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Thread: The Persephone Society (DudeMeister and Sensualist)

Lucas enjoyed the slight undulating of her tight body at his touch. It seemed that his gentle advances were going well to get such a reaction. Her slight moans and gasps encouraged him further as he kissed her neck, his teeth gently grazing her tender skin as his lips sucked to give her a love bite. His eyes gazed at her's in their reflection in the mirror as she answered his questions, but smirked as her dainty digits guided his hands to her aroused womanhood, her feminine essences moistening the fabric of her hose. Pulling Clair closer into his embrace, his hands gently caressed down her swaying hips like water flowing around a rock and slowly slipped down her pantyhose. Once the see-through garment was lowered to about mid thigh, he smirked at her reflection before caressing her sweet and tender sex with a finger, his digit gently tracing her labia as his free hand cupped her beautiful right breast. His lips assaulted her neck with lustful kisses, his finger rubbing her clit insistently as he fondled her tits. Just as he thought her shapely bosom filled his hand comfortably, his thumb and forefinger gently giving her nipple a pinch as he grasped it. As his attentions on her moist core intensified, he pulled her in some more, his hips involuntarily prodding into her's, the aroused column of manly flesh brushing against her ass slightly, his fingers curling inside of her as his lips kissed her cheek. Their amorous entanglement would be interrupted by the doorbell. Groaning slightly, he reluctantly freed his hand from her moist pussy and unraveled his embrace. Walking to the door, he was presented with the bottle of champagne that he ordered minutes ago, resting in a bucket of ice with a pair of matching glasses. Moments later a loud pop could be heard as he opened the bottle, filling a pair of glasses before he came back to the bathroom to give his lovely guest a glass. Setting the bucket beside the tub, he took a sip from his own glass before he set it on the sink and slipped out of his boxers. I hope all is to your liking Claire. I'd like to think that I'm not too much of a chore for you he said as he picked up his glass. His freed member was a proud specimen of 8 inches...and it wasn't completely aroused yet. But that wasn't to far off at the sight of the gorgeous babe before him.
Thread: The Persephone Society (DudeMeister and Sensualist)

Reaching back, Claire grasped Lucas' hips, clutching herself tighter against him as his fingers explored her womanhood. She stifled a shivery moan of pleasure as her supple pink folds stretched around the welcome invading digits, and her juices flowed down to his knuckles, filling the air with a musky, sweetly wanton scent that almost overpowered the floral aroma rising from the bath tub. Oh... uh... god... she whimpered, her breasts thrusting out eagerly into his hand, and she bit her lip as a spark of pleasure raced through her from the tweak of her pebbled nipple. When the man released her from his embrace at the sound of the door, she voiced an involuntary mewl of displeasure and frustration, reaching out to grab the mirror's frame as her momentarily shaky knees trembled. Claire squeezed her smooth white thighs shut where Lucas' hand had been, and gazed at him hotly in the reflection just before it steamed over, her eyes demanding and promising pleasure in equal measure. Lucas went to retrieve their drink from the rather embarrassed, when he saw the man's state of undress room service waiter, and on returning to the bathroom heard the taps shut off, and a wet, silky sound from the tub. Claire had slid into the bath in his absence, warm water and crests of white foam covering her from toe to shoulder, restoring some modesty. She gave him a sultry smile as she saw him return with the champagne glasses, and lifted her arms to receive it, letting water and foam cascade down her slim arms. She raised her drink to her mouth, taking a sip, and pausing as she saw Lucas slide out of his underwear. Her gaze slid along his stomach as he was fully revealed to her, clearly enjoying the way his toned, hard flesh rose smoothly to the long, thick, rigid apex of his manhood. She set her glass down, a red crescent-moon of lipstick on the brim, and draped her arms over the edges of the tub. Are you fishing for compliments? she teased, her nails absently tracing over the smooth white ceramic, leaving trails of water and popping bubbles. Do you want me to say that, yes, it probably will be difficult to fully satisfy that nice, big cock? That I'll probably be aching and sore in all the best ways after you've enjoyed my body in any... in every... way you hunger for? Yes, it probably will be a chore..but that doesn't mean I won't enjoy every minute of it.
Thread: The Persephone Society (DudeMeister and Sensualist)

