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Edreina wants a lesson in Hypnotism, but magic isn't given freely.

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Behind Those Eyes

Postby Matthew on May 8th, 2014, 10:19 pm

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Matthew winced for a brief moment, feeling something throb behind his eyes. For the slightest of seconds the vision shimmered around them, then quickly resolidified. The fact that he had put Edreina in a trance was certainly helping with the Djed drain, but maintaining such a technique for this long was still causing him to approach an overgiving threshold. He had already touched at it once or twice during this lesson. He couldn't do it again. He wouldn't be able to hold it all together for much longer, but what other choice did he have? He didn't want to experience the full effects of the drug. He knew though, in the back of his mind, that it was foolish of him. He could not risk damage to his body out of simple fear. He would hold the hallucination for as long as he could, but would drop it the minute that his Djed reserves dropped into dangerous territory.

He was distracted from his thoughts by the look on Edreina's face. What was she so interested it? He felt a throbbing heat both in his stomach and between his legs, but curiosity won over as he glanced in the direction she was staring in. Sex was sex. There were a variety of ways to do it, but it was all the same thing. He knew the look in her eye though, it was one of the very few things he could empathize with. She was curious. Had she perhaps never seen some of these things before? On a different day, he would have been happy to explain. He was bending her body like that to get the right upwards angle required, and his hand was holding her hair like that because it kept her body bent at just the right curve. It was all about the angle, that particular position. A subtle change, but a very important one. There there was the group over there, manhandling the Svefra into a position that he hadn't even known she was capable of. How very flexible. He wondered if he was able to bend like that.

But he was getting distracted.

Become the only god she will ever truly worship.

A dominant voice whispered, one of his own Lusts smiling at him. The drug was reaching an apex.

No, let her be the only god you will ever cry out for.

It was a submissive voice this time, but Matthew avoided looking for the source. He drew a ragged breath and blinked multiple times, trying to clear the foggy haze of lust in his mind. His hand tightened on hers, nails digging into her palm for a brief second. He used the touch as an anchor, and also desperately clung to some of the logics that rattled around in his mind. He had studied how to hold a hand, once upon a time. It was a science too. There were guidelines, rules. He recited them in his head, focusing on her lips to help him remember. No, that made no sense. Focus on her eyes.

The Harlot realized she was speaking, remembering that he had asked her to. He refocused, centered himself on the words that were coming from her mouth. He was not put off by the thrashing pulsating bodies around them, nor the fact that he was materializing all of this in the form of an orgy hallucination. Sex was sex, no matter if it was a couple of a crowd. He nodded distantly at her words, noting that she had gotten a bit of it wrong but understanding why she had. At her final question, he blinked at her as if the answer was an obvious one. "If I was a manipulator looking to render you helpless, I would ideally do it in a way you would never expect. Your sexuality is something you readily accept and indulge in, which I consider a positive trait. However, that led me to believe that you would not notice the effects of the drug until too late. You would consider them to be a natural reaction to my allures. You would be betrayed by your body before you even knew that it had turned against you."

His Djed dipped, and he instantly let go of the hallucination and brought them back to the real world. The sudden shock would hopefully knock her out of her trance, but her state was selfishly quite low on his list of priorities. Now that his way of coping with the drug had been shattered, he had nothing. He barely even realized that he was leaning forward to hungrily and passionately kiss her, only catching himself midway. He let out a growl of frustration, absolutely hating the feeling. The drug pulsed through him, making him feel like sex was an immediate and important need. The Harlot scrambled backwards on the wooden floor, eyes locked on her with a mixture of frustration and lust, putting his back to the wall and drawing his knees to his chest. He looked the part of a little boy for a moment, the usually composed prostitute anything but composed in the moment.

Matthew came to the same conclusion she did, deciding that thought and talk was the best form of distraction. If the drug was this intense, it had to be at the peak. It would start to die off soon, he somewhat desperately assumed. He reached out for a topic, randomly choosing one that was somewhat appropriate to their situation. "Tell me about Yahal. Who is he? What is he? Why do you worship him?"
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Behind Those Eyes

Postby Edreina on May 22nd, 2014, 12:11 am

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"If I was a manipulator looking to render you helpless, I would ideally do it in a way you would never expect. Your sexuality is something you readily accept and indulge in, which I consider a positive trait. However, that led me to believe that you would not notice the effects of the drug until too late. You would consider them to be a natural reaction to my allures. You would be betrayed by your body before you even knew that it had turned against you."

Edreina nodded slowly, hands trembling in his. It made so much sense, and gave the Svefra a greater understanding of what it was to think like a hypnotist. There was only a small amount that the hypnotist had to do, if they were smart. To be better at this skill set, Edreina would have to endeavor to become better acquainted with the base motives and very nature of humans. A simple concept, but one she was sure would take years to even begin to master, a lifetime to perfect.

