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Thread: Twisted Romance (annika and google)

RE Twisted Romance Lydia's heart sank a little as she heard the door lock. Now she was truly at whatever passed for Dominic's mercy. Immediately all pretence at polite solicitude vanished from his voice. He simply tossed a terse command at her as he began removing his own clothes. The cold tone of his voice slipped down her spine like an ice cube, twisting her stomach into knots. Lydia went to the dresser and found some old sweats of Dominic's that he had given to her ages ago. She deliberately averted her eyes from him. Seeing him strip, his muscular frame and confident body language... well it would stir feelings in her that were dangerous. Any slight display of arousal from Lydia was likely to push Dominic's hair trigger and she really couldn't handle sex with him right now. Similarly, Lydia changed into her sweats as quickly as her state of semi-drunkenness would let her. She knew only too well what exposing her tiny body to Dominic was likely to result in. The sweats hung off her frame. Lydia got straight into the bed and curled up as close to the edge as possible. Dominic's notion of what constituted his 'side' comprised most of the mattress space and she wanted to give him no excuse for contact... as though he ever needed one. what the hell am I doing here? She asked herself. This was a terrible mistake. Tomorrow she would go back to her dorm and Dominic would be powerless to attack her there, with a room-mate and surrounded by women. It occurred to Lydia that her room-mate would worry about her. She fished her mobile phone from her handbag beside the bed and dropped her a text saying that she was crashing with friends. She also sent a short text to Josh, apologising for how the night had gone and saying that they would talk soon. It had been a long time since Lydia had been subject to the kind of scrutiny Dominic applied to her life, so it didn't occur to her to tell him who she was texting or show him the texts, she just returned the phone to her handbag and curled comfortably against the pillows, closing her eyes.
Thread: Twisted Romance (annika and google)

RE Twisted Romance She trembled as he pulled her close, hating her own weakness. His lips against her neck were gentle, sending a shiver down her spine that made her arch into his embrace. Lydia swiftly recovered from that though, pulling her body back under her own control and lying still. Dominic was having none of it however. You belong her with my Lydia, you belong in my bed, keeping my warm at night, both of us satisfying out urges until neither of us can even move... and if you look into your heart you know that its all true. But I have forgiven you for running off on me, whatever you have done is forgiven... just as you know that everything that I have done while you were gone is also going to be forgiven. I had every right to run off on you. She replied, her spine straightening slightly. It's you who should be seeking forgiveness for the way you treated me. I don't want to go back to that Dominic, I can't go through all that again. She paused as the last of his words finally sunk into her half-drunk mind. What do you mean, 'everything I've done while you were gone?' What did you do? Lydia wriggled out of his grip so that she could look Dominic in the eye. What she actually did first however - only for a moment - was take in his stunning body. His boxers drew attention to his semi-erect cock. If he had been nude she would have avoided looking at his crotch but somehow the outline of him beneath the fabric was more arousing. Lydia felt wetness heating in her pussy. Josh had been less than averagely endowed and at the time Lydia had loved that, knowing that he could never hurt her in the ways that Dominic loved to. She dragged her gaze back to his face, annoyed at herself and her traitorous cunt.
Thread: Twisted Romance (annika and google)

RE Twisted Romance Her telling him that she had the right to run off on him, she had finally pushed her luck too far and now she was going to have to me reminded that she needed to behave herself especially in their bedroom when he was under no constraint to behave like a gentleman. As she moved away from him his eyes narrowed at her but didn't miss the way that she looked over his body, the subtle signs of arousal that only someone who had known her for so well for so long would pick up on with ease. She wanted him, she might not be ready to admit it but he still had control over her body without much difficulty, even in the dark a glimpse of him was enough to moisten her cunt. The distance between them was closed quickly as he was suddenly atop her, pinning her to the bed with the weight of his body and a hand clasping around her throat, no so hard as to cut off her breathing entirely but certainly enough to make sure that she knew how close she was to really pissing him off. His attempts to be nice appeared to have been wasted on her, his willingness to put aside the the fact that she had run off on him and shacked up with some little bitch who was as easy to get rid of as a bit of intimidation, a nasty look, and a little bit of disregard for personal space. Clearly he wasn't that attached to Lydia is he was so easy to chase off. You should have spoken to me. He half growled to her, his hand tightening a little around her neck when he spoke and then loosening its grip in order to make it possible for her to breath again, grinding down upon her with a little bit of energy, pressing the growing hardness of his body against her leg to let her know just what the proximity to her was doing to him. I know that I have a temper Lydia but I adore you, you mean the world to me and if the fact that I am willing to uproot my entire life and move across the country just to have you back in my life doesn't demonstrate that then I don't know what will. Leaning in he brushed his lips over her neck, teeth grazing lightly over her flesh as he teased her with the slightest of bites just to get her attention before without warning he bit more roughly on junction of her neck and shoulder. Now this is your last chance to get a good night sleep Lydia. He warned her, a little bit of amusement joining the hint of anger in his voice. It can be as simple as telling me you love me and then saying you need a little sleep... or you can do what we both know you want too, spread your legs wide for me, reach down and withdraw my cock... and then I will pound your pretty little cunt the way we both know the little bitch who you tried to let take my place could never do.
Thread: Twisted Romance (annika and google)