Lucas returned to the pleasant sight of his guest lounging in the bath, the foam obstructing most of what he seen earlier in the mirror. Taking a sip of his champagne, he eyed her as she sat up and leaned over the edge of the tub, her lustful gaze enticing him to join her in the bath. He chuckled slightly at her response. You're a smartass...I think we'll get along famously. Don't worry, you'll enjoy it. I have received no complaints from women in the past, but I'll put in the extra effort for one as lovely as you he said, before slipping in the tub with her. The warm water was even more soothing than he'd imagined. His lifestyle forced him to keep a strict training regiment, so any respite from the aches and pains that accumulated over time was welcome Cheers he said, holding up his glass to clink with her's, before he downed it in a single swig. Placing in down beside the tup, he found himself gazing into her eyes once again, before his eyes lowered to her luscious lips. Lucas sat up and gently reached for her hand, his lips pressing against her dainty digits. How about a kiss dear? he requested
Thread: The Persephone Society (DudeMeister and Sensualist)

Claire watched him swallow his champagne in one go, sipping her own and relishing the feel of bubbles bursting against her tongue and tickling her nose. Mhhhm. Cheers. The water lapped at her as he pulled himself up and took her free hand, his rough lips brushing her fingers. Such a gentleman, she teased. I'm here, all naked and soapy, and all you want is a kiss? That's not very ambitious, is it? she said, her voice gradually dropping into a sultry purr as she went on. Claire shifted herself, rising up a little, her gown of foam sliding slowly down her bare flesh as she leaned towards Lucas. She moved closer in the tight confines of the tub, her slim, shapeful form squeezing between his knees easily thanks to her slick skin, nestling up to the man. Claire's eyes glittered and her crimson lips parted with a faint sigh of anticipation as she brought her face down to his, finally kissing him with eagerness. Her mouth was warm, with the sweet tang of champagne on her soft lips and a playful invitation as she dragged the tip of her tongue along Lucas' lower lip. One hand rested on his thigh, the other draped on the hard plane of his chest as she bent into the kiss, voicing a muffled sound of enjoyment.
Thread: The Persephone Society (DudeMeister and Sensualist)

Don't worry, I'm ambitious enough. I just like to ease into things. I'd rather there be no awkwardness between us before we have our romp... he said with a smirk before she sat up slightly. His eyes gazed into her's before he lowered his look to her slick breasts. The soapy water slowly dripped down, giving him the reveal of her beautiful pink nipples. He reclined back as she climbed upon him like a lioness stalking her prey and closed his eyes as their lips met once again. Her lips were warm and soft, and he groaned gently as he felt her agile pink tongue against his lower lip. His thigh obliged to her touch by closing in against her hand, his chest raising into her other caressing palm as he breathed through his nose. It wasn't long before his own touch accompanied the heated moment as the two made out passionately. His tongue glided along her's in an erotic dance as he entangled his finger's through her hair, the other hand caressing down her wet back to submerge under the bathwater, his fingers not hesitating to grasp and play with her ass. More than once he found himself grinding his hips into her suggestively, his hand interrupting it's attentions upon her rear to pull her leg up so that she could straddle him. Chuckling softly he kept kissing Clair for what seemed like forever, before he felt ready to break the warm seal of their lips and make a first request of sorts. So tell me Claire do you have a specialty or preference, or are you all around great in bed? he asked, his lips pressing against her neck as he caressed up her back soothingly.
Thread: The Persephone Society (DudeMeister and Sensualist)

