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 Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 10:30 pm
"..." Oguntocado could not say -even to himself- why exactly her words made him frown. That there was a brother? That he felt color was not necessary? Simply that her song ended for the words to be said? Perhaps all, perhaps none. Maybe just that it distracted him from something he found enjoyable. Whatever the reason his white-less eyes dimmed slightly. The bonds on the victim tightened involuntarily causing it to cry out as wounds were pressed roughly though not in any way that could damage the art his flesh was becoming.
And then... mellowing. Oguntocado shrugged noncommitally. Nothing really mattered. He would return to enjoying how she sliced this young creature's flesh.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 3:39 pm
Anger flamed her eyes from a crimson to almost a glowing cherry red when the young shark cried out from the tightness, yet she said not a word of reproach, only waiting till the beast calmed before returning to her work.
It did not take long for her to finish her piece sighing with satisfaction as she moved back. Much more complicated than her previous work, each tiny star, each ribbon of flame had been reproduced on the beast, not an inch of it's body did not reflect the dark beta that held it prisoner.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 1:35 pm
The arched bone above one eye lifted catching the shift in the artist's eyes. Not quite to the infernal glow of some of his family but impressive nonetheless. A slow smirk touched his lips. So... he had upset her had he? Now that had been unintentional -for a change when dealing with beta- but interesting. It made Oguntocado wonder if he would like to do so again... but this female was not like his 'nanny' with her overly worshipful ways to his father and therefor on some level to him & his siblings. No. Somehow this art of hers... this was different then base worship. Not that there was anything wrong with being worshiped. Hell, his family should be worshiped! But with blood, not sniveling 'how great thou art's. That was where Nanny Ouija had failed -whatever her intent. Which in a way was a shame. Such a lovely beta Nanny Ouija was. Such a week soul and personality. A shell. A lovely shell better to carve out and turn into a living statue. Or rather a non-living statue. Formerly living. hm... no wait... Could he keep her in place with magic both alive and dead at the same time? It would be a hassle to keep her fed. Bah. Oguntocado could not deny his 'nanny' had been physically aesthetic but she really was not worth such a bother. Maybe when the next generation -whether siblings or otherwise- came if she was still around he would give one of them the notion. Slowly he smiled sinisterly as far as his stitched lips would permit. Yes. A novel idea.
But back to the artist -Marinette, such a suitable name- and her truly living work of art. The sinister grin shifted to one of approving praise and the male gave a proud nod of his head. Proud of her work... and proud that she had chosen him as her 'model' per say. Red iris-less eyes returned to the female, a questioning look within the crimson depths through the rivulets of blood that lifted through the waters between them. Stitched lips moved to murmur words to a spell once more and the bonds around the beast shifted, one tendril coming free to wrap around the artist and bring her to him. It was forceful, yet at the same time almost gentle. The eyes that never left hers showed no fear for the sharp blades she still wielded. Instead they held deep intensity and that same Question. He would pull her closer -close as against him even- to get the answer to that Question from her. Why him? Why of everything she could have carved into her masterpiece had she chosen to imprint his patterns onto the beast.
Still he retained the shark, pulling both of them against it until they were covered with its blood.
((booyaka! Dark muse seems to have returned just as I get enough time uninterrupted to actually type some replies! ^_^))
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 9:35 am
She didn't struggle as a lesser beta might have, after all he had offered her no harm, and simply tipped her head up and gaze up at him, though her eyes still blazed a bit at his high handed ways. Perhaps if she had such powers available at the tips of her fins she would be just as haughty.
She didn't worship him, much less even know of his family and if he had suggested that she might be trying to, she would have probably laughed in his face, not a wise move, but one would not say she was a particularly wise fish. So worship was out, but did she admire him? Oh yes. Not for just his looks, though he was handsome enough, no her interest was much deeper than mere vanity. He was different yet he was like her, a predator and like always recognized like. And then there was his dark magic....for that gift alone she would have accorded him great respect but combined was something she could look up to.
As he pressed them against the young shark's side, she nuzzled the beast before slipping her blades back into her skin, her blood mingling with the creatures. She made a soft crooning sound to it almost like a mother would to a frightened child before smiling at him. He wanted to know why? True he didn't speak but she could see it in his eyes. Shrugging her shoulders, Marinette went back to gently stroking the sliced flesh and answered simply , "because."
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 11:17 pm
No... certainly not lesser. Pupil-less eyes did not waver from watching her. Oguntocado likely would have laughed at his ways being considered high handed -she did not know him well. Yet. But perhaps high handed was the right way to describe him. There was pride in his lineage.
