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Post by Talenon Shahrizai on Jul 10, 2006 6:25:47 GMT -5
“Things are sweetest of all when they’re rare,” I whispered against her mouth, my eyes locked on hers. “I could not give this to anyone else.” I carefully moved one of my ravaged hands to the drying pools of blood on the floor and drew a finger lightly across her lips, staining them a darker, glistening red.
But to her second question, I only said: “You didn’t come to see me either. Did you not want to see me?”
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Jul 10, 2006 6:57:19 GMT -5
"I wanted to see you but I thought you'd be brusque with me; I decided to let you wait for your own time, but then I couldn't stand it anymore." Taking his forearm gently I looked at the ripped skin and kissed it lightly before releasing his hand. "That should get bandaged or it could fester. I don't want you to get ill, Tal." Letting go of his arm I ran my tongue across his lips. "I need you healthy."
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Post by Talenon Shahrizai on Jul 10, 2006 9:43:52 GMT -5
I shivered beneath the whisper-soft brush of her lips against my lacerated flesh. “It won’t,” I said, carelessly, my tone quite a contrast, I’m sure, to the heat and hunger in my eyes. “I heal quickly, you know that. Almost as quickly as you, in fact. Besides,” I felt my lips curl into a rare smile, “I thought you were more interested in the causing of pain.”
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Jul 10, 2006 9:51:51 GMT -5
"I am," I said with the same sort of smile. "And I thought you were more interested in causing pain than enduring it, my Tal. But you're right, I do forget that you heal quickly- I always do. I just don't want you to pass out from blood loss while I'm trying to take my pleasure with you." Seeing the want in his gaze and knowing my own was echoed there as well, blue flames meeting the grey embers in his eyes, I ground myself slightly against him as I brushed my lips past his. "What do you want, my love? Maybe this time I'll listen," I added with a raised brow.
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Post by Talenon Shahrizai on Jul 11, 2006 10:28:12 GMT -5
“I am,” I said, my voice and expression a shadow of her own, “but not always. And someday I think we may even find ourselves in accord. Perhaps.” It seemed unlikely though, and I’m not sure either of us would even have wanted it. The struggle was a dark flame, the fight a dance all of its own.
I arched up to snatch at the fleeting touch of her lips as she passed me and the bitter-taste of my own blood. “What do I want?” I repeated. “Everything. I want your yielding and your victories, your anger and your fear, I want your heart and your soul, and your touch, and your tears, and everything … everything.”
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Jul 11, 2006 10:35:00 GMT -5
Laughing lightly, a sparkling sound, I let my eyes flash with a moment of mad mirth. "You never one for easy answers, Tal. If we were in accord, wouldn't that mean we were as tamed as all of these other City-folk?" Leaning over I licked his lips and then bit the lower one quickly but shallowly.
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Post by Talenon Shahrizai on Jul 13, 2006 7:59:09 GMT -5
I drew my head back slowly, her teeth dragging against my lower lip, pain then liberty. “You don’t ask easy questions,” I answered. I rolled, suddenly, sliding easily out from under her, my head spinning slightly with the effort, pain rippling down my forearms from my torn hands. And then I was on top of her, braced above her on my elbows, pinning her against the blood-slick floor, looking down into her flashing eyes, grinning wolfishly.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Jul 13, 2006 8:05:59 GMT -5
"There's my Tal," I whispered merrily. It was good to see him not brooding anymore, even though I was now going to be covered in his spilled blood. "Why is it we always manage to almost ruin one of my gowns? The blood will stain it, my love. I'll have to die it black to cover the marks, and to cover your marks, you'll have to wear gloves to the Masque. Every time I grab your wrist and you wince only I will know why. What a wonderful secret."
Leaning up I ran my tongue over his neck. "Should I start asking easier questions, do you think? Am I too odd for the City?"
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Post by Talenon Shahrizai on Jul 13, 2006 8:16:49 GMT -5
“It’s because you look better without them,” I said, rising to my knees. I reached out and a gathered up a fistful of the fabric and tore it down the front. The seams screamed like they were in pain and the delicate buttons and hooks scattered out across the floor in a series of cheerful chimes. Possibly she would take exception to such conduct but she seemed to be a merry mood today and, as she said, the dress was ruined anyway.
“If I had my way I wouldn’t let you have any gowns at all … I’d keep you locked at the top of some tower in Kusheth, naked and furious like the wild thing you are.”
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Jul 13, 2006 8:28:44 GMT -5
Madly, wonderfully, I laughed as my skin was exposed to the air. "You owe me a gown now and you'll have to pick it out all by yourself. Otherwise I'll just conduct all of my business naked. If you kept me locked in a tower I'd lock you in as well and we'd die of starvation. Besides, who would run the estate?"
