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Thread: Find Me [Kivatay x ooAkemioo]

Everything in Jameson's mind came to a screeching halt as the other touched the most amazing spot Jameson had ever had touched, not once in his life had he ever felt something so pleasing but the man holding him now was showing him something new. This still wasn't right to Jameson and deep down he was screaming while his more physical self was moaning and panting for more, his arms now wrapped around the other's shoulders and leaning into the kiss. There was very little struggle left in him though he knew this wasn't right and that he shouldn't be doing it, he should not be letting any other being touch him but he also reminded himself that he had no choice. If the other were to get those invisible arms out again then Jameson would lose all his hope at doing anything, if the other deemed him too feisty or rebellious then he would throw him out but right now that all was far from his mind, far from what was happening in that very moment. When the other male placed him on the cool floor Jameson gasped for breath, he was having trouble keeping air in his lungs and he had thought for a moment that he was indeed going to get a chance to regain his composure as well as breath but he was wrong. When Jameson's legs went up Jameson nearly screamed when the other started to thrust into him wildly, Jameson's hands clawed and scratched at the thighs until the pain gave way to pleasure and then he gripped them, once or twice trying to push them back if the thrust was much too deep. The words the other spoke were barely registering as Jameson felt himself start to climax, his body began to tense and his muscles flexed and constricted against the other's member as it thrust in and out, his moans turning to long whimpers. Jameson had been born and raised as a prisoner, a captive among scientists and doctors that were struggling to understand and learn more about demons and ultimately how to improve them as well as how to kill them so he knew nothing of pacts or contracts between humans and demons. There was such a thing though, the submission of a demon's body meant he was owned, he was in the service of whom ever claimed him or her but normally it was the female demons that became such servants as they were the ones that usually submitted their bodies to another, not the males. Arching his neck and pushing the back of his head as far into the floor as he could Jameson cried out when the other male began to stroke him, his voice hoarse and shaky. Yes, yes please....please.... It was said more to the pleasure in which he was receiving but the other pushed him to his limits just as the contract was spoken and with his reluctant agreement Jameson released his orgasm, his seed spilling over his own torso and over the hand of the other as his body trembled and all his muscles constricted against the other.
Thread: Find Me [Kivatay x ooAkemioo]

Lucien watched the other write, his face showing great pleasure in the mild pain he caused. His hips moved at a brisk yet oddly controlled pace his breath soft like a warm pant. I want you... he muttered, still milking the other as his cock grew so close to spilling. Precum slid out of him, lubing the other up all the more and making him thrust deeper. His head moved back as he felt the other tighten, the words spoke and an almost cruel smirk appeared as the male leaned forward and crashed his lips to the demons own. His tongue moved inwards, and his hips moved faster before he finally cried out. Mine! he literally screamed, heat pulsing through him as wave after wave of thick viscous cum filled the demons hole. All the while he kept thrust in deep, making sure it filled the other to the brim before slowing. He didnt remove himself, instead fell atop the other and laid there, breath hitched and eyes half lidded. ... W-What is y-your name... Anyway? he finally asked, wriggling gently, uncaring that he stained himself in the others seed as he pressed their bodies so close together. ... Y-You can call me Lucien... Or master... Either will work, my beautiful Demon. He stilled, remaining buried for a good five minutes before finally pulling free. As he slid out, seed spilled behind him, and he moved his body slowly lapping it up, his tongue invading the others hole and poking about. Finally, he removed himself again, rising to his feet and looking down at the creature. A warm, almost loving smile showed as he knelt, lifting the boy bridal style and taking him to the nearby bed where he laid him down and snuggled to him. ... I could get use to this.
Thread: Find Me [Kivatay x ooAkemioo]

Defeated and exhausted. Jameson laid there on the bed cuddled next to the other male but he stayed quiet for a long time, his mind reeling in what all had just happened, in what seemed a blink of an eye he had been imprisoned, defiled and claimed. Jameson he whispered, he could feel the seed that had filled him still slowly leaking from his hole and drying on his skin and forcing him to think of the words he had spoken and their meaning, the new turn in which his life was going to take. Jameson was now a slave to another. I don't want to be a slave....I don't want a master....why would you want a demon? We are bad things are we not? Going off of what he had heard and learned from various sources in his life Jameson questioned the other male's motives, why would he want someone like himself? Though it was a horrible situation he found himself in he did feel slightly comfortable next to the other, he was warm and he smelled nice which was very different from his dumpster home. The nights he had spent in the dumpster were cold and the stunk though he had occasionally went down to the reservoir and clean as well as get something to drink, it wasn't healthy at all but it was all he could do to keep himself alive and somewhat clean. What are you going to do with me? That was the biggest question perhaps in Jameson's mind, all he could think of was becoming a living experiment again, to be tested and dissected, taken under a microscope and people trying to figure out what made him tick as well as how to enhance him. That was all his life had been made up for the first seventy years or so.
Thread: Find Me [Kivatay x ooAkemioo]