When the hallucination was torn away and reality shredded away all misconceived notions of self control, all of the forms of Lust that had been writhing about her suddenly snapped back into her body with the ferocity and heat of-

Some sound between a groan and a moan slipped from between Edreina's lips and her head dipped as she became more aware of her physical body and the so very demanding aches that plagued it. Everything tingled; even the calloused skin of her palms was alive with pleasure. Each movement sent an arc of pressure through the region just below her navel, added a weight to the rope that was holding her suspended over a pool of pleasure.

She felt his breath wash over her face and his growl resonate within her, tempting and taunting her. For once, the redhead saw him unhinged, and as more than a harlot. Deep down, he was still a man.

Deep down, Edreina was but a woman.

Her flesh ached and wept for him, trembling at the sight of him so close as if it could move of its own accord and draw him near.

Thankfully, he had the restraint to pull away.

Breath formerly held captive was released and the redhead moved back, closer to the bed and further from him. The pressure of the frame against her lower back sent images and sensations sprinting through her mind and, before she could stop herself, Edreina found her lip between her teeth and her eyes once again upon Matthew. She saw his lips moving and that was all; their motion mesmerized and captivated her.

Instead of the harlot's voice, there were whispers in her ear, buzzing and growling, conjuring images of the couples in the orgy she had seen earlier. Possessed and lost to them for a moment, her muscles tensed and she lurched forward infinitesimally. Her lips were taught about her faintly bared teeth, blue eyes wild; glittering strands of copper hair trembled with the force it took to restrain herself; each breath was harsh and hitched.

She needed him.

In reality, she did not want him. They were friends and she was tied - in the ridiculous way land-striders inexplicably preferred - to Razkar. But, her body needed him. Pale fingers did their best to find purchase on the rough hewn floor boards, as if the strength of each finger could help to hold her riotous body in place. "Matthew..." The word was drug from her lips, caught between a pained groan and a moan of longing.

There was fear in her eyes, alongside lust.
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Behind Those Eyes

Postby Matthew on May 22nd, 2014, 2:43 am

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Blue hues flickered at her, switching between a variety of overwhelming sensations in the blink of an eye. The very technique that he had just showed her was painfully useless now, his inner island all but completely overwhelmed. He had abandoned it, retreating to the only place he had left, the innermost library of all his combined knowledge. He ran among the shelves for the first time, not moving at the slow but steady pace he normally perused the shelves with. No, his movements were frantic this time, his feet blurring in a near-sprint. He pulled books from their resting place and hurriedly shuffled through their contents, desperate to find something that could help him now that he was back to a corner. He had so much knowledge, knowledge on seduction and intelligence, knowledge on magic and medicine. Edreina's words came back to haunt him, her ideals now thrown in his face. He was now facing an evolution of his lust and he had nothing to fight back with. Books were thrown on the floor in frustration, something else cracking inside the Harlot. He let out a scream deep within his own mind, overcome by fury and frustration. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't control it!

He stared at her with all sorts of alarms ringing in his mind, noting that her vision was blurred. Words from his mental collection of tomes sprang at him, automatically noticing all the different signs of lust and want. The bite of the lip, the labored breath, the subtle arches of her back and the way she lurched forward. He knew how to handle each and every one, he knew what he could do to drive her even further into the pit of erotic eagerness that she was sinking into. Her lip was ripe for the tasting, her body ready for a more skilled touch than she had ever experienced. His professional persona took note of the signs and immediately offered all sorts of appropriate reactions, none of which included the way that he was crawling towards her.

No.

The Harlot froze, muscles tight and flexed, body poised like a crouching lion ready to pounce. Warmth flooded his veins and his arousal throbbed, struggling against the clothing that contained it. A single bead of sweat fell from his forehead, achingly slow in its descent. He didn't remember any of this. He didn't remember moving halfway across the floor. He didn't remember becoming so erect that pleasure had suddenly started to mix with a deep painful longing.

Why does it terrify you so much? It is okay to want. It is natural. You know it is natural.


Matthew shouted again, throwing a tome at the wall of his inner mind, drowning out the voice of his lust empowered by a mere drug. He fought fear with fury, hurling book after book at the wall as if the lust had materialized there. His lust laughed at him, mocked him, then invited him to indulge. He refused with a great shout, determined to fight and succeed on willpower alone. He threw book after book, all of his precious knowledge used to keep the monster at bay. He would perservere.

The Harlot found that his hand was now wrapped in her copper hair, tugging her head to force her eyes upon him, his quivering frame having somehow risen to his knees. He was all too aware of the risks. He did not understand them, did not see the significance of stepping across the platonic lines that friends drew, but he knew that it was ill-advised. It didn't really matter what he knew, though. Only one thing mattered.

