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Thread: Halloween on a Haunted Hill [Lady Grimoire x Acitar]

Her serpentine eyes followed Miles' gesture toward the other couple, her shifting body slowing somewhat. Observing more the woman than the man, she pondered what would happen if she should change into something like that--Sylvia sensed his disdain for it, yet at the same time she was still considering what was the largest reason for his nervousness. Clearly, it wasn't her tone as much, he seemed only a little more relaxed. Before she could ponder and plot further, the squeeze sharply drew her eyes back to Miles, and she gave him a hard stare as the hands vacated to her hips. What are you doing? she questioned, returning to her authoritative tone. The squeeze had not been an unpleasant sensation, she wanted... more of that. Both of her hands escaped from around Miles' neck, and he'd quickly find both of his wrists in her grasp. I had placed your hand there for a reason, she scolded, while she guided his hands back to their place on her rear--she had a strength beyond what was reflected in her form. Keep them there, or somewhere equally pleasant for me. She decided not to elaborate on that last point, and leave it vague, open-ended. What else might be pleasant to her was something she was still discovering. Then, she did what he may have been hoping she would not. She stepped in closer, much closer, her hands even coming down to grab his waist and tug him back in if he tried to lean away like he had initially. If she felt his growing arousal through his clothes she did not yet make a note of it. Does mine match the theme well? If not, it can be... discarded. The slight pause before the last word was so she could focus on his face, and his eyes, while her hands dragged themselves up his sides--those nails sharpened like claws lightly grazing the fabric of his costume so as not to make it bunch up and stop her until her hands reached his shoulders as she intended them. Hopefully this would answer some questions as to his thoughts on her body. What do you mean by not doing the same things as they do? she asked further, lifting one of her legs--leaving the material sliding off of it until her whole bare, smooth leg was revealed. She had seen one of the women performing this action to one of the men inside, and assumed it would aid in further testing her theory--balancing on one foot, she partially wrapped her leg around him, and thrust her hips into him some. Right against what she could feel growing between his legs, and she coupled it with a pointed, knowing look. The thought of dancing, for the moment, cast aside. Do share...
Thread: Halloween on a Haunted Hill [Lady Grimoire x Acitar]

If he had ever been more outside his comfort zone than he was now he couldn't remember it although something took him by surprise as was the theme for the evening it seemed at her reaction. After his hands had vacated her rear that almost commanding tone of voice had returned half expecting to be chided for taking a rather literally cheeky handful accidental or otherwise. Instead she snatched his wrists, her strength was a little surprising but even that was over-shadowed as he felt his palms being clasped firmly to her buttocks once again drawing a confused gaze from him. Sorry it's just.. I didn't want to assume I could.. Well, grab you 'there' so soon. Miles felt no reason to argue but given that tone of authority made him just want to do as he was told, that and her buttocks did feel particularly good in his hands. Though she had indicated elsewhere pleasurable as a possible resting place for his hands he still opted for caution just to be on the safe side, it wasn't like he was an expert at this kind of thing even if he did briefly entertain the idea of getting his hands on other parts of her body she was seemingly still one step ahead of him as she stepped right up next to him. Reflexively Miles had tried to pull back a bit but she pulled him back by the waist all but crushing his erection against sending a dull tingle through his entire body. I think yours matches the theme better than everyone else here...Not to mention you uh.. Look really really good. He tried to put out of his mind the idea of her discarding her costume, his minds eye playing out that mental image like a cheap porn film. Her hands practically clawed their way up the sides of his costume until her arms were around his shoulders as she continued her questions. His line of thought got promptly derailed as she hooked her leg around his waist, the entirety of a bare, smooth leg coiled around him was all kinds of distracting especially as he genuinely began to wonder if she even had anything on beneath her dress. Well, whilst I stu..- Umph.. The sentence vanished as whilst Sylvia balanced on one foot she thrust her hips against him and whilst he had assumed she hadn't noticed his growing erection before there was no way she hadn't now. It took him a moment to even gather his thoughts into something coherent the awkward pause punctuated by his hands gripping more tightly into her rump as a means of dealing with the sensations. I tend to.. Well, you know study, read books, play games that kind of thing whilst they. Well, they do pretty much what they are doing now just all year round.. Miles was trying to just ignore it now, despite the fact he was no longer just hard, he was practically throbbing beneath his shorts and underwear making him regret not just wearing something else beneath the grim reaper robes.
Thread: Halloween on a Haunted Hill [Lady Grimoire x Acitar]

