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Thread: La Cosa Nostra [ Blackthrone & Fruit ]

img511x725 I had been with more than my share of women before, but most of them were timid, almost as if they were ashamed of their own bodies much less mine. Worse it was like they were afraid to do it with the lights on , as if they might somehow peak beyond the veil and be damned for all eternity for the crime of seeing a guy's pecker. Then there were the eager young staffers and coeds one met giving speeches at universities. They were hot and meant well , but still didn't really know what they were doing and could be a bit squeamish at first. A few others weren't afraid, but they were usually too far in the other direction. Grasping, brash, obvious, almost bossy. Who had time for a broad like that? Then there were the pros - they knew what they were doing, but most of them were so badly jaded that they were disinterested or faking it badly. This girl was different than all of them. She knew her body, and she knew a man's body, and she knew men as well. But it was more than that, she was much more. She was sweet, demure, almost shy. As if she had been designed to appeal directly to a guy like me. I could hardly believe my luck. Everything she did made me harder. It was like she knew some magical language and was casting a spell on my cock. It was almost like she was a pro, but in my mind, there was no way this sweet young thing could possibly be a pro. I mean yeah, if she were , she would have been worth her weight in gold. I was absolutely enthralled as she went down on me , slowly at first. But then bobbing her head, I groaned. I could feel the veins in my member bulging as my blood pumped hotter for this vixen, causing me to throb and pulse in her mouth. I closed my eyes now and groaned, resting my large hand atop her lovely head, and then caressing her cheek with my strong fingers. As my cock got bigger, my brain began to lose blood it seemed, I could no longer remember what she had said her name was. But I could see her face even with my eyes closed it seemed, her mouth around my shaft, sucking me, taking me deeper. I opened my eyes as she held her breath with me deep inside her throat. Her nose buried in my hair, my cock making a bit of a bulge in her throat. I was being driven wild by the sight of this angel loving my manhood and knowing exactly what to do with it. Oh baby I love it I responded immediately and then added I want you so badly.. I have to have your pussy I groaned as she went back down on me, making my cock throb even harder, and soon I was gasping for air. I tried to guide her insistently to let loose my shaft so I could lay her down and part her legs, I wanted to be inside her so badly. Right here in room 515 I decided that I wanted more from a woman than just her mouth to service me, and I wanted it from her. On the other hand, I was more than happy if she wanted to continue her amazing ministrations on my head. After all, the night was young, and I had no plans on letting this gal get away.
Thread: The Aftermath (Rauk x Sigr)

It hadnt even been a full day yet, since the creature had wreaked its havoc on the previously bustling city. An aura of despair and gloom hovered in the clouds above, almost blocking the rays of sunlight as what remained of the city had been left in a cold, dark pile of rubble and death. Buildings were decimated, and homes were crushed. Countless lives were lost, their bodies perhaps never to be found underneath the destruction. Some say the city never sleeps, but those days were clearly over. For the town was now forever in a state of slumber in that respect. Electricity was gone, and families were torn apart without any warning whatsoever. The culprit was a gargantuan, hulking beast with titanic strength and an insatiable bloodlust from who knows where. There werent many who saw it with their own eyes that lived to convey the visual information. Those slim few who did survive never saw it coming, and tremble in fear, worrying of its return. Among the lucky few that survived the onslaught was a 33 year old Caucasian man by the name of James Conrad, who had sought refuge in one of the changing rooms of a clothing store on the bottom floor of the local mall. Waking up in a daze, James couldnt make heads or tails of his situation. Such a traumatizing event had left him battered, though the horrors of what he had just endured soon came back to him. Hell never forget the bone chilling screams of the victims outside the store he was in, inside the mall, or the horrific roars of the beast that laid waste to the town. Unable to move his lower body due to being pinned down by some debris that had landed on him, James looked to his right into several pieces of a mirror that had shattered on the ground. In the mirror he was able to see that other than a few minor wounds and bruises, there was no serious damage done to his body. His business casual black slacks and white button up shirt now sported several holes and tears. Ugh.. His deep voice groaned. H-hello? Is anyone out there? Im stuck in here. He yelled into the eerie silence, hoping that there may be someone else nearby that could hear him.
Thread: The Aftermath (Rauk x Sigr)