Edreina would have a chance to stop Matthew, if she was able. He was mindless, and the shift in his eyes had been visible. He had lost himself multiple times while crawling toward her, had looked to be in a blissful daze when rising to his knees. His hand going toward her hair would have been a slow reach, and would have paused a moment to drag nails across her cheek before moving to grab a hold. Even the demanding tug, the unspoken command to look him in his wild eyes would still be a place where he had not quite crossed the line. Soon though, if she didn't stop him or only encouraged him, Matthew would mindlessly bound across invisible boundaries that had long since been placed.

The next tug of her hair would be forceful, personal comfort tossed aside for the simple drive to satisfy them both. She would be yanked, her body connecting with his and then dragged sensually up it, muscle flattening curves as they travelled across the other. His hand in her hair would skillfully angle her, his eyes would remain locked. Another hand would find her hip, fingertips digging in as he attempted to yank her closer, demanding that she be closer even if it was not at all possible. Nails scratched and grazed, the hand nearly shifting to take a greedy grab of her rear. Then, all in the expanse of mere seconds, skill now combined with passionate fervor, Matthew would slam his lips upon her own. His tongue shared the mercilessness, pushing down with demanding craving consuming hunger. A ragged moan of her name would rip through his lips as the utter satisfaction of finally giving in crashed through his sensations.

The moment of satisfaction caused the lust to be at least a little sated for just a split second, Matthew taking complete and total advantage of that moment. He ripped from her lips with a ragged growl, blue eyes sharpening through the haze of carnal desires. He lurched backwards, instantly creating a new back-up plan. He could prevent himself from going further. If a kiss was all it took, he could kiss. They had kissed before. It had been very different, but it was still just a physical touch. He growled again, lips aching from the force with which he had kissed her, the tiniest bit of drool dripping down the corner of his mouth as he struggled. "Pray. Pray to your god, Edreina." He demanded this from her, knowing that if she gave in then he would soon be lost to the drug as well.


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Behind Those Eyes

Postby Edreina on June 15th, 2014, 9:09 pm

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So lost to the sensation of touch was Edreina that she did not notice her lack of sight until Matthew tugged at her hair, causing her eyes to snap open reflexively. She had felt him approach, the way his ragged breath jostled the finer hairs on her arms, the warmth that ebbed and flowed between them, pace becoming more frantic as she felt him nearer. The redhead had even gasped in a breath as his nails ran exquisitely over her cheekbones, urging on that longstanding desire to mix pleasure and pain together in the heat of the moment. The air chilled her moist lips as it rushed between them, and fanned the flame in her chest.

Two women clashed in the Svefra's mind. One still embraced tradition, urging Edreina to seek pleasure whenever and however it was offered. The other vehemently held to a promise made to Razkar in the heat of the moment, refusing to receive pleasure from any but him. So desperate was the first woman that she started seeking any means of rationalizing allowing Matthew to take it a step further.

What Razkar did not know would not hurt him.

Matthew was just a harlot. She would learn something from the experience to take back to Razkar.

Perhaps this drug would be like Winter Sickness; the surest way to work it from your system quickly was to sweat profusely. She did feel a bit feverish.

Who was she to deny her nature?

Razkar sparred people other than her, and that brought him pleasure. She could claim the same... That she was just... practicing?


The longer she tried to bring reason to the drug's illogical tampering, the stronger its effect became until she knew she could take no more. I was indulge or suffer the torture of feeling unsatisfied for however this drug would last. She never had been one to deal well with any sort of discomfort, let alone torture.

The first tug of her hair had woken Edreina, in a sense. In a way, she woke from daydreams and being lost to her thoughts and musings and was able to flow with each tick as it came and went. When their eyes met, there were no more thoughts of future troubles or past vows, only present pleasure. Matthew's eyes, normally so icy and distanced, boiled and rolled beneath the surface like a tumultuous ocean seen through murky glass. The primal power and fury of a storm was there, just waiting to burst forth. The Svefra in Edreina howled her victory deep within the recesses of the redhead's mind.

Another tug of her hair, and truly Edreina was lost. Their eyes were locked, but she did not see anything other than blue. The rest of her mind was utterly devoted to the sensations that assaulted her body. In a tick she went from sitting to upon her knees, deaf ears made out the satisfying scuffle of leather across smoothed wood. The hair pulled acted as a puppeteer's strings and her hand snapped up to catch hold of his thick, wavy hair; nimble fingers knotted in the tresses to pull him closer even as he did the same. Her body curved to fit his. Soft and supple flesh met against the honed iron that was Matthew the Harlot.