Claire responded with eager grace to his touch, her lips diving deeper into his, her back arching with a feline ripple of pleasure as his fingers walked along it. She pushed her ass back into his hand as he caressed there, the firm little curve grinding against his palm as she raked her nails playfully across the taut, slick skin of his chest, leaving faint white streaks that quickly flushed red. Between his legs, her other hand moved up his muscular thigh and curled inwards, letting her cup his testes and gently massage them as they bobbed in the warm water. Luckily, the bath tub was luxuriently spacious, so when Lucas coaxed her up Claire was able to mount him almost fully, her knees around his waist, her hips nestled nicely just above his hard cock. As he broke the kiss she exhaled, rolling her lower body so that her ass and crotch rubbed soapily against him. She layed her hands on his chest and pushed upright, letting her fingers stroke along his collarbone as she gazed down at him with half-lidded, sensuous eyes. I guess you'll have to find out, she teased, biting her lower lip. We'll have to try... everything... and see what you like best. As she spoke she moved her hands to her own figure, slowly running them up her waist to her breasts as if to emphasise the subtle curves of full display. She cupped her breasts in her palms, lifting them, squeezing them, tweaking her own nipples until she inhaled sharply. As he kissed her throat she moaned, tilting her head, a few silky dark strands of hair falling to tickle his face. I will say, though, that I do yoga and gymnastics, so Im very... flexible. In every sense of the word.
Thread: The Persephone Society (DudeMeister and Sensualist)

A muffled groan of pleasure left his lips as he was lost in the kiss they shared, enjoying the feeling of her hand cupping his testes to caress them softly. He body was so perfect, so responsive to his touch. As she ground her hips into him, his hand grasped her ass more firmly, giving it a playful swat before he pinched it once again. Their lips parted from the sensual kiss after what seemed like an eternity, and he reclined back to watch her hands slide up her hips to her breasts. His gaze fell to her lovely mounds as she handled them deftly, enjoying the sight of her well sized mounds. He than sat up and roughly tugged her hands away to pull her into an even closer embrace. His eyes closed as his mouth hungrily engulfed the nipple of her right breast, his tongue flicking against the sensitive nub of flesh until it hardened. His other hand slid up to give her other breast some love, his palm cupping it firmly as he indulged in suckling on her breast. Mmmm...I can play with your tits forever dear he said after his hungry mouth let her breast go with a subtle plop of his lips. He than cupped the breast he previously suckled as he flicked his tongue at her hardened nub. I'd like to take this too the bed. I like to explore a your body...to give you the utmost pleasure... he said with a smirk as his body writhed under her's, gently urging her to climb off of him so that he could get up. His well honed body dripped as he stepped out of the tub. Reaching for a towel, he hastily dried himself off. ...which is only fair, since I'd like a nice blow job from you afterward he added, unashamed of his blunt request.
Thread: The Persephone Society (DudeMeister and Sensualist)

Claire gasped as Lucas' hand snapped against her derrire, but the sound of surprise quickly turned to a naughty purr and she wriggled her soap-slicked behind against his hand provocatively. She giggled as he manoeuvred his way to her pert, upthrust breasts, then uttered a long, breathy moan as his mouth devoured each eager nipple in turn. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders, the heels of her palms grinding against his pectorals, her nails digging desperately into the bone of his clavicle as he licked and suckled. Oh oh ohhhh. Forever? she smiled, glossy lips parted as she panted softly. With a kittenish moue, she said You promise? She gave an indignant squawk as Lucas slid out from beneath her, and she rolled herself around in the tub. Her glare of annoyance faded into one of interest as he exited the bath, however, rivulets of water and sheets of foam cascading down his chiselled form. Claire stretched herself luxuriantly out in the tub. After all the trouble I went to running this lovely bath, you just want to go to bed? How boring. What a spoilsport, she teased, before rising herself like a dripping wet Venus in the half-shell, suds trickling away from the peaks of her breasts like a slow strip-tease. Reaching for another towel, Claire took her time rubbing every... single... inch of her slim, curved body with the soft white fabric, covering herself whenever Lucas looked her way, but always offering him a teasing glimpse of shoulder, hip, ass or side-breast. At last, when she was dry she reahed up and unpinned her gleaming ravenette hair, letting it spill down around her shoulders as she swayed back to the bedroom with the towel wrapped around her body. Perching herself on the edge of the bed, Claire crossed her legs and smiled up at the man, leaning back slightly and resting her hands on the bed behind her. So... tell me more about this... utmost... pleasure ... she purred invitingly.
Thread: The Persephone Society (DudeMeister and Sensualist)

