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Tuesday September 22nd, 2015

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nephilim-aveira:

As she came down, her wings fluttered softly and her hair still flared out beneath her. She stared at the ceiling as the shame crept in faster and her eyes welled. Her skin still buzzed with her magic. 

“Can you please leave now?” she asked him thickly, eyes welling faster.

Guilt wasn’t something he felt, and so he couldn’t entirely comprehend what she was feeling. He was more empathetic than some, however, and he did dislike how her eyes were welling with tears. Still he pulled back, saying nothing as he slipped from her room, leaving her to deal with whatever emotions took hold.

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nephilim-aveira:

Aveira gave a small whine as she fell apart under his mouth. her eyes closing as her back arched hard. Sobbing for air, she tore her sheets before collapsing back to the bed, trembling.

At the moment, she was too compromised to feel shame fully, but the creeping sense was beginning as she gasped softly, chest heaving.

As she came his mouth stayed firm against her, coaxing her through her orgasm and pulling ever ounce of pleasure from her that he could as his eyes dragged over her form.

This time as Sariel pulled his mouth from her, he made no move to taunt her, no move to feed that guilt he knew was likely growing in her, and instead let his lips drag along her thigh as he pulled his fingers from her and wiped them along her sheets, his eyes watching her all the while.

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goodfellow-shall-restore-amends:

“Ah, but where are my manners? Rambling without an introduction is in such poor taste. I am Robin Goodfellow, an honest Puck of the late and great Oberon’s Court.” He extended his hand in the custom of men, as he had grown accustomed to these centuries since.

After a pause, Sariel extended his own hand to shake the fae’s, finding no harm in it. “Sariel,” he introduced, with much less flourish than the other. “Demon. Son of Samael and Lilith.”

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nephilim-aveira:

She pulled harder against her hair, eyes squeezing shut as her hips began to jerk, pulling against his grasp as her breaths only increased. She was getting close to that delicious release as she continued to babble about good it felt in even louder angelic. 

Her leg slipped over his shoulder, the leverage from it allowing her back to arch. She was so close, so desperate for release. Her magic began to sap the heat from the air, warming her skin to a febrile temperature.

Sariel wondered if she even know how intoxicating she was, how much watching her like this consumed him. The taste of her, the press of her his to his mouth, the way she rocked and writhed had him aching to toss out all semblance of curtesy and simply have her. He knew better, though, and he also knew that he was going to want her more than the once.

A hand abandoned her hip to press between her thighs and sink his fingers into her heat, curving them up to add another level of sensation, to give her more, to push her over that edge so he could mouth her through her orgasm.

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rageof-alecto:

Alecto’s head shot up, her eyes narrowing in on the demon that stood in front of her. Her eyes fell to the bag - not hers, but given his words and the stupid expression on his face, what was inside definitely was.

“Give it back, you shit head,” she hissed angrily, temper flaring dangerously.

“And why should I?” he asked, amused, tossing the bag lightly into the air and catching it. “So rude. Maybe I don’t want to give these back after all. I was even going to offer you quite the deal for them.” He curled his fingers around the pack, obscuring it from view.

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goodfellow-shall-restore-amends:

Puck laughed merrily, ears twitching in mischievious delight. “You ask the wrong person, demon. A faerie’s soul is not so trivial as a single charm, nor a fancy room upgrade in a cage of poison. I see quite well through your silver tongue, fair sir. Though certainly your cunning does you justice.”

Sariel glanced up and sighed upon realize the one he’d spoken to was a fae. The charm was slipped back into his pocket. “You would be surprised, how many mortals are just that desperate enough to fall for it,” he said.

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nephilim-aveira:

Aveira’s eyes rolled back as she arched, her hands tighter in the sheets as his mouth worked. Her breath came in pants and moans as one knee bent and her foot rested flat on the bed, opening her to him even further. Her English fell away and her first language–angelic, thanks to the grace of her father–fell from her lips.

The pleasure was overwhelming as she slid one hand into her hair to pull at it. Perhaps it was an irrational movement, but she needed a sensation that she controlled to counteract his touches.

She was quite the vision, twisting and arching closer, trying to make sense of the pleasure he offered her, and he was quite content to give her everything that he had the power to give her.

His mouth worked against her heat, sucking her clit between laps of his tongue, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he held her against his mouth, refusing to give her a moment of reprieve from sensation.

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marloncrenna:

“Aye, truer words haven’t been spoken. The whole moon shouldn’t be treated like some big dooms day thing, I know how to be responsible about it.” Gives an easy nod, and rocks back on his heels. “I’ll have to makes sure it does.” 

PRE-EVENT

“I quite like the moon, myself,” he said. Though that was in part due to the fact that so many humans saw only panic from it. “Perhaps speak to someone about getting a potion. I’ve heard it eases your time.”

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marloncrenna:

Honestly, Marlon wouldn’t have been all that surprised to hear just that, actually. He was sure that the demon would in fact find it pretty entertaining if he /had/ ran into a tenant. Neither here nor there now, he’d guess. For now. 

He gives an amused hum,and an easy nod in agreement. “Yeah, that’s exactly my point. That was the plan to begin with, really. But I kind of drew it too close, had to make a bit of a last minute decision. Ah well. Next time.” 

PRE-EVENT

“At least you’re aware enough to learn from your mistakes,” he said, hands sliding into his pockets. “Perhaps the next moon will go your way.”

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rageof-alecto:

Someone had fucking robbed her.

This wasn’t fucking fair - Alecto had had almost twenty charms. Twenty! She’d kept them locked away and safe and nice and neat and perfect, and now she was left with only the ring of foresight that she kept on her finger.

