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Thread: Sanguinary Prophecy  -:-Haru|Verikatt-:- [NSFW]

RE Sanguinary Prophecy --HaruSolai-- Her comment about the brothel only brought a grin. Oh, I might bat an eye. I would likely do much more than that. he teased back, his gaze slipping down her form in what could only be described as an appraising manner. As she took his hand and led him along, Camus got to admire how she moved, the shape of her legs and her round pert bottom. The more he interacted with her he had to admit that the more he liked her. A deep-seated fondness that surprised him and was quite unexplainable, but that he could not deny. Especially to himself. The tower she led him to was quite tall and as she moved upward he observed her movements and the path that she took. It was impressive to say the least but not beyond the scope of his own abilities. He was much stronger and faster than any human, even if he looked like one. A little smirk came to his face and as he watched her flip onto the top level he was quick to follow. With a crouch he leapt to the first protruding brick and though he had decided to take a different path, he moved from one to the other with a grace and dexterity that reflected Kyra's own movements. Soon he landed on the precipice of the top level, his boots standing on the edge of the wall and he hopped down to land beside the woman, smiling broadly. That was quite fun. What else do you have in store for me? and why is this place such a secret? he asked, quite curious. Turning he looked out over the city, marveling at how it looked from this high up, and at night. It was dotted with lights and fairy-fire, the river that split the city almost seeming to glow in the moonlight.
Thread: Sanguinary Prophecy  -:-Haru|Verikatt-:- [NSFW]

RE Sanguinary Prophecy --HaruSolai-- All that adorned the space under the bell was a large, circular bed. Plush, and much like those built without banisters and the like, it was made for comfort. pillows and cushions dotted it, but not a blanket could be seen. Off to the side was a a crate laden with fruits and a few cans. With an almost blissfull sigh--and only the slight smirk-like appraisal of his tower-scaling ease-- Kyra spun a pirouette, and flopped onto her back on the bed.Nope. Like I said, unless you would like to view one of the red light districts, return to one of those hubs of noise, or view the seedier underbelly of this city this is all I have to show. Sitting up, she began to unbuckle and unstrap her armor, till it all fell off neatly into a pile. Stretching slightly, she undid a few choice buttons, and the under-armor garments became near to casual-wear. The shirt opened up at the front to reveal a flash of cleavage albeit more for comfort than anything else, and the pants soft leather breeches seemed comfortable enough. Waltzing over to the balcony, she leaned forward against it, casting an eye over the huge expanse of city it offered.My own little paradise. Away from the noise and hustle. Most importantly, away from the fools who spend every day of life thinking it's all about them... Abruptly, though, a smile split her lips, and she reversed, leaning casually back against the railing.Now, what would you lile to do, Camus? I'm showing you the sights, aren't I? She imquired almost teasingly, her own eyes appraising his form in the way he had done her. Rugged, but in a handsome way. Just a bit too standoff-ishly fancy, yet she felt an inexplicable yearning for him. Just what exactly drove her towards this man?
Thread: Sanguinary Prophecy  -:-Haru|Verikatt-:- [NSFW]

RE Sanguinary Prophecy --HaruSolai-- Camus smiled as she began to undress, her words about the Red Light District making him think. I think the brothels would get rather boring. You know those women have been with many men. There's nothing special at all about what they do, nor how they feel. They only worship money, and that is not something I am looking for. Camus admitted and by now Kyra had slipped from her armor and into something more comfortable, the clothing under the armor more fitting to an evening of relaxation. Moving to stand beside her and lean out as well, her uestion of what he might like to do did not fall on deaf ears, even though he did not answer her with words. Turning toward her, Camus' right hand moved out to rest gently on her hip. I want you to dance with me. he told her, and stepped into her a little, the warmth of his body able to be felt. It had been hard to tell while he was in his armor, nor had they walked closely enough as she had led him here, but now that he pressed into her gently one could tell just how warm he was. Certainly not like a furnace, but a radiating heat that told her he was not quite simply human. Do you know how to dance Kyra? I feel... something... with you and I want to see if we can hear that music together. he said, his eyes searching hers. Surely she felt it too, this pull that he felt deep in his breast.
Thread: Sanguinary Prophecy  -:-Haru|Verikatt-:- [NSFW]