No... Matthew the Harlot was long gone, trapped deep within the body before her. This was Matthew, the man.

A woman that never did less than at least pretend to fight for dominance was as submissive and malleable as wet sands in his skilled hands. Edreina gasped and trembled ever so faintly as his hand gripped her hip, urging herself closer against him, so close she could feel something hot, hard, and distinctly throbbing resting against the soft depression between her hips. The sensation of it so close nearly removed what little resolve she had left.

Even in the haze of the drug, she knew she would enjoy this even more if she took her time, allowed each sensation to send ripples up her spine before the next began. In no time, they would begin to pile atop one another, slowly coalescing into wave after wave of inescapable pleasure. Perhaps some part of her desired to take it slowly only to delay facing the atrocity she was about to commit but it was drowned out by more pressing matters.

Through the leather of her pants, she could feel no more than the dull pressure of his fingertips as they wandered before finally catching firm hold of her curved backside. A sigh of pleasure passed through her nose as she unconsciously begged him to go further; her chest arched forward and a wave of motion moved through her body to finally end on her hips which rubbed so exquisitely against the front of him.

Their lips were tangled before she knew what had transpired. She did not crave nor even miss the larger, fleshier lips of her Myrian lover. There was a strength in Matthew's lips that she had never experienced, and a skill that made her dizzy all over again. She felt his tongue as it brushed over her lower lip but was too trapped in the mere sensation of kissing him to respond until it had already retreated.

Matthew's moan turned the ember beneath her navel into a raging inferno of unquenchable lust and primal desire, and was answered by one of her own. It was a high, distinctly female sound that had existed long before humans were gifted with Common tongues.

That sound was followed by a displeased whimper as he pulled away from her, even fractionally, and her body trembled with the tempo of his growl. Though he was partially sate by the kiss, Edreina needed more. More of the same, more of anything... just more. Her lips ached not from the force he had applied, but a desire for it to return. If they kissed again, she would be a far more active participant this time, teasing the tip of her tongue against his or his lips, teeth coming forth to tug gently at his lower lip when given the chance.

"Pray. Pray to your god, Edreina."

It was not Yahal's name that left her panting lips. Laviku was a world away to her mind. This was not a situation in which Cheva's name could be invoked, or even Nikali's. The gods that held dominion over the lives of so many were not in Edreina's lust-colored mind, at that moment. Only one had true power over her life and her body, in that moment. And it was his name she uttered in words as soft as breath, "Matthew..."
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Behind Those Eyes

Postby Matthew on June 18th, 2014, 8:25 pm

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Yahal. He was the one of purity, was he not? He was the one that Edreina prayed to, along with others that Matthew's fogged mind could not currently remember. He panted as he stared at Edreina, surrounded by all the books that he had furiously thrown from their shelves. His inner sanction was in complete disarray, Matthew having resorted to a temper tantrum when he had failed to combat the Lust with logic and knowledge. It was because of the damned drug, but he had thought himself to be stronger. He had thought himself to be something that was beyond primal impulse. He had always controlled it, had he not? Perhaps that was the mistake he had made. He had always controlled it, but that did not mean it wasn't there. It was merely locked away because of self-discipline and a damaged mind that processed emotion in a way vastly different from everyone else he had ever met. It was still there though and it now threatened to overwhelm him.

But he had Edreina. She was a friend, was she not? She had used the term to describe him before, hadn't she? Matthew only knew the literal definition of the word, but if forced to tell who he considered a friend, Edreina would hesitantly be added to that list. She was certainly the one of the closest things he had to such a concept. Friends would protect, would they not? They would persevere and stand strong, they would remain a pillar in times of trouble. Edreina had something he did not, she had faith and dedication, passion and courage. She had a god she could pray to in times of need, and Edreina could save him from what horrified him so.

Her full lips parted, Matthew shivering within himself, struck by how absolutely delicious they looked in the moment. He still fought back, hid from the effects of the drug, depended on what Edreina would say next. Yes, Svefra. Pray to your god.


Matthew...


Blue eyes shimmered in a moment of horror as he felt something roar in delight within him. He had been wrong. He had been so horribly wrong. He couldn't prevent a petching thing.

His pupils dilated briefly and then suddenly enlarged even further. He couldn't even see it but still sensed it somehow, the last bits of his lingering sane mind applying a label to the condition. Mydriasis, where strong sexual arousal could lead to extremely enlarged pupils. That was his last logical thought, the dying Harlot pathetically clinging to the last lifeline he had before he sank under and simply drowned. If Edreina could see the place that she had been earlier, the island within his mind... Lust had been the one to hold Matthew under, and now Matthew had finally stopped kicking.