To her, the body she had was little more than a vessel for physical sensation, for experiences. The idea of denying him was the same as denying herself, leaving Sylvia scoffing some. This body was made for contact. It is open for you to touch, she stated, deciding to cast off any pretenses of being human. She wasn't certain if he would take it to mean she had made her 'costume' to be touched, but no matter. That he accepted so quickly confirmed for her the tone she would keep--even if it made him return to those pauses and stutters she disliked. The tighter grip of Miles' hands caused Sylvia to arch her back some, pressing even more firmly into his chest so she could press her rear more firmly into his hands. She had little trouble focusing on what he was saying despite her own actions, unlike the target of her affections. What do you study, and what do you read? she continued, her conversation ever so casual despite the fact her leg was wrapped around him, and she was leaning more of her weight onto him. If you do more than what those here do, you are a far more appealing candidate than they would be. A more expansive mind was a far more delectable treat. I had also told you to stop stuttering and pausing, have you had a lapse in your memory? Her hands snaked up his neck, one pausing on the left side, while on the right her hand continued into his hair. She pressed into him even more as she leaned in, a sudden curiosity taking hold. In the kitchen, her other form which she had left as a silent observer had noted both men, and women, drawing long licks up each other's necks, usually with alcohol involved. She had no alcohol, but as she had tasted the edge of the glass, and his lips earlier, she wondered. Her fingers tightened in his air, to tug his head to the side some and allow her to get into that little nook where Miles' shoulder and neck met. Snagging the fabric of his hood with her teeth, she tugged it aside so that more of his neck was exposed before her tongue slipped out--it first touching as low as she could get before moving upward. Sylvia ran her soft tongue, leaving a cool, wet trail up the side of his neck, under his ear, where as her tongue pulled back she flicked the lobe. It was... different, neither pleasant, nor unpleasant. I recommend you correct this, or I will be forced to... find someone else to explore, she said, practically right into his ear.
Thread: Halloween on a Haunted Hill [Lady Grimoire x Acitar]

The way she was speaking Miles found a little odd, beginning to wonder if she was some kind of roleplayer of some kind but he decided to just go with it, as to him this was what he perceived as a once in a life-time opportunity. When she had said her body was open for him to touch it emboldened his normally shy persona though only slightly as he began kneading her buttocks, fully enjoying the firm round shape and her warmth against his hands as she continued the conversation onward asking him what he studied and read, calling him a more appealing candidate than most which drew a deeper blush to his face. Well... I study physics and chemistry so I have to do a lot of reading in order to pass all the tests I get.. Though she did seem to notice him stuttering though it was less a case of nerves and more a case of being so horribly distracted by the way Sylvia still had her leg wrapped around him and was now crushing his erection back against himself which was making him almost light headed. It's not that it's just, what you are doing with your uh.. Hips and leg is very distracting... He barely finished the sentence however before she continued her fingers tightening in his hair as she tugged his head to one side making him wonder what she was up to as she pulled the fabric of his costume aside, though he wasn't left wondering for very long. The wet, silky warmth of her tongue pressed against the lowest part of his neck and she dragged it up leaving a cool wet trail in it's wake until she flicked the lobe and told him to stop or she'd find someone else to which he only nodded with a confused expression of awe on his face. I guess I am just not used to doing things like this.. He offered as way of explanation hoping it would go some way to alleviating her concerns with him at least in part. He changed the grip of his left hand feeling like he should perhaps try his luck over that lick up his neck and oh so gingerly slipped it under her dress and rested his palm gently directly atop one buttock, squeezing it again though a lot more gently than he had when that hand had been on top of her dress.
Thread: Halloween on a Haunted Hill [Lady Grimoire x Acitar]