RE Twisted Romance Lydia allowed him to kiss her, knowing that Dominic couldn't let her have her way in anything without making it clear who really called the shots. After Josh's gentle timidity it felt incredible to be pressed against Dominic's chest by his strong arm, while his mouth was hard and possessive on hers, conveying his suppressed passion. In truth, Josh had always treated Lydia like a goddess. It took weeks of being stared at by him before he tried chatting to her and another week after that before he stammered that he'd like to date her. He constantly told her how exquisitely beautiful she was but Lydia just didn't buy it. It was too much of a departure from the way Dominic had treated her and while it had been seductive and compelling to begin with, after a couple of months Lydia just found it oppressive and ultimately insincere. Josh had known she had issues with her ex boyfriend. Lydia had never been drawn on the nature of their relationship or why she had left both him and her previous college. Josh was so non-threatening and Lydia had loved that at first but after a while she found something almost feminine about it. Josh couldn't help his build though and not every guy worked out. It shocked Lydia how disorienting it was to date a guy who was such an antithesis of her ex. With Josh she retained her own power in the dynamic but Lydia just didn't know what to do with it. When she pushed he yielded, willingly. Lydia had even become a bit of a diva before she had checked herself and reminded herself that Josh was a lovely guy who deserved to be treated well. After that Lydia didn't dare to try dominating him in any way and on many levels she found their equality arduous and even distressing. It chilled her to the bone how 'right' Dominic's treatment of her felt, simply because she had been subjected to it for so long. Don't you dare try to leave tomorrow without talking to me. He warned her as his eyes closed sleepily. If I wake up without you in bed with me then I will not only be angry, but I will also be hurt. He kept hold of her as he drifted off, possessive even when losing consciousness. Lydia couldn't help smiling at him as he began to snore lightly, clutching her to him like a living teddy bear. Knowing that he was asleep allowed Lydia to finally relax and the relief of that made her better disposed to him than she would otherwise have been. She tried to wriggle gently out of his grip but he was having none of it. In the end Lydia gave in and curled into his side, inhaling the masculine scent of him. For the thousandth time she wondered how Dominic had turned out the way he had. Something must have aroused this need in him to possess and subjugate. Lydia glowed with love and sympathy for him until she too finally nodded off.
Thread: Twisted Romance (annika and google)

RE Twisted Romance Dominic couldn't say for sure what made him so possessive, so controlling. In truth he had never really been one for introspection, in his mind he was how he was and he saw no real reason to think too hard about it. His temper might be something as easily explained as being bipolar, his mood swings seemed to come practically out of nowhere and as often as he was angered he was pleased by the smallest things, it just took the slightest provocation to cause his mood to swing one way or the other. His possessive streak though might not be so simple as something he was born with, if Dominic did spent time thinking about it he would likely come up with a reason that he had never been denied anything he wanted. His parents were quite permissive and had the money to give him just about whatever he wanted, his sixteenth birthday had been rewarded with an antique car and graduation from high school was rewarded with a nice apartment just off the campus off the college he would be attending. When you were never denied anything, when your slightest whim was rewarded and you had the charm and good looks to ensure that your poor behavior had practically no consequences... that would have an unhealthy affect on just about anyone. There was an upside to it though, it had helped to make Dominic aggressive and determined, something that would come in handy when he was working after college. A good lawyer had to know how to aggressively pursue a line of questioning, whether defending a client or working to prosecute them his aggression would work to make him a good lawyer. Recently when Dominic slept he had tossed and turned for hours on end, sleeping through the entire night but awakening with the sheets tangled around him and almost half way out of the bed, tonight though things were different. With Lydia in his bed Dominic was sleeping properly for the first time since she had left, hardly moving at all as he held her close, occasionally shifting just a little bit as if trying to pull her closer, his face pressing against her neck from time to time as he murmured to himself. About eight hours later, as a stray slip of sunlight shone through a crack in the heavy curtains of his bedroom, slowly making its way across the room until it lay across his face, directly into his eyes which slowly started to open, causing him to slowly turn and grunt angrily. He was normally a rather heavy sleeper but nothing woke him up faster then light into his eyes like was occurring now. Now that he was being woken up though he might as well take advantage of the start though, he had a weekend to enjoy and he had Lydia again... and he was looking forward to her making his breakfast for him. Slowly he started to sit up, looking down to make sure that he was still holding onto Lydia and that she hadn't managed to slip out of his arms during the night.
Thread: Who's Afraid of the Bid Bad Wolf?