He straightened, a smirk playing out across his lush lips, eyes burning. "That's my good girl." His voice was husky and playful, complimenting her with a tone of pride and ownership edging his words, letting his worshiper know that she had pleased him. He stepped forward slowly, body rippling with tension, movements holding an unspoken power and command. He stepped slowly because he knew she wanted him right now, and in denying that pleasure he only would cause her body to quake that much more. He wanted to lord over her, to reign, to make her realize that her continued existence only existed amid indescribable longing and need. He wanted to make it so that Edreina no longer thought she needed something as simple as air. It would be Matthew that she breathed. His hands found the waistband of his pants and he slowly tugged them down as he walked, actually putting on a show with the lessons she had given him so long ago in Syliras, hips swaying enticingly side-to-side as V-lines were exposed and then finally the thick and throbbing shaft that she had already felt push against her just ticks ago. He continued to be slow and precise in his motions, showcasing his confidence in his control over her, displaying an evolution of dominance.

If his worshiper had been so good, wouldn't a benevolent god reward her with what it was she so desperately craved? He craved it as well. He needed. There was only one thing that existed or mattered, why not indulge? They could spend a lifetime simply living in the world that they had now created.

The defined lines of his body pressed to her supple curves once more, reminding him of how she had felt against his flesh earlier. Two strong hands reached down to take a hold of her rear, fingertips roughly digging into each cheek. "Wrap your legs around me. Grab my hair, Edreina. Now." He commanded and controlled, easily showing that he was completely and utterly confident that he knew exactly how to make her body experience something it had never experienced before. His lips found hers and kissed, deep and hungry, moaning briefly before they collided. He growled like an animal as they kissed, lips and tongue moving elegantly and gently at first, teasing and toying with her own returned kisses. It would soon grow more heated though, more demanding and more messy, rougher and needier. He had lifted her at some point, body pulsing with power against her own, taking what was his and taking it where it needed to be. She would soon find her back slammed to the bed with a force that bent the bed underneath them, the well-being of her body almost forgotten in the heat of Matthew both needing to give and take transcendent pleasure. Matthew moved with skilled purpose.

One hand would find her throat, holding it down to aid in his efforts to roughly drag his lips from hers. He smiled down at her, a smile that spoke of all the dirty ideas in his head, something that was strangely foreign but also seemed to fit perfectly. "Tell me what you want. Tell me what you feel. Tell me everything. Do not stop, do not hold back, just tell me it all."

He rose above her for a moment, on his knees. His eyes danced down her body, patiently soaking in her form and reflecting his appreciation and arousal for it in his stare. She had aroused him, she was what he wanted. His wild stare made it completely clear for her to indulge in. Then he was down, head at her feet, knees off the bed and on the floor. He was taking his time again, moving slowly and teasingly, soft growling moans echoing from his lips as he greedily began to please and be pleased. One hand worked at the laces that wound up the side of one leg, slowly undoing the leather pants. His mouth expertly worked the other, teeth and tongue also scoring the flesh of her leg while they worked the strings, leaving small red and purple marks. Did a god not mark his followers?
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Behind Those Eyes

Postby Edreina on June 23rd, 2014, 4:19 am

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"That's my good girl..."

The Svefra flushed a pleasant shade of pink at the whisper of being claimed as territory wound in between his words, delighting her on a level most often locked away by civility. She did not dare meet his eyes, even if she could have drug them away from his body. He had only retreated a pace when they had disengaged the first time, but that distance became as vast as he desired with the way he moved, so slow and sensual he could have been crossing all of Mizahar before reaching her. He was a far off thunderstorm and she a parched landscape.

Without thought or command, she rose from her knees, head tilted faintly as she fought a gasp as finally he stood bare before her, and again as he finally pressed it against her once more. It had been an eternity since they last touched, it seemed. He needed not to tell her what to do for even as his hands took hold of her arse, she was moving on instinct to wrap her legs around him, to support herself with her muscular thighs and place her cheeks more firmly in his hands. With arms circled about his neck for balance, she was only able to tangle the fingers of one hand in his hair, a shame she tried to make up for by pulling him as close as she could.

Both started the kiss with a moan, but their respective roles quickly came into play in even the most subtle ways. When he growled, she whimpered and trembled faintly against him, sucking lightly on his lower lip in supplication. Her tongue traipsed across his, curling and twisting about it as gently as she could manage. Pale fingers tugged gently at his hair pulling him closer even as she tilted her head further, letting their lips lay flush against once another. Edreina had him and still she craved more.

When he threw her down, the redhead actually laughed; it was a quick, breathless sound that displayed the multiple facets of her enjoyment. The grin fell away, though the light in her eyes did not, as his hand pressed lightly against her throat. In an instant, though, it was back again to match the one that parted Matthew's lips.