RE Sanguinary Prophecy --HaruSolai-- Kyra lips turned up slightly at his rebuke of the red light districts and brothels. She was about to make a quirky joke about him being a lover, when he placed a hand on her hip, where she jumped slightly. The golden hue of a blush coated her cheeks again, and intensified when Camus pulled her up against him. Dan...um... She stammered for a moment, the first crack past her cool exterior revealed. She eventually swallowed back thelump in her throat, and almost purred out, It's too sweet a melody not to... Yet as her hands swept upwards, to loop about his neck, he could see her tail... playing like a schoolgirl with her hair. It twirled and looped about a few strands, flicking occasionally in an anxious but shy manner.The tug at her heart, the soft, needy pull that attracted her to him, it was irresistable agonizing. At his wamrth, she imperceptibly leaned closer, toes curling in delight. As a daemon, she enjoyed warmth, and even extreme heats did not harm them indeed they had a fire resistance that rivaled the magic resistance of dwarves.
Thread: Sanguinary Prophecy  -:-Haru|Verikatt-:- [NSFW]

RE Sanguinary Prophecy --HaruSolai-- That she not only allowed his touch, but seemed to welcome it, had Camus breathing deep, nostrils flaring slightly as he took in the scent of her. Without a word he started to move, taking note of the hue on her cheeks, as well as how her tail played with her hair. Camus swayed gently, his silver eyes locked onto her face, taking in her flawless features this close to her, and he did in fact hear music. It was a music that they only made together, and he had no idea where it came from, nor what it meant, but he could not resist that siren's song. It feels like I have been looking for you all my life, and now here you are. I can't explain itt Kyra, but it's something I cannot deny. he told her, realizing how strange those words sounded. His other hand had now come to rest on the swell of her hip and Camus felt her lean into him, just slightly, and the expression on his face softened. Almost became tender. I know this is far out of line in some ways, but... let me spend the night with you Kyra. I am sure you get men asking you that all the time, but I promise, I just want to hold you. he said, which was true, though he'd never deny that he wanted her in more intimate ways. He'd never wanted a being like her in any carnal way and yet he knew that he wanted her. Camus wanted her in every way that a man could want a woman, and yet he was also true to his word and would do nothing but hold her if she deigned to allow him to stay.
Thread: Sanguinary Prophecy  -:-Haru|Verikatt-:- [NSFW]

RE Sanguinary Prophecy --HaruSolai-- Kyra shivered softly at his words, and before their dance was done--which she stepped smoothly along with, keeping pace with the larger man--her head was resting on his shoulder, her vibrant purple eyes clutching at his. Indeed, it was a song played on the harp-strings of a heart drawing her ever deeper. She knew next to nothing about him, or who he was, but a name. Yet, frankly, she didn't care. She felt that deep longing, that flare between her legs that urged her to just tear those annoying breeches off from his form. But to hold him, to sleep--just sleep-- as he had suggested, sounded oh-so wonderfull. Her voice as soft as a cloud, she murmured, Not a single being has asked me that in thirty years, Camus.... but I'd be glad if it weren't for one thing... Such a long period, yet she was a Daemoness. Time did not show quite so easily. At this, she broke his eye contact, and looked down, biting her lip. She seemed distraught, and tense, her body tightening with apprehension. I...I... She hid her face, then slowly, oh-so-slowly, tilted her head back towards his, a smirk on her lips.I sleep naked. She stated bluntly, before tilting her head with an almost naive look to her face.Is that alright, dear Cam? She teased, a nickname playing on her lips as casually as anything else.
Thread: Sanguinary Prophecy  -:-Haru|Verikatt-:- [NSFW]