Worship? No. He wanted none of that from this little artist. The honor her work did to him this day was more than enough. And Oguntocado was honored, as he stared almost unblinking into the blaze of the deep blue female's crimson eyes. Stared piercingly & unyieldingly as the blood swirled around them. Blood. Hers and the shark's, though the latter's was more prominent. Oguntocado could feel it, taste it, in the water. With fins and magic the 1/4 demon pulled the female closer. His blood pounded pleasurably in his body. 'Because' she had said. Oguntocado chuckled faint & deep & dark. Faintly he smirked in an almost 'good' way. He liked that. Liked how she was around him. NOT worshiping. Independent. Predator. Strong. Respect even when angry with him. Ah... that was a lot of it right there. She was angry with him. She was angry and yet ... hmm. The thought eluded him but what it had been, Oguntocado liked it.
Heat blazed in his red eyes, different than the angry fire in Marinette's own. Her body so near his... the blood in the water... the honor of her art... that she dared to stand up to him and even silently admonish him... the look in her eyes...
Decision made Oguntocado wrapped them tightly -roughly but gently- to each other and the shark. It was not any harder than before for the beast though the two beta at his side likely did not help. So too did his fins hold her to him even as the male pressed stitched lips onto hers.
This was not a chaste kiss by any means. Oguntocado intended to convey to the female his desire. For her. Deep. Passionate. The female would be able to feel it from his body how it wanted her, but despite his 'high-handed' ways and the black ribbons of magic holding them he would not force her. No. Never. That would damage what made Marinette special and he would not do that. But he could entice her, even as he suspected she was, and see if she would want as well.
He was deft as his stitched lips caressed her own; as he moved his fins with the touch of an expert upon her body while lingering ever so slightly around the place between hilt & sheath where her blades went in. It was true he could be allowing for great disappointment & discomfort for himself later on... but it was worth it.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 11:43 am
Stunned...that was definatly the way to sum up the feelings that were swamping the young female. No one had ever dared to touch her so intimatly. It was a shock although a plesant one. Marinette was still for a long moment just...feeling. Feeling the warm blood surronding them, feeling the shark's carved skin against her own, feeling Oguntacado's fins on her silky skin, teasing the sheaths in her skin,his stitched lips pressed to hers....
Then it wasn't enough to just feel. He was taking control, control of the kiss and perhaps control of her. That just wouldn't do.. Letting her glowing eyes slide closed, she began to kiss the larger male back. Youthful, untried passion bubbled through the dark female. Her tightly controlled emotions snapped as she began to battle for control for control of the kiss. She was not trying to break free, oh no. She had no desire to be free, an oddity that her mind would deal with later, but no freedom was not her aim. If she had to think about it she would not be able to say what her aim was but by God she was not going to submit, if he thought to claim her he was going to work for it.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 11:10 am
The rumble of a soft growl played its way through Oguntocado's body as his kiss was returned. Fighting him? FOR it? For control? Good. He smirked a bit into the kiss. If she had simply submitted his respect for her would have been damaged. Oh... they still likely could enjoy each other... but this was much better. More challenging. Exciting. It made his blood pulse quicker with excitement. He could not exactly give in to Marinette's attempts to wrest control. Oh no. Where would the fun in that be?
The female's untouched passion was adding to Oguntocado's excitement. Yes... he was trained in the ways of lovemaking, but unlike his mother before finding VooDoo he had not been one to care much for it. Outside of learning & using it to gain what he wanted, Oguntocado had little use for it. Certainly it was not something he usually wanted. Usually.
He let her gain control for a while, 'let her' as in he did not fight for that moment as he reveled in the feel of her exerting a desire for this as well more than an actually giving in or permitting her to win. Then the battle really began, Oguntocado fighting with new drive and passion to keep this going. A battle. There was nothing like a battle to get Oguntocado riled up. He held her almost too close to him, fins caressing her body to elicit just bit more reaction from her. Still enough that he was not fully making moves to straight out seduce her. Not yet. She had so far responded well... he wanted her to fight him into this.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 5:53 pm
A sound that was part pain, part pleasure slipped from her as his sticted lips bruised her own. She knew she should be angry with him but she just...couldn't be. He awoke a part of her that she had never felt before. It was dark, darker than anything she had ever felt, images and desires running rampent in her mind.
He would feel the faint hint of razor sharp steel against his skin as she pressed against him fighting for control. She would never submit to him but to seduction? Oh yes, he might just succeed there...but not without a fight. Breaking away from his lips, her eyes blazing with emotion she stared at him panting faintly but oddly still silent.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 10:09 pm
This was far from normal. Pleasantly so. Delightfully so. Oguntocado could feel his heart race with the pumping of his blood within him. The blood around them heightening his desire. The girl... this girl... she was eliciting something from him that Oguntocado had not encountered before. Something beyond the blood in the water.
