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Post by Prince Christien de la Courcel on Apr 19, 2006 7:35:41 GMT -5
The mixture of her movements above me and her nails in my shoulder caused me to moan and growl against her breast as my own nails dug into her back. My need for contact and for complete control were working at odds, but the sting of my back cleared my mind.
Quickly scoring her back with my nails as she had mine I twisted my hips, using my force and momentum to bear her to the ground, her newly scored wounds hitting the ground and knocking her breath from her for a moment so I could move my hands to her hips. As I heard her indrawn breath I slowly dug my nails into her hips as I thrust into her with speed and force, using my triumph at being in control once again to deaden the pleasure I was feeling. I could still win. She would scream beneath me and her burning rage and pleasure together would be my victory.
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Post by Dominique nó Mandrake (D) on Apr 19, 2006 10:58:07 GMT -5
I could no longer distinguish the difference between my cries of pain and those of pleasure. It was all buried, deep beneath the need wrest all power from him. Grabbing hold of him by the roots of his hair, I dragged his lips up to mine, as my hips rocked and twisted beneath him in every Adept trick I could think of. No angry boy, new to the bed, would beat a servant of Naamah at her own game.
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Post by Prince Christien de la Courcel on Apr 19, 2006 11:12:01 GMT -5
Growling, I could feel my control starting to slip as she moved beneath me and fought with the sensations, grabbing on to whatever thought I could to hold myself back from that precipice of pleasure and pblivion.
In a sudden flash of insight I used my hands on her hips to pin her to the ground, holding her lower body immobile as I moved within her and my tongue caressed hers. There was no use playing if one didn't want to win and I wanted to desperately- to prove to her, the world, even myself, that I could do something well. Even if it was violence and passion- at least I could do it.
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Post by Dominique nó Mandrake (D) on Apr 19, 2006 11:27:28 GMT -5
I snarled against the kiss in frustration as I fought against his hold on my hips. But I quickly found advantage in his new hold, despite the distraction his thrust were beginning to drive me to. I sat up, using my free hands and upper body to leverage us both upwards. Bending at the waist above where his hands held me still.
I straddled his lap, and without the floor pressed against my tail, I had a much grater range of motions open to me, a range which I took full advantage of. Perched as I was, he had to crane his head back, and I tilt down my chin down, to maintain the kiss. A choice I tool from him with a sharp pull at the hair on the back of his head.
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Post by Prince Christien de la Courcel on Apr 19, 2006 11:38:48 GMT -5
With a roar of the mingled pleasure-pain that was starting to color the world- her especially- in a shower of sparks I grabbed her hair with one hand as I used my weight to force her back against the ground, pulling her hair back in the same motion though not hard enough to have her head hit the floor again- I was too distracted by her movements.
She fell with her legs bent and I pressed her knees against her chest and then pressed my own chest against her legs to hold them immobile as I moved within her .
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Post by Dominique nó Mandrake (D) on Apr 19, 2006 11:56:56 GMT -5
I screamed internally at the advantage his size was giving him as my arm pulled him down on top of me. Each burst of pain reminded me I wanted to win. Each burst of pleasure reminded me why. My hands hit the floor beside my hips and I pushed and thrust hard up against him, unsettling him atop me just enough for me to roll us.
I couldn’t do it again, I knew that beneath the burning rage that roared I’d win at all costs. Each time he pinned me he did it a little bit better, his hold got a little bit stronger. If he pinned me again I’d stay pinned. I could still win on the bottom, it wasn’t even close to impossible. But I wanted to watch him writhe beneath me.
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Post by Prince Christien de la Courcel on Apr 19, 2006 12:15:56 GMT -5
The rage was starting to become secondary to the pleasure moving though me, though my nails still dug into whichever parts of her flesh I could reach, holding her to me with as much force as I could as I moved my hips, thrusting in and out of her with as much speed and force as I could muster, wanting to hear her cry out in release and know that she had me- the spoiled boy- to thank for it. She was getting some pleasure from this, I could tell in some ephemeral sense- now it was all focusing to do what had brought those reactions about before.
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Post by Dominique nó Mandrake (D) on Apr 19, 2006 12:29:36 GMT -5
It was too much.
His rage seemed too still him, he used it to control himself. Mine boiled my blood, it made everything a little bit more potent. I cried out as he struck my core, my body wracked by waves of pleasure that drowned everything else out. My nails dug into his chest beneath me as my spine arched and my nerves burned.
It was in the moment right before it ended that a thought occurred to me. I sagged for a moment as the fire dissipated leaving a prickle in it’s wake. And then I stood and walked away. I righted the chaise and slipped into the silky under-shift I’d discarded nearby and collapsed onto the seat with a calm, self satisfied smirk.
