and darkangel76)

This sinful little woman was wearing away at his mind and all the bonds that he had put upon himself, slowly tearing away at his restraint on himself and the beast that was within him. The beast had already won its fight, was primed to launch and conquer, to take what was rightfully his even as his mind reviled what was to come. The kiss lasted longer than he wished, his tongue dancing along hers, his fangs gently scratching at her lip as he tugged on it, then his tongue going over it for the sinful tease of her blood as he sealed it. It was so wrong in his mind, that such a demon like this lycan had such control over him. And even then, he had such control over her, as well. And thus the power struggle wore down, both coming down to equal terms, unable to conquer the surprising needs for one another nor stop the other from having them. He could feel his physical bonds falling away even as his mental ones hung useless in his mind, and as the last of the ropes fell from his hands and slid off his feet in response, the beast took control. No longer did the rationale thinking hold up to him. He moved faster than most could notice, pushing the lycan onto her back just before he launched himself at her, blanketing her body with his larger one, hands taking hers by the wrist and throwing them above her head, one hand holding them together. Tell me your name so I can know who I am dominating. He whispered into her ear in a husky growl, as his knees pushed her legs apart. The dress she wore easily slid up, and his hard length was greeted by hot juices coating it as he teased it along her folds. He couldn't hold back a moment, and without time for foreplay - like it was necessary - his hips plunged him into her, a rough taking, claiming her as his own physically even as his soul got ready to claim her in other ways.
Thread: Unusual Circumstances (Me and darkangel76)

In one swift movement, Lydia found herself being thrown onto the cold, hard floor. The impact caused her to bite down on her tongue, making it bleed, the metallic taste of iron flooding her mouth. Quickly regaining her focus, she saw the vampire lunge toward her, his body covering hers like a second skin in an instant. Breathing heavily, the taste of her blood swirling about her mouth, she didnt even try to struggle. Instead, she let Alexander have his way, though her mind protested her bodys actions at each and every turn. Tell me your name so I can know who I am dominating, Alexander whispered into Lydias ear making her shiver in anticipation as he pried her legs apart and pushed up her dress. As the heat between their bodies rose to scorching levels, Lydia could only let out a gasp. Her body was screaming for Alexander to claim it. Telling her over and over that he was the only one that could quench and sate the fire burning so brightly within her. Just then, not waiting for her to find her voice so as to answer his demand, he plunged himself deep inside her body. Lydia let out a loud yelp as Alexander began to stake his claim over not just her body, but everything else as well. As he began to pump her hard, she couldnt help but whimper. The sweetness of his claiming conflicted with the rational thought of her mind. She wanted to fight him, to fend him off, but body and instinct were winning that battle, making it clear that she had no say in what was happening between the two of them. It just was. Unable to resist, Lydia just closed her eyes, her lips seeking Alexanders. Her body writhed underneath his, wanting more. Needing more. She let her legs spread wider for him, letting him take what she knew was his even though she didnt want to admit such a vile thing. And though she wanted to scream, she would never do that. It would alert the others and she couldnt have that. Plus, the way his body felt as he thrust his hips against her body was something shed never give up. Not now. Now that she was totally lost to his claiming. Lydia Lydia finally rasped out between pants. My name is Lydia Lydia desperately tried to free her hands. Not to gain freedom, but so that she could touch Alexander. Grasp at his body, scratch her nails into his flesh. But he was strong, stronger than her. And it was all too clear who was doing the taking, though every part of her that was somehow bound to him loved it.
Thread: Unusual Circumstances (Me and darkangel76)

Above everything, above the pleasure of this sinful mating that should have never happened in a logical world, above buzzing of his head as the pleasures wiped his mind clean of every rational thought and instinct outside of mating, above every gasp and groan that the both of them were making, he heard the echoing roar of triumph from the beast inside him. He knew that it would be docile for a time after this, and he would be able to plan an escape... but would he be able to then? What he was doing now was above him, and already he could feel the strong bond that they had felt solidifying, soon to get even stronger. Even through the subconscious thoughts, his mind was willing to give and sacrifice for the pleasure it was receiving. He felt her mouth find his, and he opened his lips, letting his tongue find the iron taste of blood yet again, sweeping over her tongue to stop the bleeding even as he deepened the kiss. His mind was slowly realizing that she wouldn't want to escape, that holding her down wasn't necessary... and that he wouldn't be of much use with only one hand. His hand at her wrists slowly released, sliding down her arms in a soft and seducing manner, slowly following the trail of her side to her leg. He pulled it around his hip, drawing her ever closer, pushing him ever deeper into hot folds that drained his sanity. Lydia. He whispered. It was a sound that echoed through his soul, sending a shock through him that only wound him up tighter. Lydia, Lydia, Lydia... His lips had abandoned her mouth, slowly kissing down her cheek to her neck, feeling the hot blood pulsing fast, almost erratically from their love making. His fangs bared. HERE was a prize that both his mind and the beast could agree on, even if his mind thought it had been dirty. He had gotten a taste of her, and he wanted more... With no need to tease, he slowly bit down, his fangs slowly piercing skin until blood pooled in his mouth, and he groaned hotly against her neck, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The blood in her mouth was sweet and hot, but this was infinitely better, addicting to its core, fresh and hot. Another groan escaped his lips as he drank deeply, his hips only able to go faster as his body was rejuvenated. His own neck was bared, and even in his hatred and worry that she would kill him, he bared his neck to her, an offering of his own blood that would finish the bonding and hold them together forever with fibers on their very souls. He would never escape her, even if he wanted to. She would have control over him just as he had it over her. Not that it was a bad thing anymore.
Thread: Unusual Circumstances (Me and darkangel76)

Lydia only whimpered as Alexander repeated her name over and over again, her hands held fast as he dominated her body with his own. More than anything, she ached to touch him, for him to want her to and then let her. It would show a sign of trust. She knew that. And it was a trust hed not give so easily, not that she blamed him. But to deny the pull, the lust, the need? She couldnt bear it. Just then, Alexanders grip on Lydias wrists loosened. She dared herself to hope that hed allow her to explore that which she knew was hers now. If only hed succumb as she was. Suddenly, Alexander sank his fangs deeply into the flesh of Lydias neck, causing her to cry out in both ecstasy and pain, a sweet contradiction of sensations that threatened to take over her mind completely. Panting in want and need, she bucked her hips wildly against his, urging him to go deeper, to take her however he saw fit. As her hands were became free, she brought one down to caress his head, her fingers losing themselves in his hair, holding him closer, letting him feed. The other found its way to his back, her nails sinking into the skin at his shoulder, holding him tightly, making him bleed. The sounds Alexander made as he fed from her neck made Lydias body ignite in ways shed never dreamed. To think something as vile as a vampire could spark such raw animalistic urges and feelings in a lycan. It was ludicrous. Yet, it was happening. She couldnt deny it nor did she want to. Nearly crying at how her body was reacting, she still relished each and every moment of what was transpiring between the two of them. Suddenly, Alexander bared his neck to Lydia and instantly she knew what he wanted. Her mind reeling, her body screaming in rapture, she let her canines shift and grow, begging to be allowed the chance to bite him back. Breathing heavily, hips gyrating, she could no longer hold herself back. In an instant her lycan senses took over. A strange sort of strength radiated throughout her body and she pushed Alexander up and then back onto the floor, not once did their bodies break contact. Looking down at him, her canines resembling those of a wolf, she gasped for air, her hands touching and caressing his chest as if marking him with her scent. Her eyes glazed with need and lust, she pounced on his neck, her own teeth biting down on his flesh, tasting the blood of the one man she knew was hers now forever.