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Thread: Just A Kiss (Reserved)

Hnng...I do believe...that I'm fucking you , she murmured with a deliciously bubbly giggle, feeling her body quickly mount up towards that undeniable orgasm. She smiled whilst she felt his hand slap against her ass, a motion that was more than accepted by her. Always having enjoyed the mixture of pain with pleasure, the added sting to her sensitized flesh was more than enough to make her bounce quicker...faster, moving with such urgency, as she wanted to bring him to that moment of utter bliss. Alexandra wanted to be the sole reason of him falling over that edge, filling her tight cunt with hot, thick seed... That thought within itself had her whimpering, unable to help herself and the way she reacted to near everything that was assaulting her body. From the obvious intrusion of his cock, to the way he panted against her ear, from the brief, teasing flutters of a cool breeze across her flushed flesh. It was all adding up to a wonderful, frighteningly intense moment of completion. Oohhh, fuck , she purred, feeling herself grow that much closer. Luckily for her, and her heightening cries, he kissed her. Silencing her as best he could for the moment, Alex closed her eyes and threw herself completely into him. Cupping at the sides of his handsome face, she drank in his taste and let her body seize his, her muscles clamping down around him, whilst she finally hit the very tippy top. Alex came, hard and strong. Her body quaking atop of his, and wetness dripping solely over him...just as she felt it. That quick, sudden twitch of his member, and her insides were being rushed with an explosion of thick warmth. He filled her, to the point their mixed essences were drooling out of her, and onto him. A complete mess now, she pulled away, gasping for air as her eyes slowly opened...and looked down to him, caught in a moment of silence, unable to truly decipher reality from fantasy.
Thread: Just A Kiss (Reserved)

Hnnng... A content, tired sigh left her as she allowed her body to lower completely upon him. Her muscles throughout her arms and legs were burning, and it felt good to let them finally rest, after having been so taut. Settling her cheek firmly against his bare shoulder, she rested there, listening to him carefully...and finding that, well, she couldn't help but agree. It had been amazing, and surely blew all of her expectations away. He had made her feel something she hadn't quite felt yet, even with Jonathon. Should she feel guilty because of that? Of course, and she did. It was just...well, there was no reason for her to sour this moment of enjoyment. What do you think, she questioned him, smiling against his bare skin. It was fucking outstanding, Alexandra cooed, drawing her nails up and down his bare side. He was still lodged within her, both their bodies shamelessly connected. It was a strange sensation to her, something of comfort and pure depth. I wouldn't mind doing this more often, either...however...I think next time we should make it a priority to have a bed somewhere, she commented, tipping her eyes up, so she could look to him. As much as I enjoyed the hot leather of this chaise lounge...well, I'd enjoy the soft padding of a nice mattress even more... When would their next time be, she wondered? There was plenty of opportunities for them to take. Be it at one another's households...to a business trip. They often found themselves corresponding nearly anywhere, for work. Now, Alexandra knew they were going to enjoy this time away from their significant others, for a completely different reason. One, that she had warmed up to far faster than she had anticipated.
Thread: Les Cirque Des Merveilles ( The Circus of Wonders)

Tickets please, dear children. Come un, come tout... It's late eighteen hundreds and the french circus, Cirque Des Merveilles, has just arrived in Germany and settled in the Black Forest, a perfect setting for a group of freaks like themselves. Many have come from all over to see what wonders the circus holds, but will they be able to hold their stomachs when they see the cannibal eating fresh, warm flesh? Or the man who is also part beast? Whether or not you're sickened by such sights is up to you. But please, enjoy your time at Cirque Des Mervilles where madness is the norm. ...pour voir les freaks CIRCUS RULEZ 1 No Godmodding and no instant hits, families do quarrel and it is actually encouraged. 2 If your character dies, let me know. 3 Each person is allowed up to three characters 4 Romance and action are encouraged. Duh. 5 Any OOC chatter must go in this ---- Thread 6 Before you start posting you must make a Character Profile first. 7 Be creative 8 Follow BMR rules, no ifs ands or butts about it! OPEN!! May My Freaky Family Thrive!
Thread: Les Cirque Des Merveilles ( The Circus of Wonders)