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Post by Prince Christien de la Courcel on Apr 19, 2006 12:41:43 GMT -5
I shock, I realized I'd made a grave miscalculation- I hadn't been paying attention to the rules. A number of responses to this indignity pulsed through my mind, but all of them were lacking in dignity- and besides, I think a few of them may have caused her to kill me.
Lacking anything better running though my head I lay there for a moment catching my breath, then stood, wincing a little at the multitude of wounds on my flesh as I went to my clothing, kicking her gown out of the way.
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Post by Dominique nó Mandrake (D) on Apr 19, 2006 12:48:43 GMT -5
My smile intensified a mite as I saw him absorb what had just happened. He kicked my gown like a child in a temper and I sighed happily, I wouldn’t don it anyway, not in this state. It may have been red but I wouldn’t stain it with blood. I stretched languorously, successfully keeping any twinge of pain from showing on my face as I disturbed my wounded flesh. I just watched him dress through thick lashes on my hooded eyes.
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Post by Prince Christien de la Courcel on Apr 19, 2006 13:10:47 GMT -5
Nonchalant mask now on I walked to a chair and sat, my eyes languid as a calm blue sky though inside I was somewhat indignant at the ending of that little 'contest'. Still, at least now I knew I could make her climax as well, even if she did most of the work herself.
Running a hand through my hair to unclump it from where some blood had held the strands together, I asked noncomittally, "Have you heard anything of Theodor de Morhban's habits within the Night Court?" After all, there was still work to be done.
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Post by Dominique nó Mandrake (D) on Apr 19, 2006 13:34:06 GMT -5
I smiled at the mask. Having seen him without them, I could see them easily now. I crimped my curls, feeling them crunch with quickly drying blood. It was strange to know that some of that blood was mine.
Tucking my knees up under me I considered his question for a moment. “Lord de Morhban,” I drawled, “Does not frequent this House. He has no interest in lessons. But,” I added with a shrug, “He’s been a fairly regular patron of Valerian House in the past. I imagine you could find some answers your next trip there.”
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Post by Prince Christien de la Courcel on Apr 19, 2006 13:41:12 GMT -5
Thinking a bit, I nodded. "Good to know, thank you," I said with my gracious smile that meant I was expecting nothing else. Because she was in the game as well I added, "He has declared a Comtesse Amelie d'Essoms his consort and scorned Coretta in public at the same time."
Walking over to her, I chucked her under the chin. "If you hear any more about that couple, would you please tell me, precious?"
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Post by Dominique nó Mandrake (D) on Apr 19, 2006 13:47:15 GMT -5
I smiled up at him serenely, “Certainly, my Lord.” I said meekly, wondering just how vindictive this boy could be.
“You know,” I went on speculatively, “’Precious’ is not a title one hears often in a life like mine.” I tilted my face up towards him, licking my lips so they shone, “I think I like it.” I breathed.
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Post by Prince Christien de la Courcel on Apr 19, 2006 13:54:39 GMT -5
She was being meek and blatently seductive- this must be an act. Pushing some of her hair back behind her ear I said good-humoredly, "I thought you could get anyone to call you any title you wanted- though I'm glad to hear you like it," I added with just a hint of my true nature shining though my eyes and into hers.
Once her hair was behind her ear I slowly leaned down, placing a barely-there kiss on her cheek, so faint that the breath that touched probably seemed firmer and more substatial.
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Post by Dominique nó Mandrake (D) on Apr 19, 2006 14:03:28 GMT -5
I breathed deep as he leaned in close to me. He smelled like sex and blood, and I wondered that I couldn’t remember what he’d smelled like before. “And right now,” I purred, “I want you to call me ‘precious’. See, how well that worked out.”
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Post by Prince Christien de la Courcel on Apr 19, 2006 14:07:51 GMT -5
My pulse was beginning to burn though me again and I stifled it- this was only a game and most likely she was doing this only to rebuff me in the end. Still, I wanted to see if I could get her a little rowdy as well. "Yes precious, that is very convenient," I agreed, moving my lips to barely brush her neck. "I guess I must be a mind reader, to know what you order before it even leaves your lips, precious."
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Post by Dominique nó Mandrake (D) on Apr 19, 2006 14:15:16 GMT -5
My skin burned where his lips touched me, flares left tender from the fire storm that had just passed. I leaned into him a little, touching my check to his, savouring the feel of his skin against mine. “I hope not, or I fear I may lose you to the charms of Gentian.” I stood then, drawing him upright against my shoulder.
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Post by Prince Christien de la Courcel on Apr 19, 2006 14:24:17 GMT -5
Her skin still smelled of passion, rage and blood and it was somewhat intoxicating as I stood along her body, having felt her cheek rub mine. Running a hand softly up her arm and moving my lips along her shoulder I said, "I seriously doubt I'd go to the house of card-players and palm-readers, precious- I know what's in store for me. Sabrina is being crowned Queen."