"Tell me what you want. Tell me what you feel. Tell me everything. Do not stop, do not hold back, just tell me it all."

As his eyes roamed her, a flat span of lean, golden-toned flesh flexed and writhed slightly, showing him her full potential. She wanted him to want her as badly as she needed him. His words resonated and seemed to dance beneath Edreina's skin, teasing her from within.

The redhead laughed breathlessly, sitting up on her elbows to watch Matthew. When finally she spoke, her words were a low purr and possessed a matter-of-fact air. "I want you... and all I feel is you.. Isn't that what you want, Matthew? For us to consume one another until nothing is left but a shadow of passion and satisfaction?" She smirked and tilted her head back, luxuriating in the feeling of his mouth against her leg. A trail of pleasure and pain sent erotic waves dashing up to her core, setting it throbbing and pulsing wonderfully.

He wanted her to tell all... It had been some time since she had spoken to a man during the act; her Myrian was more of a man of action than anything else. Matthew was now higher up her leg and Edreina found herself nearly unable to speak around the lump in her throat and the butterflies in her stomach. "I feel your mouth... and I want to feel it over every inch of me... I want to feel the skill you brag about... I feel your breath and long for it to tickle my ear, hot and harsh as we whisper those meaningless nothings that will push us closer and closer. And your body... I can't feel it yet... But I want to. As I crave the feeling of your lips on my body I also lust after the sensation of mine over yours, tasting and tormenting as I go..."

Her breath hitched and words were lost to her as she felt the last of her lacing fall away beneath his skilled tongue and fingers.
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Behind Those Eyes

Postby Matthew on June 24th, 2014, 1:59 am

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She moved with him as if her lust for him had been there all along, deeply embedded within the confines of her soul. Perhaps they had tangled as lovers in every past life, each and every new life leading to delicious new heights. He barely needed to support the curve of her arse with his hands, her thighs had locked eagerly upon the v-shaped lines of his hips. He did not hesitate to do so though, wanting to feel each and every bit of her that he could, fingertips digging into her speckled flesh. His grip was almost painfully possessive, fingers latching on so tightly that the flesh of her arse spilled between them. He was faintly aware that they were almost painfully close, his chest smashing her breasts against it, their hips grinding muscle and flesh together. He didn't care though. They had to be closer. They had to be closer. He craved it more than he craved the very air that he breathed.

Even though Matthew was gone, his mind remained. It was the body and desires of a wild animal backed by the intellect and knowledge of a harlot who had trained for years upon years, combining both medical knowledge with carnal knowledge. He would reduce her to nothing but a shivering whimpering heap of complete and utter pleasure. When he was done, no lingering bit of Edreina would remain. She would merely be his and nothing more. A growl of delight echoed from his lips at the thought of it, this Matthew desperate for the prophecy to come true. Their tongues danced and their lips wrestled, and then suddenly she was in the bed before him. She writhed and she showed off for him, wiggling in a tiny and personal show, his eyes soaking her in approvingly.

The dangerous line that the Harlot walked suddenly came roaring to the forefront. This, this was dangerous enough. This was both of them losing their minds to a wild assortment of pleasures, indulging in each other, almost completely unaware of what they were doing. So far though, this was sex. This was petching. As she writhed before him though, and as she told him exactly what she wanted... his blue eyes flashed and his lips curled in an even wider smirk. He wanted more. He had not consumed her, not yet. He had not taken her in the deepest way possible. He had not satisfied everything that there was. What was it she had told him about, what was it she had tried to explain to him? Intimacy, that was it. That was the dangerous line that the Harlot now could finally see. Now that he could feel, now he understood.

His smile deepened.

The leather of her pants was tossed to the side, everything underneath exposed. Her undergarments were tugged, lightly teased the side to expose her completely to him. He took his time, painfully patient even though he was bursting at the seams, teeth and tongue swirling up the inside of her golden thighs with a combination of kisses, licks and nibbles that seemed to find sensitive little trails and fully take advantage of them. His hands scooted up the outside of her long legs, finding her arse again and lifting her hips, bringing her entrance to his mouth like it was a bowl to drink from. His eyes lifted to meet hers, tongue lancing out and hovering over, playfully tormenting the Svefra even more. He planned on building it within her until she could not take it anymore, and only then would he give her what her body needed to survive. But, this would require more. This woman in front of him, this Edreina, she would require more than just pleasure. No, he had to drive deeper, he had to mark her deeper. He had to walk across that line, for what she wanted was across that line.