Maite wasn't specially sure about spending the honeymoon on a city, even if it had it's beaches and museums and such, she feared that she would feel out of place without knowing much English, not to mention that her horrible accent embarrassed her and she preferred not to try at all. Arturo said that it would be fine, after all he knew the language perfectly and it wasn't like he was going to be able to keep himself away from his wife at all. Well, Arturo didn't count for the monster attack, or at least that was what they heard when the city exploded into chaos. Running away from something unknown in the same direction as everyone else was doing, they ended up splitting in the mob, as Maite entered the first sort of standing building she could find in a panic. When things calmed down, she waited yet a while, unsure if it was something that would last, afraid of the tremors, the explosions coming back. Maite left the bathroom stall she was holed in, washed her face on a miraculously working sink before heading out. The building itself wasn't much different from the mall she worked in, a known chain of huge clothes shops all around Spain. In the silence of the seemingly empty place, she heard a male voice, calling in intelligible English, Maite unable to understand a thing past the hello. She had to find her husband, but she didn't know where to begin and it wasn't like she was capable of leaving someone in need of help. Even if the 28 year old wasn't precisely elderly, it has been a while since she had been a lifeguard on the beaches of San Sebastian, but her spirit of rescue was well alive. Following the voice to a part of the building that was quite worse, the woman moved the tilted curtain of a changing room to find a man trapped under a piece of roofing. Espera un momento, ahora te ayudo she talked slowly, looking at him with bright green eyes, as if that would miraculously make the man understand Spanish. Me help she dared to say, her accent horrible. Maite rolled up the sleeves of the dirty white blouse she was wearing, ready to help the man. She was dressed for the planned day of lunch by the sea before hitting the beach, so she was wearing a floral bikini under her white blouse and beige skirt, walking barefoot since her flip flops didn't hold during the panic run. The outfit, even if it had seen better days, emphasized her bountiful curves, the paler tones bringing out her olive skin. Her black hair waved around her as she moved, looking for something suitable for the task. Maite finally decided to throw a bunch of hangers to the ground and take the metal bar they were hanging from, aiming to use it for leverage. Calma, ahora te saco de ah she whispered to the man, using the metal bar to try and displace the debris trapping him, even if she had to use all her weight to do so.
Thread: The Aftermath (Rauk x Sigr)

It seemed hopeless, as if he were going to end up dying here. Even if he didn't, he assumed the monster would return soon to claim his life, regardless. Just as he shut his eyes to accept his fate, James heard the voice of a woman not far away. ...Hey! I'm in here! He called out, as she fortunately came to his rescue. She was a beautiful Spanish lady that would be extremely that he'd consider incredibly easy on the eyes any other day. However, his desires were the last thing on his mind at the moment, thinking only of survival. He listened to what she was saying, but unfortunately did not speak enough of the language to properly hold a conversation. Thank you! He said, as she used the metal rod to pry him out from under the rubble. Using what little strength he had left, he lifted against the load, and eventually was able to slide free. He dusted himself off and reached out his hand to offer a shake. Not thinking about whether or not this was a proper gesture of thanks to her. Thank you for your help, miss. His deep blue eyes on his bruised face looked into hers. James was a bit taller than the woman that had just rescued him. In fact, she seemed to be about the same height as his wife whom was in the next town over with the rest of this family. The more he thought about it, the more he hoped the creature hadn't gotten there yet. The battered man had but one goal, and that was to escape the city and find his family. My name is James. He said slowly, patting his own chest with the palm of his hand. And you? He questioned. Not sure if she'd understand him. We should stick together for now. Limping heavily, he started walking over to the entrance to the clothing store and peered out into the rest of the mall. There were piles of rubble everywhere, even some bodies crushed by fallen debris. The scene seemed to be straight out of a horrific nightmare. Oh my god. James muttered under his breath, closing his eyes and turning around to get the sickening view out of sight. They were most likely going to have to spend the night in this mall, and would need to find a safe location to hole up for the evening. The temperature was dropping rapidly, as the cold night air started to replace the warmth of day.
Thread: The Aftermath (Rauk x Sigr)

Maite hugged the man briefly after he managed to slide himself under the piles of rubble, kissing his cheeks as per usual on her country. It wasn't as she wasn't aware of the customs there, but in that moment it seemed inappropriate to pay mind to such a thing. She nodded and showed a tired smile to his words, even if she couldn't understand much of it beyond the thank you part. James she repeated with another nod, Maite she said pointing to herself, something that sounded more or less like 'My teh'. He said something else that she didn't understand, but as he limped outside she helped him, allowing him to lean on her shoulder. The sights outside made Maite gasp, look wide eyed at the destruction, the carnage. James suddenly turned around, visibly affected by it as well, even if in a different way. Was her husband among those fallen there? No, he couldn't be, they split in the chaos further away from that place, there was no reason for him to be there, he wouldn't be. He just couldn't be. Maite shivered, trembling at the view and the descending temperature. Being on the middle of that once busy street and staying completely silent was eerie and creepy, and just standing there was unnerving. James she said, calling for the attention of the man, then hugged herself across the chest and unsubtly shivered, trying to make him understand that she was getting cold. Vamos adentro she pointed back to the mall, putting a hand on the back of the man as she helped him walk, supporting him. She had to find her husband, and that man sure had family as well, but there was no way they were going to get anything done by night with the lights destroyed. Knowing the shop distribution she guided him to a different floor that didn't seem in risk of falling to pieces, an area with winter clothing and crazy overpriced fur coats. Espera un segundo she leaned him against a column, grabbing a coat for him and another for her, making the duo look as some tacky rich couple.
Thread: The Aftermath (Rauk x Sigr)