In reply to the ripped gown I reached my hand up and tore the last clinging scraps of the shirt from his chest. "Locking up a creature tames it. We would die together but docile. Is that really a better choice?" Softly, with a hint of repressed desire to dig deeper, I ran my nails over his chest again, tracing the lines I had left before. "Take me to bed, Tal- the blood is getting in my hair." Picking up a strand I sucked on it, getting the taste of him off of the ends.
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Post by Talenon Shahrizai on Jul 13, 2006 8:51:06 GMT -5
“I don’t know anything about gowns,” I grumbled. But I knew I’d do it. And she knew I would, too. I regained my feet in one fluid motion, sweeping her into my arms, her nails still tracing the marks she had left upon my chest, causing my breath to come a little quickly although I had barely exerted myself. I peeled the remains of her gown from her body and left it on the floor like the discarded skin of a snake. “And you owe me some gloves.”
Sirena’s room was just down the hall but lest she complain about me getting blood on the bedsheets, I took her to mine. I suspected the room I had chosen for myself was much less well appointed than my cousin’s, and I’d done little to make it more than a simply a room where I slept. But it had a bed and that was all that mattered right now.
“I wouldn’t want to make you docile,” I said, “so perhaps I’d let you run free through the Bois de Millefleurs and the peasants would speak of moon-caught glimpses of a beautiful woman with blood on her lips. And on certain nights no-one would dare to venture into the forest, for fear that you would hunt them down and tear them to pieces.”
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Jul 13, 2006 9:06:42 GMT -5
"The only person I would hunt and tear to pieces is you," I said as I nestled against him and we entered his room. "Though you could say otherwise if you wished. It would be interesting to become a legend, a moonlight creature, maybe even a lycanthrope of the forests around home. Would you fear to venture out on those nights, to let me ravage you in the trees? To become a beast yourself, infected by my teeth and claws and wildness?" Sharply but playfully I bit the skin of his chest.
Once I was on the bed, surrounded by the scent of him, I took one of his hands in mine and drew the first finger into my mouth, sucking and licking at it before releasing and nipping the tip. "A pair of gloves? I can do such a thing easily; I know your hands better than my own, as well as the things they do to me, the reactions they cause. As well as I know the smell of your skin, the feel of you within me, the sound of your screams, the beating of your heart."
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Post by Talenon Shahrizai on Jul 13, 2006 9:44:29 GMT -5
I gave a rough chuckle that turned into a gasp as she bit me. “I think you’ve already infected me. I’ve always been your beast. I’d never be too afraid to venture after you into the darkness.”
I sprawled out next to her on the bed and, drawing my hand away from her biting mouth, ran a fingernail down the line of her body, hard enough to lead a fading red line upon the pale skin to mark my passing but nothing more than that. “My heart beats only for you,” I murmured, casting my eyes across her loveliness with the same awe and wonder and hungry possessiveness I felt the very first time I saw her.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Jul 13, 2006 9:59:10 GMT -5
"Then we'll both be wild creatures for those nights, like the heathens in places far away, naked and roaring and growling and causing fear when people accidentally behold us. That would be fun."
At the look in his eyes I leaned into the nail that pressed against my skin and gasped with the sensations. Snaking my hands down his body I grabbed his hips, digging my nails in just slightly. "You have always been the only person I would play with. My toy, my Tal. None of the others dared to tempt you for fear of me. You are the only person I have shared with, and I won't even share you with yourself. No other Shahrizai wolf or Valerian vixen had best tempt that rule. Even if you didn't accept, I would kill them."
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Post by Talenon Shahrizai on Jul 19, 2006 9:04:17 GMT -5
“You have the oddest sense of fun,” I said, with genuine amusement. “But I’ll play all your games.”
I rolled with her across the bed, pulling her down on top of me, my hands sliding tenderly up the delicate curve of her spine and then down from the shoulder blades in a swift, harsh motion that came close to splitting the skin beneath my ragged nails.
Looking up at her, my expression grew serious. “I’d kill myself rather than betray you,” I said. “My pleasure, my pain, everything in-between … it begins and ends and lives and thrives in you, and only you.”
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Jul 19, 2006 9:23:19 GMT -5
"No more odd than most would think of finding the beauty in Bois de Millefleurs," I said back with just as much amusement, before a gasp of pleasure-pain stifled whatever else I had been about to say. Writhing against him slightly I managed one of my small, mostly-mad smiles as I moved my hand to dig my nails slightly into his hips, allowing to me to move against him completely, my body responding to continue the sensations that had begun to run through me in waves.
With a quick motion I threw my hair back and then nipped at his earlobe, releasing to whisper, "There is nothing between pleasure and pain; everything is simply different degrees of both. The question is all about intention- that is what separates us from these crude City-folk. Which extreme will you strive for today?" Arching my back I pressed my skin more firmly against his nails and their sharpness.