“Dammit!” She yelled, and in a fit of anger, kicked the wall and left a sizable dent. “God fucking dammit!”

Sariel watched the red-head wreck her own room from his masked position in the center of the room. Her agitation amused him. That was in part because in his hand rested a pouch filled with twenty charms - the very ones that the witch was looking for.

“You should take to warding your door,” he said, observing her and lifting the back to show her her trinkets.

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marloncrenna:

Marlon gave a thoughtful hum, and scrubs fingertips over the scruff of his chin. “Honestly, I think that will probably be the better route next time. Better than busting my ass up in the basement. I’ll just go deep-deep in the woods next time. I haven’t denied my nature before, I shouldn’t start now. I just don’t want to end up nibblin’ on some tenants.” Huffs a chuckle lightly. 

Honestly, the demon was more interested in that if Marlon would stumble upon a tenant. The chaos would be interesting.

“I doubt tenants would find themselves so far out in the woods during the full moon, knowing what it brings,” he said.

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nephilim-aveira:

Her senses had just begun to come back to her as he pulled away to lift her, her wings tucking against her to keep them safe. She was nearly at capacity to stop him when she was laid out and her wings spilled over the sides of the bed.

Any and all protests died with his mouth suddenly wrapped around something nothing should ever touch. She cried out loudly as he held her against his lips, eyes rolling back as her hands clawed at the sheets beneath her. This was so… she had no words for it as she arched desperately and her breath came in even faster pants. “Oh, God,” she whined.

Sariel didn’t pull away, his eyes glued to her as his mouth drank from her - as he had alluded to doing so many times before. Actually being there was far more satisfying than his imagination had provided it would be. She was so responsive, so new, and he wondered how she would react to him actually fucking her.

The was she looked was sinful, dark hair spilled in a halo around her head, her wings spread for him, her skin pale and perfect. He savored every moment of her, eyes lingering on the way her breasts moved with her breathing. If only it were possible for him to kiss her everywhere at once - for now, however, he focused on dragging his tongue over her and learning her properly.

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nephilim-aveira:

Her cries were high and tight as his moved to tongue at her nipples. These touches…. all of these new sensations. Her hips now pressed up of their own accord as her hand slid into his beautiful golden hair. Her mouth fell open as she felt her body begging for his in a manner she didn’t quite understand. 

As her free hand splayed over his back, her magic went wild as she grew more desperate for more and more. This dark part of her craved him.

He wanted to taste her. Decision made he lifted her with the arm around her waist, other hand splayed between her shoulder blades as he carried her from the bathroom (mindful of her wings) to splay her out on her bed. 

Twin sized beds were not the best for sex, but, it worked just as well as any other.

As her back hit the bed he moved to part her legs for him, to slip his mouth over her sex and suck at her clit as his hands caught her hips hard to hold her against his mouth.

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nephilim-aveira:

She should stop him, a tiny voice told her. But she didn’t want to. Her knees went weak as he rocked against her, and she could feel him against her hips. Her moan was soft and breathy as he continued to touch.

It was probably why her fingers relented as he pulled her towel away, leaving her bare to him. She was reacting on instinct now as her pelvis pressed into his again, seeking relief for the throbbing ache between her legs. His mouth and hands were ruining her all over again as her head tipped back and her moans just continued.

He hadn’t lied when he said that he wanted to use his mouth on her - but now came the struggle of where. He didn’t want to pull his hand from her wings, and as much as he would like to replace it with lips and teeth, he didn’t want to stop touching her to turn her around. 

Instead his mouth moved further down to suck at her breasts, teeth dragging over the swell of them before dropping lower to suck her nipple between his teeth and curl his tongue around it, teasing it in time with the strokes of his fingers.

temptation and a trap [ aveira & sariel]

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nephilim-aveira:

She couldn’t. She couldn’t possibly say his name as he touched her that way. She could barely breath. She was thankful for his supporting arm as she whimpered her hand released his shirt so that she could move it to rest on the side of his neck.

Blaphemy was the farthest thing from her mind as her eyes squeezed shit again. At his request for his name, another high sound left her. She could feel his hardness against her hip as he pulled her close and her own hips jerked with his touches.

Groaning under his breath, his hips rocked against hers in return, granting himself some friction as he teased and touched her wings. Even if she didn’t offer her name - couldn’t, more aptly - he found himself still overwhelmed by her responses.

His hand curled in the towel to pull it away from her, fingers never halting in their massage as his mouth kissed down her neck and shoulder, across her chest to leave a trail of small bites and bruises in his wake. 

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nephilim-aveira:

Her breath came faster still as he pressed more firmly, her body now bursting with heat. She couldn’t think with his hands like that. And she wondered if she wouldn’t just cry from the pleasure of it if he touched the actual flesh just below where his hands were currently. 

As he stepped closer, she was a mess of pants and small sounds as she clung to the front of his shirt. Her neck fell to the side as her eyes fell closed and her wings tried to unfurl but hit the wall of the far too small room. She just wanted him to have more room to touch. The voice had taken over her body and she had no concept of morality when this just felt so good.

Every sound she made had slow rolls of lust moving through him. She was normally so reserved, so tense, and knowing he could make her like this - that he could make her pant and relax entirely - was a powerful drug in and of itself.

“Listen to yourself,” he murmured, fingers exploring the area of her wings, taking note of her reactions as he slipped his other arm around her back to keep her front flush against his - letting her know how his body reacted to hers. “Say my name, Aveira. I want to hear you.” He wanted to know she knew who was doing this to her.

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