These types of coats were typically not the kind of apparel James would ever be found wearing in reality. However, at this point in life it was all about survival and a means to keep warm through the night as he slid the large fur coat over himself. Thank you. He replied with a smile, still a little nervous about the fact that they were stealing merchandise from the store. Though, it's obvious that those sort of rules do not apply anymore. Thinking to himself for a moment at that time, he realized that the monster itself would not be the only danger to them now. Since there would be no law and order in the city from this point on, the true nature of humankind would eventually show its ugly head. James knew this would spell trouble for him and his new friend, but tried not to think about it any further for now. As the evening passed, the aches in his body started to subside, and he could eventually walk on his own. We need to secure a shelter soon... He said, forgetting again that they spoke completely different languages. There. He held Maite's hand, pulling her into a sporting goods store that had several tents put up on display. Luckily, most of this particular store was still intact, and they would be able to build a small campfire to keep warm, as it was a decently large building. There were displays of various stuffed animals all about, right next to a small 4 person tent that had been set up on display. We should sleep in here. It'll be out of sight at least. Grabbing a couple sleeping bags off the nearby shelf, he ripped off the tags and threw them both inside the display tent. Not wanting to admit it, but James caught himself looking at the beautiful woman from time to time, darting his eyes away from her curves every time she may return the gaze. You have a wife. He thought to himself, wondering why he could be thinking such lewd thoughts at a time like this. Conflicted in his mind, the unfortunate man wasn't able to help that he still found Maite to be easy on the eyes.
Thread: The Aftermath (Rauk x Sigr)

It was an odd, eerie sight. Not only the empty building looked more and more derelict as daylight faded, but the worse thing was the silence. Only their steps and the occasional crumbling of debris broke the silence on a place that was usually lively and bright, small hints of the chaos popping here and there. Maite couldn't help but feel her imagination run wild with every small thing that was out of place. A shoe left in the middle of a corridor spoke of a person that was fleeing in a hurry, and now maybe was squished by the rocks outside. A trail of blood drips that ended abruptly spoke of a person getting aided after an accident, or perhaps a person being attacked over something petty. Their nonexistent conversation offered no relief and only made things worse, as Maite was idle enough to feel her mind running every possible scenario of her husband's demise, only to try to think away from it. If she had survived, so had he, Maite was sure of it. What was James' story? Was he married? Had he lost someone or there was still hope? More worried about finding somewhere to rest than trying to bridge that language gap, at least it seemed that James was getting better and better, and it was him the one to find a place to stay in a quite good place. It wasn't like a bed, but it would suffice, and the place had other advantages, Maite soon thought. Vuelvo enseguida she tried to say, but James wouldn't understand. She gestured for him to stay there, pointing to the ground, the palms of her hands towards him, but as intensely as he looked at her she didn't know if he understood it. Maite pointed towards herself, then to a different aisle in another part of the place, then back at that place. Hoping that he understood it, she went away, grabbing a couple backpacks on her way, the dim light making harder to find what she wanted. Maybe it felt longer for James as he readied the camp than for her, but Maite could swear that the whole supply run didn't take even five minutes, well, maybe ten since some things were awfully hard to find. Returning to the tent, she left the backpacks on the ground, showing the contents to James. The loot was still undivided, but he could see flashlights and batteries abound, picked close by in the camping area, and an assortment of energy bars and powder to make isotonic drinks. She grabbed two ready to drink bottles next to a register, so they wouldn't have to get crazy for what would pass as dinner that night. The matter of getting proper clothes could wait until the next morning, and in her case she would need footwear, as her bare feet ached after running without shoes, ending up sore and dirty.
Thread: The Aftermath (Rauk x Sigr)