Lucas enjoyed the slight gasp Claire uttered as his hand collided with her lovely athletic rump, his eyes locked in a sensual gaze as she uttered her subtle pleasured purr. She had an uncanny way of moving in his arms, her every gesture and mannerism drawing him into her web of seduction more and more. He relished the taste of the sensitive skin of her breasts, making love to each of them in turn before he unpredictably bucked her off of him. As he reached for a towel, he couldn't help but chuckle at her annoyed glare, taking his sweet ass time drying himself off for her viewing pleasure. It was certainly a lovely bath, and it was rather hard to bring myself to buck you off like that, but I'm sure you'd like the comfort of the bed. he added, trailing off towards the end of his sentence as she rose, the image of her wet form the culmination of every man's desires. She was a Venus that put Botticelli's to shame. It would seem that her retaliation to his own teasing was rather tantalizingly sweet. Every time he glanced at her, she obscured his view of 'the goods', but she was certainly kind enough to grant him the fleeting view of her lovely curves. The way her brunette locks cascaded down drove him mad as she sauntered off towards the bed, perching against it's edge before crossing her legs. As she asked him to tell her about this utmost pleasure , her smirked and slowly approached her. Lucas smiled as he gazed into her beautiful eyes, leaning forward to capture her lips in a tender kiss. Her lips were warm and inviting, his tongue slipping past them to meet her's. His approaches weren't forceful, but definitely that of a man full of need and desire. Lucas gently ran his fingers through her hair before he broke the kiss, his smoldering gaze still locked onto her. His lips graced her neck, kissing down her collarbone and toward the hem of the towel that wrapped around her breasts. He gently kissed the top of one of her luscious mounds before he took the hem of the cloth between his teeth, pulling it apart to reveal what he desired to see. I'd say it's best to get rid of this he whispered, tossing the towel away before he sat down upon his knees before her, leaning over to plant kisses upon her thigh. Hey pulled away and looked up at her with a playful smile, his fingers gently goading her legs to part before he kissed the inside of her thigh teasingly, the tip of his tongue tracing it's path towards her center and coming face to face with her lovely flower. Licking his lips suggestively, he gazed at her lovely pink folds before gently lapping at her sensitive clitoris groaning in delight at her taste. From the onset his licks were gentle, taking pleasure in tasting her sweet warmth. His lips soon kissed and suckled upon her clit before relinquishing it's hold on them and letting his tongue slither within her.
Thread: ¬The Last of Freedom¬ (hothardcandy and heichou)

The air that night was too still. Neither too hot, nor too cold, it was the kind of temperature that almost ceased to exist. You could have been swimming in water instead, and never realized it. Floating...Riki Kuroda ree-kee felt as though he were floating rather than standing. His beating heart stood out against the silence, thumping harshly against the inside of his chest and sending vibrations through his ear drums. In this situation, splitting up was the best way to guarantee success, but it in no way made Riki feel safer. The 17 year old boy was terrified. Success in assassinating this particular demon meant ultimate financial stability, and failing...he didn't want to know. Demons had no qualms whatsoever when it came to torturing to death those who would wrong them. The male aristocracy, the Elites were so intimidating...sweeping down the high street in beautiful clothing. Shoulder length locks of deep ruby, white silken hair cascading down the back, suits of the highest quality black satin or heavy winter cloaks to cost a fortune- the fashion of these beings was decadent, gorgeous, frightening and ever changing. Riki shook his head of these daunting images, instead focusing on the prizes he'd have once they'd taken down this Mink, the only street alias they had for the notorious demon. Riki would have been considered suitable as a pet for a demon, but his looks would never be matched to those wealthier than he. Dressed in a simple dark, sleeveless shirt, black pants that laced in the front and ratty combat boots, the teenager had naught but his face and body to show for beauty. Sporting straight, shaggy black hair just past his ears, a pretty neck and lean, boyish figure, Riki's milky white skin would have suggested a weak, stay-inside hermit. The lack of consistent sunlight on the planet made sure of this. Such watery blue eyes like his were strangely sought after in a human pet, but most would turn away from Riki as a contender unless they were looking for a serious challenge. The boy had developed a severely hard outer shell, even if he was soft on the inside, metaphorically and literally. Licking his lips and taking an uneven breath, Riki waited silently with his back to the alley wall, waiting for his prey to exit the lounge. Two of his friends stood nearby, unaware of the fact that one of them would be dead in the next few minutes, and one running for his life. The dark haired boy was confident in his fighting skills. Too confident. The group definitely wasn't supposed to be here, where the demon's mingled with their guard down, so in that they were sneaky. Soon, the target would be heading back to his estate in the utopian area of the planet, and then they would strike.
Thread: ¬The Last of Freedom¬ (hothardcandy and heichou)