Marric was a bit shocked when the woman jumped away from him backing into the wall and begging for her life. A lycan shouldn't be a shock to her, living in the world of their kind as she obviously did. Lycans never harmed the humans under vampire control unless it was in self defense, if a human attacked one of them only then would deadly action be taken. Otherwise the lycans knew that it wasn't the human's choice and so would help them as best they could. So why was this woman so afraid of him? As she started to apologize, Marric slowly took in the room around him. He knew this was where the creator of the weapons worked, and clearly there was a project underway as he had come in. However there was no sign of His thoughts trailed off as he realized what was happening, they womanshe was the creator of the weapons. That was how the vampires had tapped into the powers of the muses allowing them to create new weapons. They had taken a human captive and were using her as a conduit. There was no way that he would allow that to continue. Marric saw red for a moment as the thought of all his fellow lycans that had died because of her creations. He howled in blood lust and turned toward her his eyes glowing a deep blood red. His claw pulled back ready to strike her down for the pain that she had caused him and his pack.
Thread: Who's Afraid of the Bid Bad Wolf?

Ivah had to know it was coming. It seemed the wolf did not understand at first. Even with his animal features she read the brief confusion. As he looked about the knowledge dawned on him and he understood why she trembled and apologized. Her pleas would fall on deaf ears. It was her inventions that killed his brethren. Granted she was forced to make them, but did that really make her innocent. The howl sent a violent tremor through her body. The hatred and raged reflected in his glowing eyes. The claw raised to strike her down. Wait! She weakly raised a hand up. Please, I can make them for you! She suddenly yelped at the lycan. It was her only hope. Her expertise could be used in reverse. Survival was the only real goal, never mind simply changing masters to work for. Please just hear me out!
Thread: Who's Afraid of the Bid Bad Wolf?

The words meant nothing to him his eyes shining bright red in the pure anger and hatred he felt in that moment. However it wasn't a hatred of her for what she had done, his mind cleared enough to know that and as he started to swing he turned sending the projects and papers flying. The table that she had worked at for so long splintered under his single strike. The strength he held in his body was amazing equaled only by the power of his heart. Slowly he turned back to her after destroying the table and any projects she had half finished or finished she might have had. He turned back to her his eyes having returned to normal as he bent down and gently lifted her up. No matter what happens you will not be making more of these for them. he didn't know if he would want her to make weapons for him and his people knowing the dangers that such power could give but for the moment it wasn't time to think on that. Come I will see you to safety. He started to lead her out of the door.
Thread: Who's Afraid of the Bid Bad Wolf?

Her words had fallen on deaf ears. That dark, red light still shined from his eyes. Ivah's already wide green eyes grew all the wider as he raised his claw higher for a strike. The human gave a small cry of fright as she saw him swing his claw. Her eyes snapped closed as she waited for the strike that would end her life. However no pain came and she heard his claw strike the table. A symphony of destruction echoed from her work bench as the wood splintered, papers were ripped and scattered, and the weapon she was perfecting was torn asunder. Debris scattered and clanged across the hard surface of the cement flooring. Ivah's eyes slowly opened to see just a couple more paper flutter to the ground. The Lycan's eyes were trained on her again. She held a question in her face but said nothing as he neared. Immediately her body tensed up as he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up off the floor. She couldn't stop the tremors that coursed her body as she looked up at the tall wolf. You...what? She questioned as he started to walk away. Anyone with any sort of sense would know he wanted her to follow him. Just before following she snatched up her work notebook and followed after him. The world seemed oddly fuzzy to her but she had to keep up. The battle between the vampires and the lycans was waging heavily in the compound. The vampires might have the fire power to fight but the lycans had the surprise attack on their side. With the vampires only just stirring for the night many were slaughtered while just waking. Screams and bestial roars could be heard from nearly every corner of the sprawling mansion. Ivah didn't know whether to be relieved or terrified at the sudden turn of events in her life. The clash and clang of metal was drawing near as the oddly matched pair traveled the long corridors of the mansion. They arrived on the scene of a battle. The vampires did not have their crossbows and could but fight with silver swords. Lycans fought back, having learned to deflect and combat the silver edged blades. One vampire looked to the newly entered pair. She was a beautiful creature with knee length hair the color and sheen of a raven's wing. No! The inventor! She screamed as she pushed the lycan back. Other vampires looked up to see the child-like adult who stood behind the tall, black lycan. To a couple this glance cost their lives. However this also let the Lycans know that the true goal of their attack was accomplished. Though a lycan with coppery fur looked at Marric with a small frown. A howl was issued for a full retreat.
Thread: Who's Afraid of the Bid Bad Wolf?