RE Sanguinary Prophecy --HaruSolai-- Those eyes of hers, looking up at his face with a longing that he knew was only matched by the look on his own face. Camus' hands had held her close as she leaned on him, and they still swayed together for a moment before her words came, her voice soft and demure. The smile that came to his face was one of relief and he shook his head. Would you be terribly concerned if I told you that I often sleep the same way? he asked, his voice low and soft. Kyra would be able to feel one of his hands shift, his right one, slipping up her left side, the pads of his fingers trailing heat along her skin, up along her ribs and gently brushing the swells of her breasts along the sides, past her shoulder until they slipped gently along the side of her neck. The heat was more than simply from his fingers. There was something else too, underlying and primal, and the pad of his thumb slid along her jawline, his eyes unfocused for a moment as his hand caressed the side of her face, thumb resting then on her cheekbone as fingers and palm cradled the side of her head and Camus would have announced his intention were it not for fear that he might scare Kyra away. Camus' head canted to the side and his head dipped and unless Kyra pulled away his lips would find hers. The kiss was soft and though it was not tentative, it was certainly testing. There was an underlying passion in the kiss, a certain level of sheer want that had no way to be hidden, nor did Camus try. A gentle sound of desire rode the back of the kiss and his hand felt like a heating pad on the side of her face, his lips fiery and the kiss becoming more hungry, more insistent. The left hand of the man moved to the small of her back as he pulled her even closer, his actions those of a man who knew what he wanted.
Thread: Sanguinary Prophecy  -:-Haru|Verikatt-:- [NSFW]

RE Sanguinary Prophecy --HaruSolai-- Kyra seemed to try and ignore his questing hand the current notion of his desire that explored her skin. She shivered softly, and leaned almost needily when when it cupped her cheek. Her breath was picking up in a haze of passion, and she was leaning up to meet his lips. She melted into it, a soft, chest-deep moan rising back against his. Slowly--even as his hands drifted low on her back-- her hands slid apart. One stroked slowly down his spine, while the other drifted up into his hair. After a long moment of allowing him to lead, and press his desire into the kiss, it was her turn. Her hand, threaded through his hair, suddenl tightened it's grip, and gave a gentle tug. Just enough to jerk his head a bit, and thus break the purse of his lips, if he didn't see it coming Almost as soon as she did so, she pressed forward into the kiss, and her tongue attempted to slip past his lips. His natural, emanating heat onl added to her lust stoking and fanning the flames that burned within her. As his hands slipped low enough, her tail flicked against them almost tentatively it was flicking about and swishing with a wild abandon.
Thread: Sanguinary Prophecy  -:-Haru|Verikatt-:- [NSFW]

RE Sanguinary Prophecy --HaruSolai-- Her lips were soft and sweet, and she tasted of candy. That an answering moan emanated from deep in her chest told Camus that she wanted this as much as he did. Maybe even needed it. He had to wonder if she took many lovers, for she was intimidating for most he would imagine, though he found her fascinating. The hand on her cheek slid back further to cradle the back of her neck as she lifted into the kiss, her slender fingers tugging his hair as his lips parted and eagerly allowed her entrance. His tongue crashed into hers and his left hand slipped down further to caress and gently knead her firm curved backside, feeling her tail flick along his hand. That same hand found the base of her tail and gently stroked along it where it attached at the base of her spine and his fingers on his right hand slipped into those platinum locks. Her breasts were pressed into him, and Camus felt his desire for her rise, and there was no way she could miss the growing bulge in the front of his pants. This form was a little different for him, but he was growing used to how it worked and his hips moved in slow circles as he would grind against her softly. Even as he did this he continued to fondle her lovely behind, letting his passions grow.
Thread: Alpha and Omega | Lagertha x Zprimal |