Ah! So sweet and precious were the screams of the audience as she watched from the side of the tent, in darkness as warm human flesh was consumed before their very eyes. Such a symphony was it that it caused the olive skinned ring leader to tremble from delight. A doll, so odd, sat upon her shoulder. Plump with a tutu and a jester hat and the face of a clown. Cute, in his master's eyes, and funny. At the sound of the belch from her beloved friend, she just had to laugh. Bile spilled in the stands as stomachs churned with no remorse. The smell of rotting flesh wafting in the air and when her friend was done she walked to the center of the ring with an impish grin as the light focused on her. Our Human Canninal!! Bon apptit mon ami!! They bowed and the table and the remnants of human flesh were cleared from view and various clowns emerged. Please!! Enjoy our vendors. Partake of food, and drinks, and.... what is that Dolly? She spoke to the doll upon her shoulder as it stood and whispered in her ear. Ah yes!! Some much needed fresh air!! We are not done yet ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls.... watch our acrobats as they brave the height with great delight!! See you soon.... The guests wasted no time exiting and taking to the vendors and marveling at the 'freaks' that walked around idly outside of their own tents. Dolly headed out back where it was lined with tents that housed each of her 'family'. Quarreling and sounds of passion, mingled with idle chatter and the occasional scream. How she loved them... loved them all. Time for a break Dolly... what do you think? Dark red lips dawned a smile as the doll sat back down upon her shoulder as she walked the grassy way between the rows of tents. Some opened, some closed. Some leaking smoke and awful fumes, by now she knew the stench of blood, and sex all too well. She walked past a werewolf dawning indian garb, a man with no face, no sex, and no voice. He was sweet and she gave each a hello until she reached her own tent in the center of the sea of tents. The doorway was always opened. A wooden trunk of wooden dolls and various other things. Candles lit the entire room with a cot she happily passed out on. Glass bottles and a silver flask sat upon her desk. Many empty from the previous night. Okay... off with you Dolly. She instructed. Dark eyes watched as the toy hoped off of her shoulder, just barely caught the edge of the desk and began struggling with the top of the flask. Tsk tsk tsk... you are such a drunk Dolly, where ever did you pick up such a disgusting habit? She grinned and laughed at her own jest.
Thread: Les Cirque Des Merveilles ( The Circus of Wonders)

With a detatched interest, Vincent watch the cannibal. Silently he marveled at the ability to do something so... barbaric in the first place. Though he may disapprove with the cannibal's act, they were his family all the same. In fact, he rather liked the cannible when they weren't applying their... trade. With his hands firmly clasped behind his back, he watched with an impassive face as Dolly took center ring. The proprietor of the circus was something of an enigma to Vincent. So young and yet so full of... something, Vincent couldn't put his finger on it when he tried. Casually his eyes flicked over to the stands as the throngs of people ushered themselves out, followed by the stench of flesh consumed. It was the reactions that Vincent loved the most, even when they were negative. Vincent wished that it was -him- in the ring instead of the cannibal, truth be told. All those eyes upon him, the gasps from the crowd.. It was intoxicating to say the least. As the intermission was called, Vincent turned on his heel slowly and made his way out of the back of the tent. By now he had gotten used to the sights, sounds and smells that the circus' preformers were so prone to giving off and so he walked calmly through the myriad of tents that littered the area. Occasionally he would peek in one if the flap was open, or linger outside of one if something sounded interesting, but he looked like he had no particular goal in mind. He even passed his own tent, a smaller sized thing perfect for the minimalist within him. He took a quick peek inside. A bed, a lamp which currently sat unlit and a trunk. The only truly noticeable thing in his tent were the books. Three large bookcases were stuffed full of the things. Most looked old and some were in languages that had almost been forgotten. These were Vincent's prized posessions and some said that he loved the books more than any one thing. He layed his attention upon the shelves for a few moments longer before he retreated from the threshold of the tent and again turned on his heel. He eventually made his way towards Dolly's tent. Standing slightly to the side, he averted his gaze to the ground before he spoke, not looking directly into the tent. As a demon he was unusually polite and formal, sometimes unbearably so. A fine show as always, Ringmaster. He said from his spot to the side. I believe that the cannibal caused more people to lose their food this time around. It was supposed to be a joke, really, but his odd way of speaking left it questionable when exactly he was trying to be funny.
Thread: Les Cirque Des Merveilles ( The Circus of Wonders)

