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 Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 10:20 pm
Herryk grasped her wrist before she could pull her hand away, bringing the palm of her hand to his lips. Using his lips, teeth and tongue to lick and n**, Herryk slowly cleaned the gravy from her hand. He rarely ate so he wasn't even sure if the meatball and gravy tasted as delicious as she said it did. Herryk only knew that the taste of her skin against his tongue was the most delectable thing he'd ever had the pleasure of tasting.
"Mm, Herryk does not mind if Freya becomes messy," he teased in a low, raspy voice, "Herryk does not mind at all."
That being said, Herryk swooped up a biscuit, smeared it with jam and promptly held the bread to her lips.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 10:25 pm
Freya's giggles died in her throat when Herryk's tongue raked across the palm of her hand. She paled, for just a moment, before the flush of color flooded her cheeks, down her neck, and tinged the skin along her chest and collar. She looked at the bread that was held up to her, then back at his lips, and frowned.
"Herryk." She whispered, as her hand rose up to push the bread away gently, giving her the room she needed to lean in closer. "I'm not hungry anymore."
That blasphemous phrase stung as it left her lips, but she waited for a kiss to soothe the sting.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 10:47 pm
Herryk's lips quirked in a half-smile though his gaze remained intent on Freya's lips. The biscuit was carelessly set aside as Herryk leaned in to Freya though he remained at enough of a distance that his lips were not yet touching hers. Only then did his eyes lift to trail over her lovely features. His voice, when he spoke, was teasing yet strained. An odd combination.
"Freya has not eaten much," he whispered in the silence of the forest, "and she will need her strength for later."
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 3:30 am
The lack of a kiss had Freya's lower lip jutting out fully, a plump pout forming on her lips. Her head tilted down just slightly, glaring up at Herryk through her eyelashes. Still, his whisper made her skin raise in goosebumps, and despite the epic pout she was managing, she still shivered in his arms.
"Well.." Her voice cracked, but she cleared it quickly to hide the sound. "Well okays. Yeh can feeds me. But if yeh keeps lickings me like that, I don't thinks I'll be able teh thinks about eating anymore." The pout disappeared, and she grinned as she tapped his nose with her finger. "Cheeky."
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 8:19 pm
"Well... if Freya does not want Herryk to keep on as Herryk has been..." Herryk fell back to his elbows once more, leaving Freya to rest on his abdomen.
Herryk didn't mind the pout. The way it caused her lips to puff out only enhanced the fullness of them which was hypnotizing to the draugr. Herryk pulled Freya down so that he might press a kiss to those lips he so adored, a growl rumbling in his throat. He made no move to pull away or break the kiss -- it would seem that Freya's demand for a kiss would not go unanswered.
After all, Herryk did live to please his ladybird.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 9:03 pm
Freya gasped as he pulled away, her eyes narrowing for a moment, before she flopped on his chest. Her hand had already reclaimed the jellied biscuit he'd disgarded, and she pulled it back up to her lips and chewed on it as she laid on his abdomen.
"I eats now. See? I'm a good ghoul. I do good ghoul things." She took another bite, and gave Herryk a big, crumbly smile. She was the sexiest thing ever, obviously.
"Are yeh goings teh eats anythings? Or is all of this for me?" Not that she would have complained if it was, it was just.. eating alone felt kind of lonely.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 9:27 pm
Herryk burst into laughter, watching Freya messily eat the biscuit. He paid no mind to the crumbs that littered the fine fabric of his shirt. His laughter dimmed slightly when she asked him if he was going to eat anything. There were a few things he had to choose from -- the spiced cider smelled delicious, the meatballs looked tasty -- but that jam, oh, that jam.
Herryk took his fingers and dipped them into the jam, reaching for Freya's ankle so that he could smear it along her skin. He didn't stop there. Herryk painted up her leg, along the inside of her knee, even continued further upward. When he ran out of jam, Herryk merely reached for another dollop. The bright, vibrant red of the berry jam was an interesting contrast to Freya's pale skin.
Blue eyes lifted, heavy-lidded, as Herryk moved his jam-coated fingers from Freya's leg to her lips. He smeared the sweet stuff along Freya's lower lip before muttering quietly, "Herryk is going to eat. Herryk is going to feast."
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 9:41 pm
And then the world faded to black, everyone get out of the thread you perverts.
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