Can it, whelp. Corrin growled dangerously, his grip on her tightened as the other attempted to pull her from his grasp, only to be beaten down in a couple of hits from Abaddon. An admirable attempt which was rewarded by the Beta yanking him by his ankles and lashing out several times against his ribs for his trouble. His eyes locked to hers, grunting as she kicked him, her foot meeting a ring of muscle beneath his attire. Just as he was about to slam her against the wall, he felt her teeth bite down on his fingers, sharp pain rippling as she drew blood, his knuckles bleeding. He rotated his body, using the momentum to slam the female into the tiled wall, You don't seem to realize your crimes here, He informed them, a drawl in his voice despite his growing impatience. I guess those not from civilization would fail to recognize that, hm? He shook her freeing his hand from her teeth and grasping her by the throat. I'm guessing they didn't see you then, but now that you're here... He trailed off, allowing their minds to lead them to the next conclusion before continuing, But I have a much better idea, that is if you want your friend here to keep his legs. At that, Abaddon ceased using his baton, stepping back to circle the downed person. We will allow you and your friend work the crime off. He can take jobs which would be like a lookout or a courier. You, on the other hand will have a more traditional job. Corrin turned to her again, You'll get to see each other if the schedule permits. I think this is a pretty good deal, considering you've caused trouble for us, regardless of the meat going to waste or not. Abaddon nodded, preferring not to destroy any possible muscle. And you'll get to food and lodging as well. They would not be treated the same way as their other members where instead of food and lodging, they were paid as though it was a job. He cast Corrin a glance before adding, Maybe credits if you do your work well enough. It was not going to happen, knowing how Corrin enforced a budget on the syndicate's activities, managing the profits and losses rather well. Since they were to agree either ways, he released the female thief, his hand going to his phone to check the map of surrounding buildings. Shall we? He asked, knowing if they refused, he would still have his way with the female.
Thread: Alpha and Omega | Lagertha x Zprimal |

I'm not a whelp! Momo snarled, at the strange man. She looked, watching the desperation in his eyes as Karol moved to grab her, like the man was frightened she might be taken away. Momo tensed as his grip tensed on his hold on her. He was built, that much Momo could tell when her foot collided with his clothed chest and the rippling muscle underneath. Momo gulped. This man was no beta, he had to be an Alpha. Ah! Momo cried out as her back smacked against the wall, her teeth loosing as her mouth opened in a surprised scream. She winced when he called them criminals, in her mind they had done nothing wrong. Momo cried as he gripped her throat, her long fingers going to her neck as she kicked her legs around. Momo's eyes twitched when his words trailed off, brows furrowed in irritation. What? You going to dismember us for stealing some meat while we were starving. If anyone should be punished it's me! I'm the only one who stole it and got away, he's innocent as far as you're concerned! Momo's eyes narrowed when he threatened Karol, her teeth barring as she growled at him, however her growl sounded more like a cute purring. You know that is worse than death for our kind! How could you do that to someone without thinking that? Momo's head hit against the tile wall as she looked at the man, her bare foot was against the tile, trying to push some of the pressure off her throat so he wasn't choking her and she could think clearly. Traditional? Am I going to wash your dirty dishes and underwear? Still, Momo could hear Karol whimpering on the ground holding himself, she looked at him from the corner of her eyes grimacing at the idea of watching them take off his hind legs. And when we pay off our debt? Momo finally asked after a moment, Karol was too wounded to discuss any terms. Will you let us go home free then? That meat was no more than thirty pounds which is equal to...from the way he looked like he was trying to ripe off other people, probably around a thousand give or take. Credits? Momo's face was that of complete ignorance, having no knowledge of what he was explaining. After all, she had never been in a city until a few days ago. What are credits? Why the hell do I care about that? Momo was thankful when she was released, her bare foot touching the ground, her other heeled one as well, making the girl lopsided with the way she stood but giving them sight on just how tall she actually was without any shoes on. She rubbed her sore throat as she looked at the bigger one, watching him pull out something fancy. Momo had learned over the few days the amount of technology they had here, much more than she was used to, but it seemed to have made some of them lazy. Fine, if you'll leave his legs alone and let us pay off the debt then leave. Momo crossed her arms over her clothed chest, the hoodie covering her body once again. Probably shouldn't be more than a few weeks. Though Momo was uncertain how they could mask their scents for that long without someone realizing it, and she wondered if the man that had grabbed her had sniffed her.
Thread: Alpha and Omega | Lagertha x Zprimal |