His tongue danced around the edges of her entrance, teasing her even more, refusing to directly brush roughly down the center of her slit. His hands tugged her arse back down, shifting to firmly grab her hips and plant them in the bed, his body slowly sliding the sweat-coated muscles up the length of her own. Their muscles and curves pleasurably slipped together, clicking together neatly, the flat underside of his shaft settling perfectly against her hot core. It throbbed eagerly and he rolled his hips, a slow and controlled movement, having the elegance and practice to perfectly stroke her from top to bottom without slipping or stumbling for but a moment. His lips came down to touch hers, but then suddenly shifted to the side, brushing down over her cheek and lightly closing the edges of his teeth over her earlobe. He bit and tugged, and then he whispered words in a soft and husky voice.

"You are beautiful." Suddenly, a brief flicker of what seemed like genuine and passionate intimacy would flare. He would only build upon the moment, hips thrusting in a sudden moment of power, roughly grinding the fullness of his length against her slit. He nearly penetrated her, almost, almost... Taking their sin a step further, mixing the pure and primal need to petch like animals with the human longing for a more emotional connection... the lustful Harlot demanding that he please her everything.
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Behind Those Eyes

Postby Edreina on July 2nd, 2014, 2:53 am

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OOCI'm sorry this is such shyke. I just can't seem to get my head into this one. XD I really need to get laid. Kidding. Kidding. Anywho.
Again their bodies met and Edreina felt so overwhelmed. Every sensation was heightened and seemed to reverberate through her body, echoing in places she had not expected. Their hip bones pressed together in a way that was not unpleasant, but rather craved. Sensitized by his earlier ministrations, Edreina whimpered at the feeling of him pressed against her. It took everything in her to fight the urge to grind against him, to as much of him as she could.

His teeth gloriously found her earlobe and her lips pressed gently against the strong line of his jaw. Lips parted in preparation of a gentle nibble of the tempting flesh when Matthew whispered those words, those painfully alluring words. Instead of biting, she was made the victim again and gasped gently, rolling her hips lightly against him as he ground against her in order to prolong and intensify the sensation. Prolonging this moment before they indulged in their desire seemed to only exacerbate how dire Edreina's need for him was.

"Why do you torture me, so?" She asked in a whisper, smirking as she pulled her leg up and planted it beside her. The powerful limb flexed and she attempted to roll so that she was now atop him, kneeling and straddling over him. If it was successful, she had finally shifted the balance of power into her favor and it was her turn to be the torturer.

Smiling softly, she would lazily move her hair from her face, running her fingers from her forehead back slowly, blue eyes on his. From there, her hand would trace it's was down her neck, to her chest, about the curve of her breast, down her stomach, and onto the planes of his. A slow, deliberately delicate finger would trace the outline of his defined stomach, savoring each inch of his tanned skin and the strength of the muscle beneath.

"What... to... do..." Her lip was pinched between her teeth as she roll her hips forwards and then back, taunting him with the warmth that now emanated from her womanhood and the slickness he himself had induced.
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Postby Matthew on July 3rd, 2014, 1:45 am

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He found himself lost for a moment, something that never happened to the Harlot. This wasn't the Harlot anymore though, was it? No, the Harlot had been left with his face bobbing in the ocean, out of the picture. Out of the way. Now Lust was able to whatever he pleased. He had admired Edreina before. He had admired the length of her legs, the natural sway of her hips and rear, the slimness of her stomach and the constant playful spark in her eyes. He had admired the lush lips and the freckles on her cheeks. He had desired it, and he knew he had seen it returned in her own eyes. She had dampened it, she had hid it, but it was there. Why had she lied to herself? Lust had watched from afar each and every time that the Harlot had interacted with the Svefra girl and Lust had mocked her. She had thought that she could tame her primal core with just one man? No, the Svefra needed more than that. She would always need more than that. There wasn't a single person alive who could actually satisfy her own Lust by themselves.

Unless it was a Lust powered by a near-endless amount of knowledge. Matthew's own lush lips smirked, delighted. He would make sure of it. He would make sure that no other single person would be able to satisfy her. He would leave himself painted onto her soul so that every other name on her lips tasted of him.

Her self-control was admirable and only heightened the moment, the need. He was distracted by the control of her hips, honed through years of pacing a seafaring ship. The movement of her leg only distracted him further, eyes stroking the length of it as he licked his lips in a display of carnal hunger. Then she was on top, a move that he hadn't even seen coming, but certainly a move that he didn't at all mind. He still had things he could teach her, even from this position. Did the woman think she was in a position of power now? He watched, openly admiring her with a boldness that he made sure she would notice. Even the simple motion of moving her hair from her face was alluring to him, made him eager, made him want and want and want. He watched the touch as it traveled, tongue raking his lips again, the hunger pulsing in his throat. He wanted every inch of it. He needed every inch of it. The drug pulsed in his mind, filling him with even more heat.