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Post by Talenon Shahrizai on Jul 21, 2006 11:11:15 GMT -5
"Oh but that is true beauty," I said, "the beauty of the wild woods, and the deep darkness, and the biting thorns and the whipping branches of the trees. Not this soft and artificial world.”
I gazed up at her, glorifying in her. Her hair was as wild as dark snakes around her and her eyes blazed like fire as she arched into my nails, her body carved like an ivory bow. I seized her wrists with a blood-slick hand, pulling them tightly behind her body and holding them there against the small of her back.
“You’re right, my love. Pain and pleasure … they’re the same beast.”
I rose up a little off the bed and lightly touched my lips to her breast, following the kiss with the harsh pressure of my teeth.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Jul 21, 2006 11:29:09 GMT -5
With a sigh and a smile I sank into the feeling of his hands, firm and tight on my wrists, as my body leaned into her mouth with the brush of his lips, only to gasp and whimper, writhing under the sensation of his teeth. With my hands so bound I couldn't retaliate and I struggled against it, his head too far down on my chest to give his neck or shoulder the attentions of my own teeth. "Once I get free I'm going to make you scream," I promised with a soft voice, eyes flashing with a myriad of emotions.
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Post by Talenon Shahrizai on Jul 25, 2006 6:51:04 GMT -5
I shivered at the threat and the promise in her voice. Fear uncoiled within me like a sleeping snake, and it made my blood burn and my heart quicken. Above me, her eyes were all a-glitter with a mixture of things I could not interpret … helpless fury, possibly, the inclination to yield, the will to struggle.
“Then I’ll have to make sure you don’t get free for a long, long time,” I said, my voice oddly husky, “and far too spent to retaliate in kind.”
I threw her roughly clear of my body onto the bed, one hand still pinning her wrists together. I was probably bruising her but the thought of dark shadows on her pale skin only excited me more. I threw a leg over hers to hold her down and, with my free hand, groped on the floor by the bed, seeking something to immobilise her. My grasping fingers closed upon a black and gold sash … that would do.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Jul 25, 2006 7:54:36 GMT -5
"Too spent for revenge? Is that even possible?" I asked with a low laugh as I struggled to free myself- not so much because I wanted to be free but because I knew he wouldn't be satisfied with only a token show of the want for freedom. My wrists ached from his grip and the wrenching of them from his toss; now, he was most likely trying to find something to bind me. His eyes lit up and I knew he had found something and I renewed my struggles, his strength and weight greater than my own and I knew it, unable to break free. Still, the experience was causing my heart to race and my blood to hunger for him. "That will work for my hands, but what about my teeth?" I asked a little breathlessly.
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Post by Talenon Shahrizai on Jul 25, 2006 9:41:07 GMT -5
I wrapped the Shahrizai sash around her wrists, binding them together. For true security I should have tied them to something else – the bed perhaps – but there is little pleasure in true security. At least, not the sort of pleasure my heritage understands. And, in truth, I adored her struggles … the way her body writhed helplessly under mine and the pressure of her skin fighting mine.
I was breathing hard, not because of the effort it took to subdue her but because my heart was pounding in time to the wingbeats in my head. I knelt across her, careful not crush her with my weight, and lent in to kiss her.
“I’m not afraid of your teeth,” I whispered, pressing my mouth to hers. I reached behind me and slipped a hand between her thighs, thrusting a finger deep inside her.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Jul 25, 2006 9:56:50 GMT -5
With a cry of pleasure I thrust my hips to meet his hand, my teeth nibbling his lower lip as I writhed and struggled, fighting the knot that bound my hands together against my back in my desperation to touch and mark him, my own body working against my mind as sensation ran through me and my blood burned in my veins. He was the only one I loved and trusted, but still a thrill of fear ran through me- he did, after all, have a tendency to snap if pushed to extremes. Still, that only make the situation more wonderful and my blood burn brighter. "You have me pinned and at your mercy and choose to diddle me with your fingers?" I teased through my gasps and moans, skin sliding against his.
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Post by Talenon Shahrizai on Jul 25, 2006 11:07:32 GMT -5
I gave a low chuckle at that. I knew she was trying to enrage me but and I also knew that eventually she would succeed. But for the moment I was absolutely in control and I intended to keep it that way for as long as my blood and my passion allowed. But by Elua she was glorious. Her mockery and the savagery blazing in her eyes sent a strange sort of tenderness sliding through me.
“Yes,” I said, smiling down at her, “that’s what it means to have you at my mercy. My choice. And, for now, I choose this. Until you can own moan and squirm. And them my choice again.”