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Post by Dominique nó Mandrake (D) on Apr 19, 2006 14:35:41 GMT -5
My eyes flew open at that last little tidbit, and I very consciously kept my body soft against Christien. The King was awake, everyone knew that. But he was passing the crown? I wondered how long it would be before the official announcement, it had to be fairly new information not to have already been chewed up by the Night Court’s very impressive rumour mill. Pillow talk is after all a gold mine.
I petted his hair a little absentmindedly, “Well then perhaps you should ask after results for the horse races. Though I’d trust Bryony’s papers over a flip of the card any day.”
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Post by Prince Christien de la Courcel on Apr 19, 2006 14:45:45 GMT -5
I could almost feel her absorb the information and lock it away, becoming lax with it and letting it roll through her mind. In a flash I had the skin where shoulder joins neck in my teeth, biting firmly and quickly before releasing it and whispering, "Don't let that circulate too far, precious; it'll ruin the suprise."
Unknowing why I touched my tongue to one of the bites on her neck, tasting her blood briefly before moving my lips to the spot and pressing a light kiss there.
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Post by Dominique nó Mandrake (D) on Apr 19, 2006 15:02:01 GMT -5
I cried out and sunk my nails convulsively into his upper arms as he bit down on the already torn flesh. “Why would I tell any one about Bryony? It would only skew the odds.” I said with a cunning smile and a quirked eyebrow. “Besides,” I added plaintively, “Don’t you think you can trust me to bite my own tongue?”
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Post by Prince Christien de la Courcel on Apr 19, 2006 15:19:50 GMT -5
"I think I can trust you to be exactly who you are," I said, running my fingertips over the other side of her neck. My other hand went to caress her nipple through the shift, barely brushing it and causing it to become hard. "Other than that, I trust you no further than I can throw you, no offense, precious."
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Post by Dominique nó Mandrake (D) on Apr 19, 2006 16:25:33 GMT -5
“A strapping lad like you could throw me pretty far, don’t you think?” I wiggled teasingly in his arms, doing to his phallus what he’d done to my nipple, in a twisted mirror. I spun in his arms until he stood behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and dragged him over to where my slippers lay in a pile with a few of my other discarded things.
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Post by Prince Christien de la Courcel on Apr 19, 2006 16:32:32 GMT -5
This was an almost absurd situation- two dominant people tormenting each other by trying to excitte each other senses. Still, I wasn't one to complain at the moment. As she walked I rubbed my hand absently over her inner thigh, 'accidentally' caressing the mound of her heat with my hand as I was pulled grudgingly along for the ride. "But how could I throw you when you cling to me so sweetly?" I asked charmingly as my hand brushed her pubis again.
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Post by Dominique nó Mandrake (D) on Apr 19, 2006 16:42:28 GMT -5
A chill ran strait up my spine as his hand rubbed up against me. In retaliation I stooped to retrieve my shoes, running the full length of my torso silkily over his groin. “You’ll just have to show a bit of conviction.” I said, then stood, performing the same stroke in reverse. “A bit of fortitude in the face of adversity.” I turned back to face him, lips parted ever so slightly , as I cocked each knee in turn to slide my shoes back on.
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Post by Prince Christien de la Courcel on Apr 19, 2006 16:52:19 GMT -5
Biting back a low growl I ran my hand along her inner thigh until she turned to me, lips slightly opened and I cupped a hand around the heat of her, my other hand bringing her up against the length of my body. "Or maybe," I said in a slightly deeper growl, "It just requires a certain grip."
At that statement ran my hand back and forth, rubbing her pearl over her shift as I brought my lips almost close enough to touch hers.
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Post by Dominique nó Mandrake (D) on Apr 19, 2006 17:11:12 GMT -5
My eyelids fluttered as he stroked me, more for effect than from the attentions being paid, not to say that is wasn’t enjoyable. “Maybe you should get a grip on yourself.” I purred against his lips as I slid two fingers down the front of his breeches, with my knuckles pressed against his abdomen.
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Post by Prince Christien de la Courcel on Apr 19, 2006 17:24:34 GMT -5
The control I had over myself was slipping even as I knew she was toying with me and it re-ignited some of the rage I had buried, my eyes sparking like tinder. "Oh come now, precious," I said in a cajoling voice that was obviously insincere as my thumb found her pearl and rubbed it gentlyas my hand on her back slowly began to pull up the slip she wore, wrinkling it in my hands an inch at a time.
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Post by Dominique nó Mandrake (D) on Apr 19, 2006 18:42:37 GMT -5
Not again, not this soon. It would undermine me. And even though I wanted to tear his clothes off of my own free will, I was worried he’d see it as having convinced me. The game had barely begun. I pressed my forehead against his and with drew my fingers from his waist band.
I placed my palm over his breastbone firmly holding him back and my other arm snaked round behind to stay his tugging fingers. With a vulpine smile and the pressure of a single nail against his chest I crooned, “Come back and see me soon?”
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