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 Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 8:50 am
She inhaled sharply, arching her back slightly into his roaming tentacles. It was an odd cold sensation and she'd by lying if she said she liked it. But her heart rate quickened regardless and her hazel eyes were dilated and glossy. No this wasn't lust, it was danger, that and the attention she was craving. So kept inwardly reminding herself she wouldn't let this go to far. no way, no how. Just a little tase, yeah that's right. Just enough so that she could feed her ego, feel better about herself, then she'd be on her way.
"As powerful as they come," she said adding emphasis on the last work, a more tactless innuendo she was sure he'd get. "That right?" she asked, her own voice low and husky. Once again she mentally told herself not to go too far. Attention seeking was fine, but she was no slut.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 8:54 am
"I got power," He murmured, pulling himself up by her shoulders to nibble at her neck above where the furr began. It was as close as he could get to a kiss with the beginnings of a beak taking over his teeth.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 9:01 am
Maryke made no reply to that. Every man thought he had more power then the other. They all told her the exact same thing, in the exact same way, and then she would end up on her back spread eagle, or if the man didn't live up to his self praises, he'd be out before he could utter another word. God, she missed that.
And then she felt the sharp of his teeth on her neck, wet and gritty and before even she knew it she had leaned in, one hand next to the side of her face while she bit and licked at what was left in the remnants of an ear. It was hard and she was rough. Still reminding herself that the game would be over soon.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 9:04 am
He gave a little moan, air suddenly shooting out of what she had previously thought was an ear- it was the octopussian hole into his "mantle cavity". "I'll treat y'good, pretty little stranger," He sighed, his tentacles becoming even more invasive of her personal space.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 9:20 am
Never once did Maryke think that the 'ear' might be a sort of covering type thng for his gills, then again she didn't even consider that he might have gills at all. "You better," she breathed out, wrinkling her nose and twitching her ears as some of the water got on her face as well. Though quickly recovered, and gnawed at his cheek, giving the skin a solitary lick as she pulled away slightly. "Those tentacles oughta be good for somethin'..." she murmured, almost in a moan as she arched further into him.
But as her eyes half closed it was as if a lightbulb went off in her hand. So had been so desperate to feel like she was still 'pretty and powerful' that she had let her standards drop to the breaking point. All at once she stiffened and sat up.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 9:24 am
His grip was still on her, though, and he pulled her back down, "Where y'goin' so fast, Lassy?" He panted, appropriate tentacles giving her the appropriate squeezing in the appropriate places in an attempt to excite her further, "Take me t'th'water'n I'll show y'jes' wha' these tentacles can do!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 9:31 am
She met his gaze, her hazel eyes darkening and staring straight into his purple orbs. "Fine," she said, you wanna ******** in the water? Will do..." she made an attempt to slide off him once more, "Better not be cold in there..."
Of course whether or not she was actually planning on getting IN the lake or whether she was scheming behind the eyes was another story.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 9:33 am
"Righ' then, Lovely," He snickered, pulling himself up out of the chair to cling to her as though to see if she could support his weight, "Carry me, then."
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 9:38 am
"Ugh, you a**," she said, not being able to do anything BUT carry him as she grunted and held on. She buckled under the weight and wobbled over with him before she lost her footing and fell into the lake herself, pulling him down too, though letting go from the force, unable to see if he too had fallen in or was still at the bank.
She burst back out of the water, failing and sputtering which turned into coughs. Severly pissed off and now finding herself in a position she most decidely did not want to be in.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 9:49 am
With his good grip on her, he had fallen in beside her and was laughing histerically, "Make yerself a' home!" He kept at least two arms tightly wound about her legs just in case. He was used to clumsily falling into the lake himself.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 10:08 am
She sputtered, and tried to give two large powerful kicks, which...didn't work. She tried again and again. Finally she had to stop. She sure as hell needed her legs to keep a strong kicking motion in order to keep afloat and all. So over exerting herself just wasn't plausible.
'Right.." she scoffed, "Lemme just grow gills and fins so I can fit right in," she said flailing her arms against the water.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 12:25 pm
"So wha's a pretty t'in' like you doin' in me lake, now, eh?" He cooed, crawling up over her in the water, his own webbing and tentacles making it a lot easier for him to tread than her. What woudl have once been his hands pulled at her drenched clothing, his intentions obviously ungentlemanly as they tried to slip underneith. He pushed his face close to her's, the stink of fish on his breath so thick she could taste it- and then promptly *could* taste it as he pressed his lips against her's. The psudo beak got in the way, but he had learned to work around it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 5:48 pm
Maryke was now drenched, mostly from her own flailings as she only ended up getting more and more water and murk over herself. The fur felt gritty and her ruffed ears felt heavy on her head, pressing down upon her. She felt his body, the parts she couldn't name because she couldn't see them, slipping underneath her clinging clothes. She kicked and kicked, but he was like seaweed. There was just no escaping. And the more you struggled, the more entangled she became. She couldn't answer his question, not with all the sputtering and grunting she was doing.
And then she felt the bile rise up in her throat when his lips were upon hers. She swallowed it down, needing to breath too badly for her to let vomit get in the way of that little factor. Her tongue darted against his as she tried, to no avail, to press her lips tigher, block him out. Block out the whole damn world if she had to.
And then somewhere in her mind she remembered those things she'd been nibbling earlier, that she'd mistaken for ears. She let her arms tangle around his neck more, spreading her legs and almost rubbing her body near his as a distraction. All this while her hands went up to his 'mantles', as soon as she connected, she grabbed at them and dug her nails in, not wanting to let go until HE let her go, all the while still pumping her legs every so often to stay afloat.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 6:25 pm
He gave a strangled cry of pain, mouth open as wide as possible befor he suddenly erupted forth with a squirt of ink over her face and chest, clouding in the water around them. His top tentacles let go of her to pry her hands out of the soft spots in his head that allowed him to breath under water. He gagged and flailed, snarling feircly, "Bloody b***h! Wha' th'feck wos' tha' fer??"
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 6:42 pm
She sputtered, her eyes and nose suddenly burning when the ink was spurted into her face and surrounding her. She didn't even want to know what kind of damage that s**t would do to her silky white fur! But she had felt him loosen his hold at least, so she kicked once more, this time she kicked against him, using his body to push herself out of harm's way, at least she'd hoped so. She clawed the rocks and earth until she managed to crawl somewhat out of the water, choking and sputtering until she was fully out.
At his question and outrage she spat ink towards him, mingled with the murky water she had just come from. "What was it for?" She asked as calmly as she could in the given situation. "I like it rough..." she snarled, still trying to crawl and move away. She wasn't sure if she COULD even get away, but hell...might as well try.
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