RE The Last of Freedom Iason was bored again he could feel every cell in his body dying of boredom. His long fingers played through his even longer hair. Life become a prison when you can no longer escape it. He wore a long white coat over a pair of black pants that hugged his ass. He chest was left exposed for anyone to see. He needed to feel his blood pump, he needed that howling danger. But who would imagine to attack him. He stood up slowly letting his lank body carry him to the door to the lounge. He smelled it the scent of youth mixed with anticipation and fear. His hand moved into an inner pocket and pulled out a deck of playing cards. The first card went flying its path taking it through the open door. As he moved through the door his hands traced an intricate pattern in the air. He fought like he lived, without regards to what anyone did around him. He knew that at some point a body would intersect his pattern. He did not care if it happened quickly or not. A shame one way or another he was going to ruin this coat. Blood did not come out of white wool no matter what you did . There was more then one of them he could feel it now. He thought that perhaps they would last more then a few seconds if he let them . His heart remained sullen beating only fast enough to push blood through his body. You, are you the leader He asked moving to take the first card he threw.
Thread: ¬The Last of Freedom¬ (hothardcandy and heichou)

RE The Last of Freedom It all happened so quickly. It was as if the demon was expecting them before they even thought to jump into action. Shiozawa was dead before he could do even the first bit of damage, and all Riki heard of Suzuya were shouts and desperate foot falls. Had he...run away? The boy felt his throat close up and his body freeze at the sight of the pooling blood only 10 feet away. Though he'd never been close with either of his partners, he was still shocked and slightly sickened at the outcome of their clearly flawed plan. Adrenaline pulsating painfully through his body, Riki tore forward with a cry, poisoned steel blade raised above his head. The human form burst from the shadows, the darkness sweeping back off his surprisingly delicate young face like a black tide over smooth porcelain. Everything about him screamed desperation. Clearly, the boy had greatly underestimated the situation and didn't know what to do. Still, it was an attempted assassination by a group of anarchists from the slums, and if caught, Riki would find himself in a compromising position.
Thread: ¬The Last of Freedom¬ (hothardcandy and heichou)

RE The Last of Freedom It was such a small thing so young and fragile. He could snuff the life out with a single flick of his wrist. He moved in a blur he seemed to simply be in one place and then another. His cold eyes looked down on the boy his dagger was now in his hands. Slowly he wiped the dagger on his coat which was soaked in blood. He bent down over the boy letting his body cast a shadow over him. It was so predictable that he almost wanted to laugh. How these insects thought they could defeat him was a joke. He could kill scores of them and not ruffle his hair. He considered plunging the dagger through a hand pinning the boy like a butterfly. Instead he ran the cold steel over the boys jaw line. An ugly red line formed as if on,y cutting paper. He brought the blade to his mouth and ran his tongue tip to hilt. I asked a question, was this you're s he asked pointing at the drying puddle of blood. He reached for the boys hair he needed a handle after all. He wondered if his hair could support even the sleight weight of his own body. He did not want to scalp the boy simply trying to get a look at him.