The man arched beneath her as she touched him, giving the tip of her finger a hard plane to explore. There was always a firmness underneath the edge of her nail, a silent and confident offering that didn't hesitate to show her everything there was to explore. When she taunted him with soft words and teased with another controlled roll of her hips, he did not hesitate to strike back even while his body shivered and his mouth opened with throaty husky moans. He did not back down though. He did not allow her the satisfaction of feeling as if she had power over the moment. The Harlot's knowledge was good for something, and somehow it came into play now. This was not quite the way Edreina would find the penetrating satisfaction that she needed. There was more. He had to drag her deeper into that pit of lust.

Strong arms reached up, slipping around her, slowly pulling her down to him if she would allow. She was still allowed on top, but this position would allow him to surround her. His arms surrounded her, her breasts were pulled down to flatten against his chest, their hips would lock and their heated cores could patiently tease while teetering on the edge of Matthew finally filling her. This way she could feel her softness against his solid muscle, every single one of his defined lines against each of her curves. This way she could feel their sweat mingling, smell his cologne surrounding her and mixing with the smell of seawater. One of his strong hands curved downwards, brushing nails over the cheek of her rear, the other one tracing the small of her back and dancing up her spine. He attacked with skillful and precise little touches as his hips matched the lazy pace of her own, eyes never wavering from hers. It was all to remind her of all the pleasures one could experience in a moment like this. Not just the physical, but the connection, the instinct, the soft touches and the painful teases, all with the promise of what would come. It was to remind her that she was a woman and he was a man. Why had she ever made it any more complex than that? Why had the Harlot ever made it more complex than that, even when he knew it was an essential fact?

"I could enter you now. You could control your pleasure, use my shaft how you please in order to fulfill your needs. You could bounce slowly or quickly, you could hold my hands or let my hands explore. You could offer yourself on your back, let yourself be controlled and consumed. We could be upon the bed, upon the floor, you could be bend over against the wall. What to do? What a silly question. If I get my way, we'll do everything." His words weren't phrased to be clever. He wasn't trying to be sly or witty. His tone was serious and a near-growl, making sure she knew that he was very ready for any or all of what he had just described.

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Postby Edreina on July 4th, 2014, 3:01 am

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Just when Edreina thought she was in control of the situation, she found herself utterly surrounded by Matthew. The warmth of his arms around her and his chest against hers brought a pleased flush of pink to the drugged woman's already reddened cheeks. It was so easy for him to take control of her, to put her in a position of subservience. Smiling gently, she leaned in and skimmed her nose along his throat from the small hollow at its base to just below his ear, savoring the way their scents mingled to create an unforgettable perfume; there was a strength to his scent and a wildness to hers that seemed to perfectly encapsulate the moment and cement it in her mind the way no other stimulus could.

As his hands trailed her body, her fingertips made small, gentle shapes on his chest and her hips moved in an ambling sort of sway that went from side to side when it felt like it and then forwards and back at other times. Their eyes only ever left one another's when the young woman decided to kiss his neck or perhaps nibble on his jaw. Even so, Edreina often found herself unable to see at all as her body was overwhelmed with other sensations.

"I could enter you now. You could control your pleasure, use my shaft how you please in order to fulfill your needs. You could bounce slowly or quickly, you could hold my hands or let my hands explore. You could offer yourself on your back, let yourself be controlled and consumed. We could be upon the bed, upon the floor, you could be bend over against the wall. What to do? What a silly question. If I get my way, we'll do everything."

A grin that bordered on feral spread through Edreina's features slowly, and then faded into a pleased smirk as Matthew continued to speak. "If that is all that you can think of, my darling, I'm afraid that I'll be the one teaching you a thing or two..." Her voice, unlike his, was very clear and precise so that it he would have no trouble noticing her teasing.

With a smile still on her lips, Edreina tilted her hips as far forward as she could manage so that only the very tip of Matthew was pressed against the very front of her warmth, resting upon the apex of her pleasure. The smile faltered and her lips parted in a silent display of pleasure as she worked her hips in the tiniest of circles. It was a moment of self-indulgence before she endeavored to work towards his pleasure, knowing that hers would come along the way.

After wanting him for an eternity, it seemed like a waste for them to go at one another with such abandon so quickly.

And yet, she could not wait any longer. Each moment that passed saw the coil in her stomach tightening to a near painful, aching degree.

But, slowly, she moved her hips downwards and used the resistance of his manhood to move in that direction to guide him upwards. Deftly, the Svefra twisted her hips again at the last moment, aligning them, and started the process of plunging them together. It was a strange and exciting feeling the way her body both resisted him and welcomed him; Edreina was so enthralled she let out a high, pleased sound and tilted her head back, inadvertently exposing her throat to a predator.
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