The language barrier between the two of them could pose as quite the problem, James thought as he watched Maite say a few words before walking off. He assumed she was scouting for supplies in the immediate area since it would not be a wise idea to wander off alone at this point. During the time in which his female companion was not present, James took it upon himself to move a few of the shelves of merchandise around to form a makeshift wall around their camp for the night in order to protect them from the weather, or even being seen by any less than friendly survivors that may be in the area. Wiping the sweat from his brow, James sat down in a folding camp-chair after having conjured up a small portable campfire, with a bag of charcoal he had found near the tent. The fire cracked and popped, but was not large enough to be spotted from a distance. It was just barely enough to create some warmth in the vicinity. He sat there and waited for her return, pulling out his wallet which didn't have any cash, but did contain photographs of his family. He looked upon his two 5 year old blonde haired twin nieces, his sister, and his raven haired wife with a saddened expression. Would he ever see them again? The crackling fire illuminated the photographs as the unfortunate man sat there in silence waiting for the Spanish woman's return. Perhaps she had a family too? She must be feeling the same pain and worry. There were undoubtedly many families ripped apart by the apocalyptic rampage of the creature.
Thread: The Aftermath (Rauk x Sigr)

As Maite arrived she sat besides James, shoulder to shoulder in the increasingly cold night, hiding herself under the warm coat. Familia she nodded, peeking at the pictures he was looking at, wondering if they were in the city with him, and even if they were alive. All she had in her to show she had someone of her own was a simple and delicate gold band on her ring finger, no pictures or Arturo or their families. Grabbing part of the loot she had collected on her trip, she offered one isotonic drink and a fistful of energy bars to James. Maite herself unwrapped an energy bar, and started to munch on it because she knew that she needed it, more than feeling real hunger, as her stomach felt knotted. James seemed considerate and mindful, having covered their impromptu hiding post and used the campfire to light it and add some warmth. Maybe she could help him find his family, after all she didn't knew where to begin searching for Arturo. Maite knew that he would be looking for her, but she had no clue as where to begin with and as far as she knew their hotel was one of the first places to crumble into dust. Sneakily, as those fears, those notions tend to creep in, the idea that Arturo may be dead settled in her mind. She didn't believe it, she didn't want to, and yet it was a feeling hard to root out of her brain. Arturo... she mumbled, taking her hands to her face, feeling hold back tears flow. Maite hid her face against James shoulder, burying her grief and shame in the folds of the tacky coat.
Thread: The Aftermath (Rauk x Sigr)

Arturo? James responded, wrapping his arm around his new friend, not necessarily for more warmth, but in a comforting way. This must be the name of someone she's searching for, he thought. Judging by the ring on her finger it's most likely her husband. Just then, James felt it was slightly awkward to have his arm around another man's wife, added to the fact that he was married himself. The thought of losing hope started to sink in, and he fought back the tears himself. The shear horrors the couple has faced so far are already mind-blowing to say the least. For all they knew, they could die tomorrow, or even tonight. James thanked Maite for the scavenged makeshift dinner and ate it quickly. He wasn't exactly full after the meal, but it was better than going hungry. A few moments had gone by, and the fire had begun to die down. The eerie silence was only broken by the occasional pops and cracks of the devastated buildings in the surrounding area. There was no sound of midnight traffic, nor any outside voices. the man thought to himself for a moment, it's amazing how the things we take for granted can be so easily taken away from us at any point without there being anything we can do about it. The more James thought about it, he realized it would only drive him insane to dwell on it. He knew deep down that he just had to focus on surviving for the time being, and the last thing his companion needed was for him to go crazy and abandon her, too. It'll be alright. He gave her gave her shoulder a gentle pat, standing up. The shoulder of his fur-coat was soaked in tears, but he kept it on for warmth. He crawled inside the tent and lay down inside the sleeping bag, making sure to make plenty enough room for her once she decided to join him as he lay there staring at the ceiling, surprisingly not tired.
Thread: The Aftermath (Rauk x Sigr)

Maite found relief in the human touch, in the notion that even if they had trouble to understand each other, she wouldn't have to face the horrors of this new reality alone. She cried against James, embracing him tight as he was something real, something normal in that madness their world had turned into. She felt James tremble a bit, his breath pushing back unwanted tears, his body shuffling awkward, so Maite soon left him rest once she had calmed down. They ate out of sheer need, more than a real appetite, meager food and drink gulped down to survive, to endure, to perhaps see the end of all that mayhem in a positive light someday. The next day they would have to move, to do something, but what? Maybe trying to get out of the city would be the best? It tortured her that she could be leaving Arturo behind, but she had to think logically, or at least try. There weren't many chances that she could just find him on a city that size on her own, and since Arturo knew English he would be able to communicate and sort things faster, so it was a safest bet to move away from the destruction and seek help. Because it had to be help on the way, right? Not wanting to think about the alternative, Maite didn't wait long before following James into the refuge. Laying down next to him, she turned to talk to him, struggling to find a way to convey what she thought. Maana buscamos ayuda fuera de la ciudad she said, trying to find some English words so common than even she could know them. Ciudad. Out. Buscar help. Maana she voiced with a horrible accent. Maybe she could find a map the next day and explain it better, for the time being there was little to do but rest and hope that it was all a bad dream.