Marric had led her into the pitched battle stopping the one with raven hair that had spotted them. He wasn't trying to kill her only force her away. With a single deflecting claw he knocked her sword away before bringing his other claw up, feeling it slash into the vampiress' chest plate and send her flying through the air. There were some advantages to being a lycan over a vampire though with the weapons they had the extra strength didn't bare much fruit. Marric needed to get out of the battle and let himself shift back to human form. The blood rage that was being fueled by the fighting around him was also clouding his thoughts making it hard to think clearly. He knew that he needed to get the girl out of there and that for some reason his people wouldn't like his choice but knew it was the right one. However for the life of him the reasons weren't coming clearly because of the blood pounding through his head and the instincts of the wolf racing to battle. Seeing the look that his beta gave him Marric merely shook his head. Later Aaron, later. The copper furred lycan narrowed his eyes but nodded accepting and trusting his Alpha's choice. It wouldn't be so easy to convince the other Alphas of the need fordamn this blood rage. He couldn't put it all together for the moment but he knew that it would clear when they had a moment to rest. He pushed through the crowd of Lycans, holding the hand of the woman making sure that she wasn't lost in the battle. It wasn't long before they were clear of the mansion and out into the crisp night air.
Thread: Who's Afraid of the Bid Bad Wolf?

Ivah stayed behind Marriac as the vampiress charged. She had seen the woman before, though rarely, is was normally Andrej who she saw. The vampire seemed more concerned that their inventor was being taken away than fighting for her own life. She was no match for the lycan and was flicked away as if she were just some troublesome bug. The human peered around her dark wolfish companion as the one of coppery fur gave her companion an odd look. Apparently his name was Aaron, Ivah glanced at him with an equally questioning look but said nothing. The woman was busily staring at the scene around them as Lycans did all they could to subdue the vampires. It wasn't a battle any longer, without their weapons the vampires were nearly defenseless. She jumped when she felt the large, furry paw wrap around her slender hand and pull her away from the scene. Her steps fumbled briefly but she trotted after the large wolf, sticking close behind. Then they stepped outside. Ivah felt weary beyond reason but the crisp, cool are was rejuvenating. She looked up at the moon high above, stars accompanying her in their ethereal dance. How long had it been since she had seen sky? Ivah's eyes closed and she inhaled a deep breath of air. Was it fall? Late summer or spring? She wanted to laugh and cry all at once. Her eyes opened once more and she stared up at the moon. I had forgotten how beautiful the moon was, she said with a light breath. I am forever in your debt...ah...sir...? In the confusion she hadn't caught his name.
Thread: Who's Afraid of the Bid Bad Wolf?

The night air cooled his heated skin quickly cutting through the fur because he allowed it too, letting him calm down and relax to some degree. The battle was still raging behind him but that was a secondary point that he would have to deal with in a moment as he felt the blood rage leaving him. His eyes turned to the moon and sighed deeply. Unlike most of his brethren that could be driven into more animal states by the appearance of the full moon, Marric had always found that the moon no matter its state of waxing or waning was always a calming influence. It allowed his mind to clear enough to smile wolfishly at the woman before him. Marric my dear lady, and I fear I have not caught your name. That is unless you prefer to go by the inventor? He turned down the street slowly walking his hand on her arm guiding her with him. There was a howl from the leaders of the attack on the mansion and quickly the battle began to break up. This wasn't meant to wipe out the mansion rather to destroy the ability of the vampires to keep the upper hand. The capture of this woman seemed to achieve that though he wondered if the other alphas would see it that way. There was another two howls that sounded in the distance and Marric looked their way worriedly. The sentries were to remain silent unless he growled deeply before turning to her again. We must hurry away from her, and I fear I will have to carry you as you cannot out run the vampires coming.
Thread: Who's Afraid of the Bid Bad Wolf?

Marric...she grinned a little at the wolf when he told her his name and requested her own. The small jest made her laugh just a little. No, I certainly prefer my true name, she said through another laugh. It is Ivah, she finally said with a small, polite nod. How nice it would be to have her actual name be used. It had been a long time since anyone had used her name. Usually the vampires used forms of pet names or, for her, simply called her the Inventor. She looked up to the wolf as he guided her gently but briskly away from the mansion. While her body felt weary she had a strange amount of energy. perhaps it was the cool night air or the freedom she felt. It had been a long time since she had been outside at all, not since being taken to work for the vampires. The howls that rang through the air sent a chill up her spine. She hadn't a clue what it would mean, but obviously Marric knew. A second howl sounded and this one he looked towards with a look of concern. A growl issued from his throat and Ivah shied a little as he turned towards her. While he was the one who had taken her from that place, he did raise his claw to attack her but a few minutes prior. When he spoke she tilted her head a little at him. Something was obviously amiss. Well...alright... she said awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck.