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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 9, 2007 21:49:15 GMT -5
Dean didn't know he was allowed to feel as he did now.
Fuck, last time he'd felt like this was over a good 900 years ago. Fuckin' old bastard he was.
He shook his head, and concentrated on where he was walking. On the particular nights, when the moon was set differently, he'd be incapable of turning wolf, and that was just sucked out loud. But that didn't drop his scent. He could scare all these fuckin' animals in the forest up the wazoo.
He paused a moment, breathing in deeply, the dark shades not once tricking his mind. He'd gotten over his fear of edgy and dark forests since then. Hell, look at the years since than.
And maybe, just maybe, he could consider letting himself go and falling for Kitty... right? Sighing, he shook his head, bathed in a glimmer of moonlight, doused by the gap between clawing branches above.
Just the night for a new scar to be left.
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Post by rory on Apr 9, 2007 22:00:34 GMT -5
This was just the night he was looking for.
The man he had previously witnessed disappearing into the forest didn't seem the most perky, which meant he'd be less prone to fight back. Rory did hate when they fought back, because then he was forced to injure them enough to render them helpless, and he did hate marring perfect skin such as his victims. It was always such a pity, even though he overly enjoyed the sight of their blood flowing, and their cries of pain caused him to become further aroused.
Mm, he could already feel blood rushing down to his lower regions, but he was quick to put that to a stop. He couldn't be getting so needy for what he was about to do that he wouldn't be able to toy with the unfortunate soul.
Unfortunate... Hah. Anyone that was given the pleasure of begin in Rory's presence was never unfortunate.
So now, there he was, creeping forward towards the back of his victim. Below his feet a twig snapped, and he nearly cursed outloud. Instead, the man merely quickened his pace, pressing himself up against the mans back, his arms locking securely around him. He fit his head into the nook between his neck and shoulder, grinning wickedly. "Shut the fuck up and I might not hurt you." He stated harshly before roughly sandwiching the man between him and a tree, not at all caring for the others comfort. |
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 9, 2007 22:08:41 GMT -5
Fletcher convulsied violently in the grip, his chest arching out and trying to get away from the grasp.
"Shut the fuck up and I might not hurt you."
His eyes widened, and once more, he began to thrust his body in vain attempts to escape, but only succeeded in hurting himself against the tree. He felt the hard press of bark and wood kneel into his solar plexus and stomach and he groaned, shutting his eyes tightly in a wince.
He whimpered.
Too fucking familiar. He glanced at the mans hand, the feel of sweat lining his hairline already, before he tried his chances and took a snap at the hands, his human teeth holding onto salty and smooth hands.
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Post by rory on Apr 9, 2007 22:35:00 GMT -5
Rory barely grimaced as he felt teeth sink into his hand, but he did feel his already heated blood boil. A growl like grunt sounded in his throat, his dark eyes flashing in a rage he hadn't felt in awhile.
"So you're going to act like a dog, hm?" He questioned, his free hand moving from the tight grip on the other, sliding up his back. Slipping into the soft hair of the other, he grabbed a fistful and yanked back as hard as he could, "Then get on the fucking ground like a dog should, and you can be my bitch." He stated darkly, his voice turning a bit more animalistic at this. Ripping his hand free of the grip, he did notice a bit of blood being drawn, but he didn't much mind it. Harshly, he shoved the man towards the ground, a frown etching into his face.
"I had said be good, but you had to just fuck that up and bite me. Now I might just have to mess up that pretty face of yours." He stated, grinning wickedly. |
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 10, 2007 5:22:42 GMT -5
"So you're going to act like a dog, hm?" Dean growled, shoveing his shoulder backwards--or tried too--, a look of anger twitching. He felt a hand glide up his abck and he shuddered with disgust and kneed as his head was pulled back non-too gently, and tried to seek out the face of his attack.
"Then get on the fucking ground like a dog should, and you can be my bitch." He felt the hand gone, and it felt like his teeth had gone with it, it'd been torn away so fast and violently. A pressure on his shoulder and the ground met his knees quickly enough, making him grunt.
"I had said be good, but you had to just fuck that up and bite me. Now I might just have to mess up that pretty face of yours." Fletcher flinched, the words sounding familiar and yet foreign.
[color=whiteFlesh and Blood of his own genes touching him, violating, smoothing over his chest and pulling his hair roughly, hands groping innappropriately and mouth dirty, kissing there, here, everywhere.
"Such a pretty face... to bad I'll be messing it up."[/color]
Fletcher whimpered, cowering on the ground, this and that too much.
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Post by rory on Apr 17, 2007 22:51:53 GMT -5
Rory looked down at the delicious sight below him, his eyes flashing over violently as a new lust tore through him. Just the sight of the man below him, looking in complete fear and in the submissive position... Oh, he would have to try his hardest to keep from shooting his load all at once just from looking.
"Don't blame me for this, my sweet, blame yourself.." He purred, then followed the other down quickly. He positioned himself on his hands and knees, hands hands bracing his body at the others shoulders and his knees set right behind the other. This made it so his erection was pushed up against the others ass, letting itself be known. He groaned in his ear before licking around the shell, catching the ear lobe between his lip, lightly nipping on the flesh and swirling his tongue about it.
Shifting his weight to his legs, he began to make quick work, trying to be as fast as he possibly could when it came to getting rid of the garments that kept him away from the treasure that he seeked to invade. He'd come a little bit after, once he could be sure that the others pants were securely discarded, so they couldn't somehow slip back on.
"I'm so looking forward to tearing you up inside... Maybe I'll leave a lasting impression, do you think so...?" He grinned. |
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