Pupil-less gaze staring hotly into the blaze of emotion as two pairs of crimson eyes met Oguntocado smiled crookedly. Deftly, expertly he stroked her body with his fins. Plenty of time still for her to say no... but he was seeing to it in careful motions that the likelihood of her wanting to resist would be almost nonexistent -and disappearing by the moment. A sensual smirk and the male tipped his head to place stitched kisses in places around her head that would excite. He did not want her begging... he wanted her fighting. But at this moment he realized, he did want her wanting him. Wanting this.
He would get her to want this.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 10:28 pm
An odd smile streched across her full lips as her eyes blazed, it looked like a strange mixture of defiance and...was that perhaps desire. She growled softly as she reached up and pulled his head down claiming his lips in another rough kiss.
The feelings he stirred in her were alien to the young female but she was more than willing to explore them. She was demading he show her more, show her that there was more than just stolen kisses and prehaps more then this solitary hunting.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 11:48 am
yes... The 1/4 demon smirked delightfully into the kiss, leaping into the challenge Marinette offered with a primal growl of his own. Demand, did she? Good. Good. Better than, really. Because it was something he wanted, Oguntocado complied, but not kindly. This was a battle after all. A challenge. Each touch to her body rough and passionate, forceful & loverly. A planned swing of his blade in battle -each move's intended effect known. It was Duel but more .... sensual. A touch here, a kiss there, some time -but not too much- in between to give her time to learn or retaliate. Not letting her win -no, no- not even giving her a handicap really. No point in it -the blood and the lady's own self being enough to drive the seldom sexually thinking Oguntocado to pleasurable distraction. Her untouched defiance and desire bringing his own passion to a boil within him. If she learned even half of what he was 'teaching' her...
Oguntocado groaned deeply within his chest, making sure even then to direct the unintentional reaction in a way that would most effect her. It was all part of the fight, building off each other's arousal. He would go beyond merely showing her. She would experience it. Dark honor.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 3:24 pm
He would feel a sharp, fleeting stab of pain from the stiched of his lower lip as she suddenly bit down hard before sucking at the bite, tasting the delightful hint of copper that was his blood. He had tasted her, she was in his blood and now..now he was in hers. Oh she was a fast learner, molding her smaller body along his.
Her lips curved in a sensual smirk as he groaned, and nipped his lower lip again. In their desire they had forgotten about the young shark untill it thrashed wildly sending her slamming into Oguntocado's body harder nearly knocking what little breath that was left in her body, out.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 5:37 pm
His body started at the sudden, sharp pain. She bit him! He had been ready for her blades earlier… but this –this somehow came as a surprise. It made him grin, then growl with pleasure at the realization. So she wanted to taste him too?
Oguntocado grunted with a smirk as the intentionally ignored third member of their dance made his move. Ah… the added element of chance and potential danger. His own loss of breath from the blow went into deep rumbles of otherwise silent laughter as he dipped his stitched lips to her ‘neck’ region purely intending to make Marinette gasp sharply with pleasure for watery breath as the blood from his bleeding lip joined the other crimson ribbons in a different but similar watery dance. Sure… he could release either them or the shark, but the beta devoted to the war loa had no such intentions.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 5:56 pm
She did gasp but it quick turned into a low growl as she tasted him. Delicious didn't even began to describe the taste or feel of his body or his blood. A little voice chimed a warning in the back of her mind Stop now, he will be an addiction we can't afford...
Let it warn, she had no intention of stopping till he was as on fire as she was. If she had to burn so did he. Taking a que from him, she dipped her head gently bitting along his 'neck', each n** a bit harder than the last though each fell just short of drawing blood again, enough of blood, hers-his-the sharks...it didn't matter it was all mixing together surronding them.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 8:36 pm
She should be lucky his demon blood was thinned for he had not tested whether more would hurt her. Oddly enough... Oguntocado did not want to hurt this female. Not in the normal sense.
"grrrrrr....!" The 1/4 demon arched and drew them closer. Unexperienced... untrained even and she was having this effect on him. Delicious. Delightful. She learned well and quick.
He wanted her now.
Later he would think on if he wanted her tomorrow. He would not let the growing possibility that he would hinder him now. Murmuring dark magic into her flesh Oguntocado grew the ribbons of darkness around them as he further heightened her body feeling as if he himself would soon burst. Her last chance to turn back. Only one game left. One he planned to play to the full extent of the game and the intense pleasure of all.
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