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 Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 4:54 pm
His fist connected with a hollow, reverberating whud, hitting minimal squish and mostly ribs and the muscle beneath- The volume of her jacket and cravat were the volume of cloth alone with very little reinforcement from breasts. The General was maybe a B-cup the way the senshi was maybe 5'5". Still, it Hitched her breath to a complete stop. She stopped draining, let the energy ball dissipate unused to the air and thrust the hand at his chest, his starseed. What air was left in her lungs from the hit rasped the words, "Two can play that."
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 6:46 pm
First off, that punch was not nearly as gloriously gratifying as he might've hoped it would be. It wasn't like hitting a wall, no, but she might as well be a goddamn wall or something, really - although he heard her breath caught and at least that gave him some satisfaction, however much he did or didn't deserve it.
He watched the ball of energy go fluttering away, and couldn't help thinking somewhat petulantly to himself 'Hey, that's mine!' but that was about as far as he got before there was a <******** hand in his chest. The super senshi made a sound that was half-snarl, half-yelp, and it was a kind of pain and invasiveness he'd felt before, once, briefly, back at the carnival but Celsus had been there then and he'd distracted the b***h and there was no one here now ******** ******** ********> -- !!
"Stop, " he rasped out, and Eurydike wasn't sure if he'd done it too loudly or too softly, blunt nails moving to dig at her wrist with his eyes wide and a wild, feral look of panic in them. "Stop...!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2016 11:57 am
" Not even the magic word?" Schörl hissed. "Is your worth more alive than a jewel in my pocket?" So fierce, this wild mustang. So wanting his freedom. Too bad, but taming and breaking is so much fun. One session is rarely enough, but like that pretty senshi, we can get a seed planted in you, can't we? She stroked her thumb lightly along the exquisite, fragile facet of the starseed still in his chest. "Say, 'Yes Mistress. ' "
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 7:25 pm
Eurydike shuddered terribly at the glide of her fingers along the gem in his chest, and it was more than just pain, it was invasive, it was - he wanted to spit at her like he'd done to Cinnabar. He wanted to curse and claw and make her bleed. Anything, anything was better than uttering those words, as though he really were a ******** pet. (******** the amount of times he'd been in his situation. ********, how many more times would it be? - <********>, why hadn't he put in the call when he'd had the chance?)
Like so many times before, though, all he could think of was Tolliver, sitting there at home, fast asleep and not even knowing he was gone. To think of him waking up in the morning to find that Hitch was gone for a second time with no call, no trace left behind, for good this time -
"Yes, " and his pride was enough that he spat it with venom, disgusted to have to say it at all, his eyes dark with rage and humiliation. But what choice did he really have? "Mistress."
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2016 11:57 pm
Full of piss and vinegar, aren't you. It was cute. Defiant, but cute. She left her hand there, at the core of him, and drew energy out of it with a thought. "Good." "You bought time. You'll live and replenish." For Harvest. "This will all be over soon. " I get a sizeable orb, you get to pass out for a few minutes and then wake and go on your merry little way. Catch and release for now, and maybe make something out of this one once his spirit is broken.
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 1:31 am
He'd expected her to leave his starseed be; she didn't. Panic registered briefly across his face in spite of his best efforts not to give her anything at all, his hand moving as if to claw at her wrist or anything else he could reach. Instead, he just clutched at her arm. The grip loosened, and eventually his hand dropped away entirely, laying limp at his side. Despite his best efforts, his eyes began to drift closed, as if he were just falling asleep.
It wasn't the first time he'd been drained like this. But in spite of what she said, Eurydike was fully aware that this could be the end. There was no Celsus, no Thraen, no one coming to help him. There would be no one to tell Tolliver what had happened to him. This would be it.
When he'd wake up sometime later, sure enough alive but exhausted, the same thought kept weighing him down - and for a long time, he would not move from that spot.
Ivynian I think we can say this is wrap ORZ I suck
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