When your debt is paid, then you'd be free to go. Corrin said as he slipped the device back into his pocket. Abaddon, he gestured for the beta to settle the rest before signalling for the girl to follow after him. Her scent was enticing, his pace picking up to a brisk walk as he led them to the neon-lit streets outside the subway. Abaddon could only grumble to himself before turning his attention to the downed figure. Oi, are you going to get up or do I have to make you? He crouched down beside him, eyeing the prone form. Corrin dialled a number to issue instructions for a package to be brought to his destination, he expected this to take a while, probably a couple of days before this was settled so necessary preparations were needed. So what is your name and how did you end up here? He asked as they stopped at a busy road crossing, his eyes flicking to check that she was still with him before going back to observing the passing vehicles and pedestrians. His hand wrapped around her shoulders, standing much taller than her. He led her along, moving towards a sleek sky scraper, the exterior looking as though it was made of highly polished, blue glass. The automatic double glass doors sliding open to admit them. He squinted his eyes at the dimness of the interior, striding across the wooden flooring to the counter. Ah, Corrin, not here for an inspection are you? The clerk behind the counter asked. No. I'm here for personal matters. I'll have the penthouse. He took the key cards passed to him and kept it in his pocket. The lady raised an eyebrow but did not voice her concerns after casting her eyes to the girl in the hoodie. I'll be expecting a package some time today. He said, taking a napkin to stop the slight trickle of blood from the bite wound. Noted, sir. He turned to the girl, curving a finger and going to get the lift. So what's your name? He inhaled her scent as it grew stronger, his nose picking more and more of it past the chemicals. The lift door opened and he stepped in, gesturing for her to join him.
Thread: Alpha and Omega | Lagertha x Zprimal |

He smelled her blood, looking down to see that she had discarded her footwear and paid the price, probably cutting herself as they exited the station. Corrin watched her for a moment before tapping the keycard and pressing the button to the penthouse. There was a click then a muted hum as the lift began its ascent, going all the way to the seventieth floor. It is a place were you can lie your head and rest. This will be your home for now since you've yet to have a place to stay. He said, his eyes looking at her against the glass wall of the lift, as though he was looking at the concrete jungle below, or at the blue band which was the sea in the horizon. It is a bit much for a thief such as you but it has its purposes. And you're treated like a child because you behave like one. He growled lowly, his eyes locking with hers. It was at that point where there was a chime and the lift doors slid open, revealing a dimly lit antechamber. As he entered, the sensors picked up movement and the lights gradually brightened. There was a single steel lamp. It itself was a abstract sculpture, smooth and elegant, but despite having no recognisable appearance, it hinted at something far more primal in their society. The door opened with a swipe of the key card, a soft audio cue before the muted sounds of the whirring were heard, the locks disengaging. He held the door open for her, hearing the locks click back into place behind him as he followed her. The hall had two walls completely made of glass and steel. The floor was made of a dark, waxed hardwood. Directly a few paces from the door was an electronic piano, modelled after one of the grand pianos of old. To their left was the sitting room and to the right was to the dining room, kitchen and bedroom. He walked over to the sitting room and picked up one of the intercom phones and placed the keycard on the scanner, performing several voice recognition tests which would ensure that the penthouse's smart systems would recognise his commands even without the use of a key card. Satisfied, he left her be, going over to the bedroom to lock the keycard away in the safe and returned with a first aid kit. Sit down. He pointed to the couch, setting the red case down on the table and preparing bandages for her slashed feet. Background music, on. At his command, music began playing almost inaudibly, breaking the heavy silence which stretched up to the high ceilings of the penthouse.