Dolly had, by now, opened up the flask and poured a little in a shot glass before taking a few swigs herself. The thing blood rushing to her cheeks in a bit of a blush while her dark eyes looked down upon the doll that sat upon the desk, as she pondered how on earth it drank the harsh beverage and if it even had an effect. Thoughts were pierced by the sound of a familiar voice. She cracked a lax smile before walking to the frame of the doorway and sighed. So charming Vincent, you flatter us so.... right Dolly? Dolly!! She yelled as she watched the pudgy doll spill the contents of her flask upon its absorbent body while trying to drink. Damn doll is such a drunk. She said with a groan. Funny, since she too was considered a drunk when the times allowed. Of course, we are no where near far from over. Your time will be this evening, of course. By then the tent will be packed!! Oh how people marvel at you Vincent. Dolly was well with the flattery and knew her family well. The nights were crowded with people. Only scaredy cats came during the sunlight hours and those who braved the show at night, were vast. Bored? I have a gift for you my friend... hold on. She disappeared into her tent and dug through her trunk, Ouch! I have every mind to use you as a pin cushion should you do that again... She said to something in the box until she took out a book. Blowing the thick dust off of its cover and walking back outside wiping the rest off. Clearly an old book in a dead language. She wasn't sure if he owned it already, but it was doing nothing but collecting dust in the bottom of her trunk. Here. No takesy backsys, so take it and just smile and nod. She said with a little laugh. I can't read it, so why keep it? I stole the demon out of it, so it's useless to me now. She looked at the bleeding tip of her finder. Little sucker will have to be tamed up a bit. She said more to herself than Vincent before sucking blood off of the tip of her finger.
Thread: Les Cirque Des Merveilles ( The Circus of Wonders)

Keeping his eyes averted, he nodded as she spoke. Vincent actually made eye contact with very few people when he wasn't in the ring. In the ring he came alive, becoming loud and enthusiastic, a stark opposite to the tacturn and distant demon that she now had before her. He didn't blush at her words, but a small upturn of his lips rewarded her words in a rare, if somewhat forced, smile. When she retreated back into her tent to rummage around the trunk, only then did he lift his eyes. He first looked at the doll, who was somehow drinking, though doing a bad job of it. He had quickly gotten over the mild surprise of an animated doll, now seeing it as something interesting and entertaining at times. The doll only had his attention for a moment, before he looked over at the woman herself. He didn't have a good view out of the corner of his eye, but he helped himself to what he could see. As long as he had been here, he hadn't made any moves on anyone really, or showed any actual interest. Oh, he had offers, but eventually people had given him up as a lost cause. This seemed to suit him just fine, at least that's what it looked like. The Ringmaster is far too kind to me. He said, already having averted his gaze when she had let out that sharp cry of pain and subsuquently risen to her feet. He took the book, running a hand over the cover, staring at it. A very old book indeed. He remarked idily, opening it up. The words spoke of terrible things and horrible acts of depravity and sin, just up his alley. After he had closed the book, he flicked his eyes to the side, staring again out of his periphrial vision. I wonder though, how exactly the Ringmaster came to hold such a... treasure. The word was used delicatley with some implication leading one to believe that it wasn't a treasure, but moreso a taboo work. He looked to the side for only a moment, before looking back down. The book, he was sure he already had, but perhaps not in the post-demon infested form. Still, he was sure he could find room for it someplace and he was far from denying the woman to his right. And I shall admit that I find intermissions... tedious. I often times find myself wondering for something to do. There was a small shift in his shoulders to indicate a shrug. I see the Ringmaster has an easy time finding ways to amuse herself between the acts.
Thread: Les Cirque Des Merveilles ( The Circus of Wonders)

Dolly dawned a lax smile and noted the subtle difference in his facial features when she gave him the book and he observed it aloud. Oh there they were again. Talking away once more. She agreed with the voices, it looked like he did like the book. Why they told her to treck through the woods so late at night to the desolate area of Mildwien so many years ago, was beyond her, but she never turned down their advice. What? Of course not, sillies. They are family... after all. She nearly laughed. Why would she want to break him? The youth was completely oblivious to that fact that the voices had said 'break him in' . Alas, she tuned them out, as she had learned to do so well, and continued back to reality. I find it hard not to entertain yourself when surrounded by so many people. Like you. I'm almost never alone. Besides Dolly... She turned to look at the doll inside of the tent and sighed before rolling her eyes. One moment. Back inside she went and grabbed with doll with one hand. The doll appeared to have passed out. She stood outside of the tent once more and squeezed the doll tightly, with both hands. Wringing out the vodka from his stuffed little body. Honestly, I don't think he can actually drink, let alone get drunk. I think he just mimics. Silly doll. She held him before her by one leg and watched him dangle there as his little eyes blinked. If it is entertainment between acts you seek then I'm always available... you know that. Though... I can't always say what I'll be doing. She licked her lips at the smell of the alcohol. Yesterday someone tried hurt Otho, you know... the crusnik... and we had to punish him. Well... you see how he ended up... he was in the last act. You know my policy... no killing the innocent, but he was far from innocent. I promise you. Who tries to kill a crusnik with a wooden stake is beyond me. The guy wouldn't hurt a fly... I think. She pondered her words for a second. Another sigh and she stole a kiss from his cheek that lasted only a second. The mermaid lady says she has a thing for you. Why not go after her? Too fishy for you? I can understand. I can take human rotting flesh, but fish is a completely different smell. She continued talking, knowing he wasn't much of a conversationalist. Come on Vincent you gotta open up a little. Not everyone has my awesome talent to read your miniscule emotions and love your monotone disposition as I do. The doll woke up in her hands and hit her with its plush little hand, catching her attention. I'll let you go, but stay away from the drinks or I'm sending you back to hell, got it? She tone was serious. She threw the doll back inside of the tent where it flipped through the air and landed on the cot like it was an act.
Thread: Les Cirque Des Merveilles ( The Circus of Wonders)

