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Post by Erik on Feb 28, 2008 18:00:04 GMT -5
*Erik smiled inside at the chance to deflower one of the Changy's own, having learned from Nadir that this was frowned upon. He held her still, but less severely.*
"Is that so, my dear?" *he murmured.* "But you wish to; your trembling tells Erik so. And one day you must. Erik can show you a great many things; he has a magician's touch."
*One hand crept down to the small of her back as the other skimmed along the top of her bodice.*
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Post by Raoul on Feb 29, 2008 2:03:22 GMT -5
*Raoula did not so much allow but rather not stop his actions. She knew the extent of his actions, a tighteness in her neck reminded her. She sighed when his hands skimmed her breasts.*
"Yes."
*She glanced up at him.*
"Show me."
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Post by Erik on Feb 29, 2008 13:25:59 GMT -5
*Aroused by her surrender, Erik kissed her again, his hand working lower under her bodice as his other hand pressed her lower half firmly against him. He wondered when his face would betray him, when she might scream and run away. He thought, perhaps, he could keep her ignorant of it in the dark.*
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Post by Raoul on Feb 29, 2008 16:41:00 GMT -5
*Raoula sighed very quietly. She was unused to the curves of her own body. It was liberating. She buried her face in his neck, her hair covering her face.*
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Post by Erik on Feb 29, 2008 19:06:57 GMT -5
*Nimble fingers began to surreptitiously undo the fastenings of her dress. She had not protested so far, even if she was a bit limp in her responses.
Oh well, Erik thought. He was masterful enough for the both of them.
He turned her so she faced away from him and lowered his lips to her newly exposed shoulder, even as his hands caressed the front of her and his front cradled her to him.*
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Post by Raoul on Feb 29, 2008 19:12:50 GMT -5
*His lips felt cold against the heat of her skin. Raoula gripped the opening of his clothing, wanting suddenly of tear, and rip. As she pulled, she felt the lining give way as his jacket began to tear.*
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Post by Erik on Mar 1, 2008 12:23:29 GMT -5
*Erik smiled into the crook of her shoulder. That was more like it.*
"Go on," *he urged, his hands peeling back the fabric of her own dress.* "Show me how you want it."
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Post by Raoul on Mar 1, 2008 12:27:23 GMT -5
*Raoula was mildly impressed with her strength as a woman. She wiggled out of her own clothing, arching backways even as she pulled at his.*
"Don't be gentle."
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Post by Erik on Mar 1, 2008 12:33:40 GMT -5
"If you insist, my lady," *Erik said, and promptly pushed her back into a convenient lounge chair even as scraps of clothing began to litter the floor like the petals of some poisonous flower. Erik hovered over her, his hands on either side of her head, before one reached down and ripped away the remaining front of her dress.
He felt his face begin to shift, so he buried it between her lush breasts as his hand wandered lower...*
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Post by Raoul on Mar 2, 2008 4:25:44 GMT -5
*Raoula frowned. Something felt, odd. But she soon whimpered at the movement of his hand. Glancing down she notice vaguely in the darkness that the shadows on his face seemed changed.*
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Post by Erik on Mar 2, 2008 19:28:19 GMT -5
*Erik ministered to her a few moments more before, with a growl, he flipped her over.
She had said not to be gentle. And Erik did not fancy being stopped in the middle of anything because of his predicament. His breath was hot on the back of her neck as he bent over her, the hand not holding her up reaching around to tease her.*
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Post by Raoul on Mar 2, 2008 19:31:24 GMT -5
*A moan tore harshly from her lips. She didn't care who he was, or what he had done. She did not care what he looked like. What he needed to do was take her, or she thought she would explode.*
"Now... Please."
((Censor Fairy would not be pleased with us...))
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Post by Erik on Mar 2, 2008 19:55:14 GMT -5
*Erik grinned with twisted lips as he complied. Enthusiastically.*
**FADE OUT**
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Post by Raoul on Mar 3, 2008 14:12:35 GMT -5
***FADE IN.*******
*Raoula sank into the seat, exhausted. She knew she would be bruised in the morning and felt absent mindedly at the cut on her lip.*
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Post by Erik on Mar 3, 2008 16:37:28 GMT -5
*Erik willed himself into calmness, trying to regain his pretty face before facing her again. But he was wound up, excitable despite his exertions.
She angered him, somehow, in a way he didn't know what to do with. No, not angered. But there was something buzzing about her which had him on edge.
He turned away, tucking his shirt in and hiding his face in the shadows.*
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