I caught at her lips with my teeth, biting down on the lower one, as my fingers slid in and out of her, my thumb brushing lightly across her pearl.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Jul 25, 2006 11:17:26 GMT -5
Moaning at the sensations, caught between the dual feelings of his hand on me and his teeth in my lip, I managed to slur out amidst the waves of pleasure, "Well, at least you're good with your hands," as I moved my wrists together, trying to learn the boundaries of the knot that held my wrists so firmly- he didn't have a particular favorite, which meant that learning how to slip free in every situation cost me extra time. With a low growl of mixed bliss and frustration I snarled and pressed my hips back against his hand, grinding against the movement of his fingers.
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Post by Talenon Shahrizai on Jul 25, 2006 17:18:34 GMT -5
“I’m good with other things too,” I said, breaking our blood-tinted kiss.
I could feel her hips bucking under me but I kept my touch light and fleeting. I had known her long enough to be intimately familiar with her limits and her edges, and when she was close to climax, and when her control would waver, and when it would snap entirely. I wasn’t ready to push her over the edge of pleasure yet, and I noticed she still had sense enough left to her to wrestle with my knots.
I was aching for her and the way her body moved like a storm-tossed wave beneath me wasn’t helping my concentration any. I growled against her lips. This was a beautiful torment for both of us.
I reached out towards the nearby table. There was an ornate box that always rested there; a birthday present from Sirena that never left my side. To the untrained eye it looked just like a carved box but there was a hidden catch and inside, nestled on black velvet, a set of exquisite flechettes in onyx and gold. I opened the box with the effortless ease of instinct and caught up the most delicate, and deadly, of the blades.
“I see you’re doing your best to slip your bonds,” I said, allowing the blade to glitter in the light. “Perhaps this will encourage your compliance. I should hate my hand to slip.”
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Jul 25, 2006 17:37:03 GMT -5
Snarling at the indignity of the situation I struggled more forcefully- until I saw the glimmer of steel, which caused me to stop abruptly and hold back a tremor of fear. Once, he had threatened my life with a blade, cutting so deeply that I would have had a scar if not for my fast-healing skin. Ever since, I had learned to respect and fear flechettes as much as I loved him for scaring me with them. My eyes promised quick retribution once I did actually get free, but I stayed completely motionless, not even my hips continuing to move against his hand. "Do it, if you dare," I gasped, mostly in a show of bravado to cover my fear, my head rolling to the side with pleasure that I knew he was purposely keeping from being all-encompassing. "I won't move."
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Post by Talenon Shahrizai on Aug 3, 2006 7:36:55 GMT -5
“I dare,” I murmured. “Oh I dare.” I span the blade expertly in my hand, bring the point to rest between her breasts, my other hand still buried between her legs, thumb idly caressing her pearl. Very very slowly, I drew the blade downwards, not yet breaking the skin but leaving in my wake a pale line that rapidly began to redden. I circled her breast, as my thumb circled her pearl, pressing just a little harder now so that the lines parted like gasping lips.
I darted my tongue against the creeping drops of blood that began to make their way down her body.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 3, 2006 7:51:06 GMT -5
Muscles tensing as I fought to keep still I gasped and cried out against the pain, letting it melt into the pleasure of his tongue and his hand hovering over that sensitive piece of skin at my center. More than the blade I was tormented by the fact of being unable to move even as I was delighted by it. My eyes were crackling with the conflict as they caught his. Blood was starting to scab on his wrists and the memory of causing those wounds- well, in reality, his causing them- made my blood race even more quickly. "Tal.." I whispered hoarsely. "Please."
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Post by Talenon Shahrizai on Aug 8, 2006 8:04:16 GMT -5
It is a strange dichotomy this, and one I usually try not to think about. Adoration seemed to well up within me as the blood welled from the marks I left upon her flesh, and the ferocity of the emotion was enough to steal the breath from my lips. Perhaps in others this love makes them tender … but not in me. Neither my blood nor my nature will allow it. It makes me want to hurt her. It makes me want to hurt her so badly that I’m almost afraid to let myself.
I slid the blade across her skin, through the flowing blood, to press against her heart.
“By Kushiel, I love you,” I said, the words coming out in little better than a growl. “Please what … what is it you want?”
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Aug 8, 2006 8:38:28 GMT -5
The flashing of his eyes caused me to shudder and whimper, eyes glazed in desire and fear. "By Kushiel, I love you as well," I managed to say faintly, blood and pain evident in my tone. "I know what your blood desires- please do all of it, everything you have the will to do." My chest arched slightly toward the blade, letting it pierce slightly deeper into my skin as I cried out in pain of it. "If I must ever look at you and see less love there than you hold for me now, kill me in this moment so I never have to feel that pain. Show me you love me by letting your blood sing."
Pleasure was beginning to course through me more readily and I gave a throaty moan. "I would surely do the same for you, after all." I was almost beyond thinking, simply existing in the moment and afraid at that- I would need all of my wits to cope with whatever he put me through, so I could regain control and turn the tables.
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