What makes one good or bad? the male asked, his tone growing somewhat concerned, odd seeing as hed just raped the poor creature. I have a father whom uses me and my brothers for political and monetary gain. Everything Ive known has been to his whim, so I presume him good... You are my servant, take that as you will. Sex, a defender when I go to town, a companion when Im lonely, and possibly someone to fight at my side should the need arise. he stretched out, yawning al ittle before snuggling closer to Jameson. He buried his face into the others neck, taking in his scent a moment before speaking in a deeper, more husky tone. For now youre someone to keep me warm tongiht we will bathe and eat soon. A precious gift from my father, a precious companion. it wouldnt take much for the demon to realize that he was indeed a bit special in the head, it would take a little time for him to understand just why. Sorry I took a hiatus this weekened due to stuff
Thread: Forbidden Apple (MewMew and Orpheus001)

James Wytte was a guy who had everything he could ask for. Money, Girls, A Famous Name, and the looks, the problem with all of that was he needed more substance in his life than form. Although he was brought up in a lifestyle where people were shallow and never looked past the others designer outfits. He had somehow managed to escape the shallowness. He yearned for people who were more like him, the only problem with that was, he could not be seen hanging out with a kid from downtown. That would ruin the family name as his father put it. The standards set before him were quite high and the expectation that he would live to those standards. His hate for his Society and Social standing was not only because of the shallowness but because his father although seemingly the perfect figurehead of excellence on the outside was not even an ounce of it inside. He saw his father once maybe twice a year since he was only 9. His mother had died when he was only 5 and since then he had only grown up with maids or nannies. That was probably one of the reasons why he had hated the life he had Even though so many would kill for it. It wasnt the fact that he was ungrateful it was merely the fact that there was a lack of genuine love in his life. The thirst to prove himself and get his fathers approval in any way or form, he had gone to business school finished top of his class and yet was ignored by his father for the most part. Even though he had been quite good, his father did not want James anywhere near the business. He had a trust fund and that was all it was. Money was all he had for his son, and James had made his peace with the fact. Once that was done he focused and used his trust fun to open a chain of restaurants. It was something he enjoyed and loved. They had gained quite a bit of popularity and now worked as a nice distraction from his otherwise boring life. Of course when his father called, on him to come to his one of many hotels he didnt deny it. Maybe his father had heard about his restaurants and finally thought he was capable of something. Although he found out once he had gotten there that it was not to see his father. He simply wanted James to attend a party on his behalf, it was being thrown by a rich businessman who as his father put it, was out of his mind thinking Mathew Wytte would attend. Since he was already there he didnt want to cause any problems with his father and decided to join, looking around the dimly lit room he saw that quite a crowd. Most of them freeloaders or up and comers, he didnt see any big fish in the crowd. So he decided to simply shake hands and meet a few people introduce himself, take in the praise the threw at his father and return to the nearest bar where he could get a drink looking around to see if maybe there was a cute girl he could spend some time talking to.
Thread: Forbidden Apple (MewMew and Orpheus001)

Cheyenne Johnson was a woman who couldn't have everything she wanted when she was growing up. Her parents had abandoned her at an early age so her grandparents had taken her in. They were very strict, always she suppose abide by their rules. She couldn't wear certain clothes if it was showing too much skin. Even if she couldn't have everything what she wanted, Cheyenne decided to get a job, but even at that age of sixteen nobody wanted to hire so when she reach seventeen, she finally gotten a job. Yet it wasn't just any job, it was a job as pornstar. You see, Cheyenne needed money. Her parents were making enough money. She wanted to go to her senior trip, most importantly she wanted to pay for grandfather's surgery. Somehow she managed to saved up the money, just as she was about to give him the money, he rejected the money, telling her that he didn't want that 'type' of money, should be ashamed of herself. From this she could tell grandfather already knew about her working as pron star. Ever since then Cheyenne quit her job as being a porn start, try to do a new, decent career her gramls would be proud of therefore she went back to school to get her teacher creditals. Although it was hard, she managed to persevere through it. Along way to get her teacher creditals, she met a man name Jacob Sanders. Almost instantly she had fallen for him. After she received her teacher creditals, she applied as a teacher for a local school, somehow she managed to get the job by the help of Jacob. At first she was reluctantly to go out with him but over gradual periods of time she gave in, he took her in date, they instantly started dating. They dated for nine months until they declared that maybe we should get married. Now they were married, have been married for few years now. Despite their marriage, Jacob was a busy man, occasionally went to business parties to socialize with his business partners. And it just so happened Cheyenne tagged along. Figured she might as well go get her drink because knowing her husband they will be here quite awhile. Walking over to a nearest bar, she saw a young man there, to her he looked awfully cute but then again she already had a man so she shouldn't even bothered the young man, besides he looks very young. Sitting now in empty stool next to the young man, she ordered the usual, waited for the bartender to give her drink.
Thread: Forbidden Apple (MewMew and Orpheus001)