Sylvia's mind drifted for a moment, those kneading hands offering small waves of pleasant sensations. That explained why she'd seen it so often, but more often she saw hands elsewhere while offering such attention. Would that be better? There was only one way to discover that, and a second taste of him could wait--his reaction to it wasn't terribly interesting. Lowering her foot to the ground, so she could bring her arms around her back, she took both his wrists once more. Do you pass all these tests? she asked as she tugged them away, including from the bare skin he had only just gotten a taste of. I have heard many complaining of the difficulty of tests or bemoaning their failures. If you do not encounter these issues then... Yes, I think you shall be the one tonight. A predatory, almost hungry gaze followed her words as Miles' hands were placed on her chest. The thin fabric of her top being the only thing separating his hands from the flesh of her breasts. That he found her actions distracting rose a question. From it, she started moving forward, her hands going to his shoulders after to guide him as she pushed him backwards from the relative crowd of the grassy dance floor. If he glanced behind him, he'd see her path, else she'd push him from the crowd and off to the side until he'd feel his back press into a tree close to the edge of the surrounding woods. I am distracting? I wonder. Is it specifically what I am doing with my hips and legs, or is it what I am doing it to that distracts you most? Miles had several seconds to ponder the question, and where her left hand was going as it slithered its way down his body. Over his chest. Across his stomach. Below his waist. Where her fingers grabbed hold of the bulge she had been rubbing against a moment ago, fingers curling around it firmly, her eyes never leaving his face. Granted, that was only if he didn't do something to stop his being pushed aside, or the path her hand took. Is this distracting? she asked with curiosity if she got that grip, as her hand started to make small motions back and forth. Rubbing at his crotch through his costume, letting the material tease and rub against him. She had seen other women doing this as well, and pondered the reason. If he answered affirmatively, she had one final, short question Why?
Thread: Halloween on a Haunted Hill [Lady Grimoire x Acitar]

The delightful answer he gave only expanded the plans Sylvia had for the young man. He was intelligent, so she'd not have to be sated by the dull wits of others she'd seen. That he didn't take the opportunity that she presented his hands, however, was somewhat disappointing. Perhaps he simply lacked the proper training--thus far he would prove to be an amusing pet if she corrected that, rather than something else. Granted, the line of reasoning came to here didn't abate the the look on her face. You say both, and yet... she started, pursing her lips thin, drinking in his reaction. Those little gasps and soft moans, the look on his face, in his eyes, the way his hands grasped tighter. He hadn't quite done any of that before. I perceive a more noticeable change with this direction, than I had the other. The tightened grip on her chest especially made her desire more. Feeling good, pleasure, these things were still rather foreign, yet she took delight in them. Her attentions were short-lived, however, and she drew her hand away from his erection for the moment. Reaching to his chin with her other hand, she took it firmly so as to ensure his gaze didn't drift away while her other hand was seeking out an opening. That was to say, if his costume was in two pieces, it'd quickly find a way inside his trousers, and if it wasn't, the only warning he'd receive was a slight tug on the fabric, and a ripping noise as Sylvia used one of her long nails like a claw to slice a small opening in the side of the tent he was making. From there her hand wasted no time in closing around his shaft. Soft, and warm, her fingers curled around the center of his seven inches one at a time rolling upward from her little finger to her index finger. She gave Miles a few tentative strokes, letting those fingers glide down to the base, then slowly up to the swollen head, back down, and then she settled at the middle with a light grip. Do you recall what I said of this body? she questioned, with a wry smile. Or am I distracting you far too much, indicating I should stop? Leaning in so her lips were close to his, she gave him a hard stare. Show me your answer, and I will show you my answer to the question of whether I shall continue, or take back my hand. Unless you do not desire a mutually beneficial trade of, as you call it... feeling really, really good.
Thread: Halloween on a Haunted Hill [Lady Grimoire x Acitar]

Trying to process the slightly surreal situation Miles found himself within alongside the slightly odd persona Sylvia presented had his mind tying itself in anxious knots that he was doing his best not to show given her 'request' for him not to stutter. As well as something he could describe as a curiously almost analytical bent to her choice of words and actions, for Miles part he filed it away as some seriously in depth role-playing and decided not to question it given how things were moving and the fact she hadn't minded his largely accidental squeezing of her breasts whilst also touching him, or near enough for what his costume would allow. However that soon stopped briefly causing a worry he had done something wrong but she simply held his chin with her other hand and promptly tore a hole in the fabric of his costume. What are yo.. Oh! His sentence by his own exclamation of surprise when the soft warmth of her fingers wrapped around the middle of his erection, her fingers almost rolling up and down his length a few times, he tensed when she stroked toward the base only to tremble as sparks of pleasure almost blanked his mind when they stroked over the head. It felt far better than his own hands ever had as she spoke again, her question almost making him wonder if she was testing to see how much he was paying attention. That it was made for contact? When she asked him to show her his answer he took her meaning, there was a briefest moment of hesitation though it wasn't born of him not wanting to do something it was born of indecision as to what he wanted to do. Miles looked at Sylvia, returning her gaze as if measuring just how much truth there was to her words as her face was a mere inch from his, he slid his hands higher, following the shape of her breasts with his fingers until the fabric gave way to skin, then he twisted his hands to push his fingertips beneath the fabric, the blush on his face intensifying as he did so. Soon enough he had pushed his hands fully into the top of her outfit, pushing his hands further down in an attempt to find her nipples as he squeezed and stroked every inch with now trembling anticipation. The sensation of her breasts directly against his hands made his shaft throb wantonly between her fingers which sat motionless around the middle of his erection. Let me know if I do anything you don't like.. Or that you do like.. He offered even if it made his inexperience ever clearer, his voice soft, careful with a measure of sincerity that spoke of the fact he wanted her to 'feel good' as well. He wasn't rough with his touch, his fingers gently kneading into the soft flesh of her bosom almost reverently as he tried to make the most of the unexpected turn this party had taken, whilst it wasn't the rich girl who had started it in his mind he had found someone better, or rather they had found him. So here he was, off to one side in a quiet spot of a party whose bass like beat and drunken singing seemed almost distant as he wondered just what else the night with Sylvia might hold, unaware of what she truly was in the slightest.
Thread: Halloween on a Haunted Hill [Lady Grimoire x Acitar]

