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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 16, 2015 18:56:25 GMT -5
He arranged himself above her. The effect was not unlike a spider looming over a captive fly-
-but it wasn't his fangs that he thrust into her.
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Post by Teja on Sept 16, 2015 19:22:27 GMT -5
***fade to...***
Teja was curled up to Johannes on the bed, her fingers exhaustedly and pensively sliding up and down his chest through a patch of greying dark hair. She ached, everywhere, truly, but particularly in one breast, in the small of her back and her hips and between her legs, from being used very hard, but if she were honest, and she really hoped that Johannes would not call on her to be honest, Loki had never fucked her like that, and she hoped to God someday he might.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 16, 2015 20:23:09 GMT -5
He noticed this and laughed gently.
"You know, I feared I might repel you. How good to know that is not the case."
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Post by Teja on Sept 16, 2015 20:29:32 GMT -5
"It does feel like there's a bigger gap between you and I than there is between Loki and I," she admitted, her voice still quiet and throaty, as if she'd done too much screaming. "But that could be any number of things."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 16, 2015 21:27:22 GMT -5
"Age?" he chuckled.
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Post by Teja on Sept 16, 2015 21:29:13 GMT -5
"That occurred to me," she said with a hint of laughter in her voice. She turned her head and kissed his chest. "Which really, I don't mind..."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 16, 2015 21:33:39 GMT -5
"How considerate," he laughed.
Johannes reached down and made a little slit in his chest, and obligingly motioned for her to drink.
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Post by Teja on Sept 16, 2015 21:35:15 GMT -5
She startled like a deerand scooted backward a little warily. "I don't think that's safe..."
In truth, it looked nauseating, which only made her more afraid of how much she'd liked it.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 16, 2015 21:37:39 GMT -5
"Would you prefer my wrist again?"
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Post by Teja on Sept 16, 2015 21:38:17 GMT -5
"No, I don't think I should drink..."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 16, 2015 21:40:34 GMT -5
He shrugged, and then smiled in a chilly, predatory sort of way.
"Hmm. You may have a point. We mustn't overindulge in such pleasures, and cheapen them in the doing."
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Post by Teja on Sept 16, 2015 21:41:33 GMT -5
Her eyes had drifted back to the cut though, her tongue between her teeth inside her mouth. She looked deep in thought.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 16, 2015 21:45:29 GMT -5
He rolled onto his side, smothering the wound against the bedsheets. He pushed his hair back over his shoulder and leaned up on one arm to look at her, a soft, admiring smile curving up his lips.
A few of the lines on his face had softened in the aftermath of his feeding, and his jawline looked firmer, his chin more defined.
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Post by Teja on Sept 16, 2015 21:47:08 GMT -5
She frowned in thought, especially at seeing that.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 16, 2015 21:48:37 GMT -5
"You are exquisite," said Johannes.
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