James had not really looked forward to this party, although he could tell that there were more than a few women he could end up with, he always wanted what was not on the market. In that he took after his father. Always looking for things that were not for sale. He looked around the place casually till he saw a woman walk up and sit next to him at the bar. He instantly noticed the ring on her finger but he wanted her anyway. She had quite the figure and for some reason he remembered her. Although he couldn't quite place her. It was clear he had seen her before. Once she had ordered the drink and settled down he turned his attention to her and smiled I take it you are not fond of these parties either? He asked her with a light smile as he took a moment to observe if the person she was with was following. When he saw the coast seemed clear he continued. I am James, Wytte he said with a light smile holding his hand out for her as he took a look at her carefully this time taking a eyeful in.
Thread: Forbidden Apple (MewMew and Orpheus001)

Cheyenne returned the smile that the young man gave her as she sat down. She knew she had to know him for somewhere yet she couldn't put her finger on it. Whoever this young man was he was familiar to her however Cheyenne couldn't remember where she has seen him. Hopefully, he doesn't know her by her name, she would feel bad if he did because most definitely she doesn't know his name. Yeah but I come to the parties with my husband to give him support. She replied, pleasantly. Her husband left her few minutes ago to talk with his business partners so he wasn't nowhere in sight. Believe her, when she says this, he will look for her wherever he finish talking with his business partners and co workers which will take forever. She might go home early if she gets tired. It is a pleasure to meet you, James. I am Cheyenne Williams. You can call me Cheyenne. She said, shaking his head firmly. Here is your drink Cheyenne. The bartender seen Cheyenne before at parties such as these, learned her name pretty quicky at the fifth pary he had seen her at. He slide her drink down to her before he went to take an order for another customer.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Ryanmo97 and Niah)

Ryan Morris Age 35 Height 5' 11 Weight 195 lbs. Hair Brown Eyes Hazel Body Type Athletic Ryan walked into the convenience store and looked around. He saw a woman in her 20's at the magazine rack. She was wearing a pink blouse, a black pencil skirt that went to just below her knees, and Mary Jane flats. She had her long red hair in a braid. She had nice sized breasts, not to big but not to small. She looked to be about 5'5. The only other person in the store was the clerk. He was glad there wasn't many people in the store that afternoon. You see, Ryan was a convicted felon. He was accused of robbing a bank and shooting one of the guards. The only problem was he didn't do it. But due to some poorly collected DNA evidence he was convicted. His lawyer said that he was going to work on his appeal but Ryan didn't want to wait. Now, he was in a convenience store outside of LA. He lucked out and found a car that had keys left in the ignition and started heading south. He was hoping to reach Mexico. He was positive the cops would never look for him there. He got some gas and grabbed a Butterfinger for the road. He paid for his items and waited for his change when two cops walked in. Ryan tried to stay calm. Then the woman brought a couple of Magazines over and dropped them on the counter. Unfortunately, the clerk had run out of nickles and had to open a new roll, just then the cops got a APB on their radios for his stolen car. They walked up to Ryan and to question him about the car. He didn't know what to do, so he did the first thing that came to his mine. He grabbed the woman, shoved the candy bar in her back like a gun and said, NOBODY MOVE! I've got a gun and it's right in this lady's back...
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Ryanmo97 and Niah)

Elizabeth Giles, or Lizzie as her friends referred to her, hadn't been expecting to find herself stranded at this tiny little gas station. She had been on her way to a meeting that had been set up by her father. He was the CEO of a very lucrative business and with his status and power, had been able to guarantee his daughter a job. She was a junior head hunter, using her looks, social skills and money to ensure that her clients received the perfect candidates. The affluent young woman had just turned twenty-five and today she was supposed to meeting with a very important client. Unfortunately for her, the company car had broken down. Elizabeth's driver had called for assistance, now all they had to do was wait. After several minutes of boredom and unable to get a decent signal on any of her devices. Lizzie decided to head into the store and look for something to keep herself occupied. Finding her way towards the magazine stand, she barely looked up when a man entered the store. Elizabeth picked a couple that looked mildly interesting, before taking them to be payed for. The man who had come in after her was still standing there, waiting for his change. The employee was taking his time unrolling some nickles, which caused Lizzie to roll her eyes and sigh in an annoyed fashion. Although she wasn't exactly going anywhere, she still didn't like having to wait. Just then some policeman ventured over and began questioning the man next to her. The last thing that she wanted was to be caught in between an altercation and so Lizzie began to turn in order to leave. However before she had the chance, the man grabbed her and shoved something hard into the small of her back. Instinctively Elizabeth let out a scream as panic began to sink in. He announced that he had a gun and the only thing that she could think about was how much she didn't want to die! She looked up at the cops, who seemed to be trying their best not to let the situation escalate. Just calm down and let her go one of them tried to reason with him.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Ryanmo97 and Niah)