Idly, Sylvia pondered if it was one of the sensations she had that those other girls desired. The feel of having something filling her mouth so completely, or what happened when she pushed just a little too far. She could feel him writhing in her grasp, and see that conflicted, struggling look. If nothing else she wondered just how much longer he could take it. Just what would happen if he insisted she stop, and she refused? A curious look came to her eyes--she'd endeavor to discover that. On that thought, she started to rock back and forth upon her knees. No longer trying to drive him into the deepest parts of her throat, but more, to massage the length of his shaft using only her lips which pressed in nice and firm. The additional little drops of precum left her suckling too, tasting each one on her tongue, and then, taking it down her throat, and the more that dribbled out... the more intensely, more ravenously she took it down. She was still yet unsure if she enjoyed the taste. It was a mix of pleasant and unpleasant, but the only way to know for sure was to try more, just how much would she get from him? Gradually, she increased her pace at first a slow, gentle rocking, but moving to more a constant back-and-forth, making sure no part of him was left without attention for too long. Her tongue kept most of its focus on the tip, slathering it in saliva as well as what some might call affection. It didn't make her any less quiet. As had been bound to happen, the drunk girl finally shrugged and turned on her heel. Immediately it took her gaze across the sight of Miles, and Sylvia, and she paused. She paused for a good, long while. For a blinking, deer-in-headlights kind of surprised look, taking in the scene presented before her. Mouth agape, what she did amounted to just staring and watching, for a moment.
Thread: Halloween on a Haunted Hill [Lady Grimoire x Acitar]

The situation he found himself in was getting equal parts tense as it was surreal as Sylvia seemed to be unconcerned with being discovered even as she continued to use her mouth on his shaft. Though whilst Sylvia herself for lack of a better description showed a level of indifference toward the stumbling girl nearby her actions were making it increasingly hard for him to stay quiet and not draw any additional attention to them both as they were braced against the tree. Whilst she had seemingly stopped trying to swallow his entire length she had begun to rock back and forth on her knees which was having a pronounced effect on just how much pleasure he was feeling. Her lips were soft yet they seemed to grip to the now wantonly throbbing length as she suckled that subtle pulling sensation ensuring a steady drip of pre-cum onto her tongue, it was hard to tell still if she was enjoying it or not as much as he was but regular thoughts were becoming more and more difficult. The white hot tingle within his shaft had grown, welling and pulsing through his shaft to the point he honestly worried he might crumple to the ground in rapturous delight at any moment if he wasn't careful. Her tongue despite all this still held the focal of his attention as it massage the head of his shaft. The slightly drunken stumbling of the girl finally saw her turning around in their direction, that momentary fear and shot of adrenaline was the only thing that stopped him from reaching his climax right then and there as Miles freckled features turned bright pink in the dim light. Sylvia for her part still didn't pay any mind even as the girl looked as if she were having trouble processing what she was seeing further making him wonder how drunk she was, as given the party and it's host sex was hardly going to be a rarity. S-Sylivia we s-shou.. He never finished that sentence it was immolated from his mind as his orgasm boiled within him. Syliva's single-minded determination to focus on the task at hand ensured that Miles eyes closed, he bit down on his lip which did little to muffle the groan of absolute ecstasy that engulfed his very being. He had tried to warn her but it being his first time coupled with his sensitivity and the fact they were being watched had his already throbbing shaft begin to flex, his sticky seed practically erupting over Sylvia's tongue over and over again, each time his hips shuddered, his whole body tensing and relaxing as all he could do was hold on. Each surge like a lance of pleasure straight down his shaft and up his spine, into his mind obliterating everything but the sensations.