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 Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 6:44 am
The ghost sighed deeply as the student worked her delightful mouth back along the contours of her neck, the same bubbling feelings from last night lashing out in the pit of her stomach, her blood, if there was any to speak of, would be reaching boiling point right now. How she wanted to throw her back on the bed and shut that pretty mouth from speaking with hers once again. To do more than just tire her out, she wanted every inch of her to scream bloody murder in ecstasy. A pale hand moved slowly up the front of the nightshirt, making sure to stop at places of high interest before moving up to cup her face. Her eyes were soft and bright not the menacing glare she wore like a badge day in and day out, this was a much calmer ghost. She was studying her face, seeking out the truth in what the were-lemur said and was pleased to find there was no further hesitation in her voice. If the ghoul wanted to play this game then she would. Sarias wasn't stupid, for all there was talk of being single, free and not tied down there was something the ghoul was not speaking off and if anything it excited her even more. There was someone to hurt in all this.
"Hmm my name? It did not bother you last night when you were screaming for more." she laughed her eyes twinkling in delight at the memories that pricked her mind.
"But...I guess one name deserves another Natalia." she purred that name out again, how she liked the way it rolled of her tongue like a forbid fruit that she would indeed get to eat and eat again. "It is Sarias, but I am guessing i go by many names out there in those halls." she tutted rolling her eyes briefly at some of the comical nicknames she had acquired over her time here. If she didn't hate the others so much she would applaud them for their originality, yet hell had yet to freeze over.
*With a swift flick of her hands she pushed the ghoul back onto the bed, her soft warm legs unwrapping from the banshees hips as she pulled her into an embrace, her mouth catching the other with softer lips than were apparent last night. She moaned heavy, her addiction for this ghouls flesh was increasing as she tasted her again, her hands working their way down her body to those hips, a cold hand resting in between her legs as she sought what she was after, pressing gentle when she touched what she wanted and then...stopped!?. A wicked smile was her reward as she pulled back, said fingers coming up to be placed in her blue mouth as she shifted her form from the ghoul and leapt of the bed.*
"I think its time you left don't you?" she hissed through smiling teeth, her hips swaying as she walked over to her dresser, the banshee opening it with a bang as she allowed the other to contemplate what could have been.
"I don't want you to get too use to me now do i?" she nodded as she pulled out what she wanted. It was her emblem. Glistening gentle in the candle light that was her room and smiled.
"Here" she whispered as she flicked the badge in the direction of the bed. "You may have this as a memento of what - " she stopped briefly and motioned to the bed "- of what this night was, what it is. What we have agreed on." It was almost like a deal had been made. Was that a good thing getting involved with such a crazy ghost? Well...it was too late now.
"I am more than happy for others to know that I have had you, that you have had me...it will be interesting don't you think?" She laughed again. She wanted people to know, certain people to ask and question and demand answers from Natalia at later dates. She just hopped she could get front row seats.
"But for now...i have better things to be doing with my time..."
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 8:15 am
When things grew heated again and then abruptly stopped, Natalia grunted angrily. It was not a kind thing to leave her aroused; this had been proven many times when Whisper and herself had shared moments leading only to their departure and nothing more...The monster was a grump, an aggressive one at that, but had showed great restraint with the hellhound...
And would have to do the same with Sarias.
Which, the name as it was said aloud made her shudder. Natalia knew of this the entire time. How could she have not known? Running around asking questions, most of which initially answered with 'Who? Sarias? Seriously?'. What the monster had wanted, however, was to hear the way she would say...Having high expectations and desiring a certain umph behind her pronunciation--and to hear in the voice that growled her name late last night was indeed what she had been looking for.
Her eyes followed the pin that was thrown and then dropped, staring at it for a moment before taking two fingers and pinching it in between them. A blue, saddened face? Wild hair? Her eyes traced the floor until pale feet and slender calves lead to Sarias' brilliant face, shadows casting across her brows and nose, lips and eyes. Natalia was not entirely sure what to do with it, that is until the banshee spoke again. A token, huh? To remember what it was they shared, and what it was they would share again. The monster's face was alight with expectation and excitement for a split second, lifting a brow as if to also add in a bit of curiosity? What would they do next?
But the pleasure faded just as fast as it had come, and as the ghoul continued...Natalia subconsciously crossed her legs. Taking what it was that others had said about Sarias, analyzing the ghosts phrases and subtle hints with critical attention was about as easy to understand the meaning behind as comprehending a childrens book would be...Sarias meant to tell someone, or to tell plenty of people of what they had done. She had seen the monster and the hellhound together...To be honest, the monster did not think this whole thing through, only coming upon the ghost dorms with a need to please her riled state. Now, as all was said and done, Sarias would be herself in spreading the word...and in knowing this, Natalia felt regret settle indefinitely on her shoulders.
Whisper would find out.
The lemur stood and searched the room for her bottoms, hand shaking the pin slowly. She knew what it was she wanted, her thighs throbbing, heart racing in what desire was felt for the banshee. Natalia knew that there would come a time when Sarias and herself were locked in this same room, doing more than what they had last night...and none of that could be denied. But the consequences of her actions would haunt her until one day, someone would approach her and...well...Natalia was dreading what would inevitably come. This was what Natalia was, free to do what she wanted with whomever she wanted...finding Whisper was an accident, one that she was pleased with but...still...it went against her norm. It broke all of her rules...and it drove her to this moment with the ghost.
But all the same, she could not go back now...and looking the banshee over, in the moment it felt as if everything would be alright. Perhaps would be able to split her time between Sarias and Wisp...it was a nice thought, but once her feet left the room everything would inevitably change.
Her tail moved upward to curl against her back, the trail of soft blues that followed her spine some ways up raised and tickling her skin. Slipping her wardrobe back on, the monster took long steps toward the banshee, eyes locked then on the ghoul in her path. By taking her hands and placing them roughly against Sarias' hips, jerking the banshee forward and into a hard, breathless, tongue filled kiss, (one that did not want to feel the temperature of her skin) Natalia gave to Sarias what it was the ghost had given to her. Straddling the others thigh with a press of her hips, slipping her leg in between both of Sarias’ and rocking them methodically, a moan came from her throat and ended in an expel of air from her nose. Her kisses traveled down the others neck, where a bite with sharp canines nearly punctured holes into that empty skin. The gesture came angrily, filled with the guilt that she held...yet it made her hungry for more, and it seemed that by planting it in such a way eased both of her emotions equally.
Pushing off with a grin and slipping her hand onto the door handle, Natalia did not bother to look over her shoulder when she left. She would be back...
Most likely.
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