There wasn't much the police could do. They couldn't take a shot at Ryan because he was using the woman as a shield. Ryan then had the clerk take the cops guns and put them in the jacket he was wearing. He then took one of the guns out of the pocket and put it near the woman's head. All of you on the floor. The cops and the clerk did what they were told. They didn't want the young woman to get hurt. Now, stay on the floor until we are gone. Then, Ryan drug her outside. The car that he stole was a blue BMW. He unlock the doors and forced her into the drivers side, then had her climb over the console and sit in the passenger seat. Once he buckled up he pulled out of the parking lot... Fuck... was all he said.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Ryanmo97 and Niah)

Elizabeth stayed perfectly still as the whole debacle was going down. She watched in shock as the madman insisted that the cashier take the guns from the police and hand them over to him. More guns?! What did he need to more for?! They all lay down on the floor and then watched helplessly as Lizzie was dragged away. What?! No! No! Stop! Help me! She struggled as she realized that the cops weren't even going to attempt to help her. She understood why, they obviously didn't want her to get shot. However if they just let them leave, then she was pretty much screwed anyway right?! No one moved and the gunman forced her out of the door and into the car. She stumbled over the console and into the passenger seat. Which was kind of hard to do in her tight pencil skirt. Lizzie gave a sideways glance as the guy buckled himself in. Oh yeah, sure the bastard thought of his own safety before taking off! He then cursed to himself as he screeched away from the gas station and down the road. There were several moments of silence as Elizabeth sat there breathing heavily. Her whole body was shaking and her mind was racing at a million miles per hour. What was going to happen to her? Just... just pull over and let me out, please! My... my dad, he has a lot of money... he'll pay you anything if you just let me go!
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Ryanmo97 and Niah)

As Ryan continued to drive he kept looking in the rear view mirror. Sorry sweetheart... Right now you are my insurance policy... You just have to sit tight and be a good girl. If everything works out we will be in Mexico by nightfall then once there I'll let you go... He took a deep breath, he kept looking for the cops. They sat there in silence for a few minutes and then Ryan spoke up, OK... we are going to be together for a little while. I'm Ryan... What's your name?
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Ryanmo97 and Niah)

She had been foolish to think that he would just let her go. Though she had been hoping that the promise of money may have persuaded him a little. Most people would do anything for the amount of cash that her father could provide. A look of complete contempt crossed Lizzie's face as the guy said he was taking them to Mexico. Apparently after that he would just let her go, something she didn't know whether to believe or not. Then he asked for her name and Elizabeth couldn't help but scoff. Bite me! She cursed back. Like hell was she going to exchange pleasantries with this guy. What were they supposed to do? Have a bit of small talk and get to know each other whilst he kidnapped her?! Yeah, no! She'd rather sit in silence.
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Ryanmo97 and Niah)

Fine... said Ryan, Have it your way... It's gong to be a long drive to Mexico and I figured we might as well get to know each other. You should know that I'm not really a bad guy... I've just been screwed over by the legal system and yes I know it doesn't help that I've kidnapped you. But, believe me... I didn't want to kidnap you... I just wanted to pay for my gas and my candy bar and go...
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Ryanmo97 and Niah)

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, oh please! The whole 'it's not my fault' speech! Really?! That's where he was going with this?! Listen I couldn't care less what sob story you have cooked up. I don't want to get to know you and trust me, when my father finds out about this you'll be praying the police find you instead of him! She folded her arms in a huff and began staring intensely out of the window. However as his words echoed in her mind, something about them made her look back towards him. She held a puzzled expression on her face. What candy bar? She hadn't seen a candy bar in his hand. In fact the only thing that appeared to be there when he had first grabbed her was the bulge in his pocket... his gun, right?
Thread: The Felon and the Heiress (Ryanmo97 and Niah)

Ryan thought to himself, 'great I've got some spoiled Beverly Hills princess... this is going to be a long ride' Then, she asked about his candy bar. He reached in his pocket and took out the Butterfinger, This is what I had jammed in your back... That's why had the clerk take the police officers gun's I need to know that I meant business. I hate guns. Ryan then opened the candy bar and took a bite. He offered it to her, Hungry?