Vincent shifted uncomfortably, or rather moved his weight from one foot to the other. If he was uncomfortable, he certainly didn't show it. Again he found himself staring at the doll as it hung in the air suspended by it's foot, not really paying attention, but having very little else to look at. It surprised him that the Doll was able to hold so much liquid in it's body, rather than it walking around in the first place. He consented to her words with a nod as she continued to speak, and the kiss she put on his cheek for the moment made him raise an eyebrow. His skin was cool to the touch, but still soft with just the faintest touch of warmth. If he were one to blush, surely he would be doing so at the moment. The mermaid lady? He echoed faintly, finally turning his eyes upwards to meet that of Dolly's. He held the look for just a brief moment, then he looked away. Yes... I have been told by a few people that she is pining for me... He said with a small nod. Clearing his throat, he continued to speak. However you are correct. As appealing as she is on the upper half, I fear the smell may be more than I can bear. Was he really as boring as she was making him out to be? Sure, he enjoyed his solitude but who didn't? There was that uncomfortable shifting of weight on his feet, looking more like he was changing his stance. He changed the subject though, glancing upward before he did so. I had also heard of the attack, though was not around to see it. Rest assured Ringmaster, I would have done my best to stop such barbaric behavior. Again, what he said might have been a joke, considering where he was, but the monotonous way in which he spoke mad it hard. There was a small pause on his part, where he looked back down at the book. Perhaps he -should- open up a bit more, like Dolly was saying. While he couldn't bring himself to join the rocous parties and other such things that the preformers were prone to throw, but maybe he could loosen up... a little bit. But perhaps you are right. He admitted after conversing with himself for a few moments. It would be a shame to deprive others of my... He hesitated as he recalled the words. ...Miniscule emotions and monotone disposition. The small, almost forced smile curled on his face for a moment, before it fell away. I -do- enjoy my infrequent visits, Ringmaster. He said, as if not wanting Dolly to feel left out at all. But perhaps I should pick up another hobby, rather than bother you. Such as drinking or sawing people in half.
Thread: Les Cirque Des Merveilles ( The Circus of Wonders)

He seemed so... old the way he acted. Mature, yes. Respectful, yes. But no fuuun. She had hardly gotten in the fun as is without more people killing the human that sought to spill her family's blood. You would have been wonderful. Frozen him solid, for sure. Would have made for great preservation of his body... would have saved us the smell over night. No all enjoyed the aroma of death as she did, and it was something that she truly did not mind. Not everyone would share the same opinions. The voices had taught her that. A scream sounded from afar and then some kind of maniacal laughter. Looks like the poltergeist is back in the mood once more. Poor darling can never seem to get enough... she keeps hiding in my trunk and possessing my toys. Little pervert is going to get it someday. Her voice lined with a bit of irritation. Well handsome. There is still twenty minutes before I go back out there. Want me to read your palm? I've been learning from the fortune teller. Not so much luck with the tea leaves, but the palm... I have gotten pretty good at. She opened her own palm and traced the lines, trying to memorize what lines meant what and nodded her head when she had gotten them alright. You can come inside, if you like. I don't bite... much. How could she not laugh even though he would most likely not. He was sweet in his own silent way. He had been apart of her family long enough to get to know his not so silly ways. He was the closest to being normal within the family, yet the audience marveled at his abilities. That was when he shined and opened up. Like a night bloom to the moon. Her thoughts were interrupted by a short little man. Looking almost live a dwarf with a high pitched voice, panting as he ran over and stopped before her. Trapeze... broken... need... filler... for act.... Dolly frowned, slightly and sighed as she placed her hands upon her hips as she thought. Now that is not good.. not good at all... She pondered and ponder just who could go on. There are only two more acts before the people leave and the evening shows started with a whole new crowd. Vinny.... oh Vinny... dear dear Vincent. Would you mind... doing your insane ringleader a favor? She feigned a pouty face with plump red lips and batted long eye lashes as the tiny doll had walked out of the tent and tugged on Vincent's pant leg, mimicking his master's pleading in a silent way.