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 Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 11:03 pm
Jerome nodded and moved back, his face blank, but a saddness in his eyes. He was used to travelers coming through and staying very short amounts of time, but with Sol...why did it hurt to know he was leaving? He didn't know him that well, he had no reason to be attatched to him, no reason for it to be worse than father Gulier leaving, and yet it was. And it didn't make any sense.
He turned away from Sol and went back to the table and picked up his tea, his back still to the demon, "You will be welcome here if you ever find yourself in need of a place to go again. So long as I am still here, anyway...Vous serez toujours accueillera avec moi" You will always be welcome with me
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 11:11 pm
When Jerome spoke in french, a sound that could only be described a whimpering squeak came from Sol as he bit his lip so hard his fangs punched through. Yet aain he had to grab the counter to keep from falling...and ravishing the priest. His grip on the counter was so hard there came a cracking sound as his nails dug in, a large crack appearing where it seemed he was going to rip a chunk out of it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 11:15 pm
Jerome furrowed his brow and looked back at Sol and exclaimed, "Sol! What are you doing?" He rushed back and tried to remove his hands from the counter in vain.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 11:24 pm
Sol's hands were almost painfully hot when Jerome touched them. Feeling the priests touch only added more fuel to fire and Sol's claws dug in deeper as the the urge to kiss, claim, attack, kiss, touch, ravish, kiss...to do something to the priest became so strong it was almost a physical pain. Eyes screwed shut the young incubus bit his lip one more time, drawing more blood as his fangs punched through, the pain distracting him just enough to keep possibly harming the priest.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 11:53 pm
"Sol, you're bleeding," The priest said, his voice worried and tinged with fear, "I do not believe you when you say that you are fine, now." He wasn't sure what body temprature was normal for demons, but he was fairly sure that this wasn't it. He touched Sol's lip, where a drop of blood was threatening to fall onto his chin.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 12:03 am
When the blood touched Jerome's skin, it tingled with what could only be descibed as power, and whatever control Sol had was brushed aside by the priests concerned touch. Turning his head he pressed bloodied lips to Jerome's and kissed him, his tongue snaking deeply into his mouth, the taste of his blood, strong and surprisingly sweet, sending another, stronger, tingle of power through the priest.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 12:11 am
On some level Jerome had been expecting this and froze up only very briefly. Having no idea what he was supposed to do, he leaned into Sol, kissing him back awkwardly. It was clear that he had no experience with kissing another person, at least, not like this, but at the same time he seemed able to adapt to the situation. Shivering at the feeling of power the blood exuded, he pressed himself against the demon, wanting more.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 12:35 am
More blood found it's way into Jerome's mouth, the taste of living power intoxicating as, using every ounce of his harem honed skill, Sol molded his body perfectly to Jerome's and he pressed the kiss deeper. Luckily, some semblance of coherency remained, just enough for the incubus to temper his assault, going slow, patiently showing Jerome the many things that could be done with, and felt through, a kiss.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 12:48 am
Following the demons silent instructions Jerome figured out what he was supposed to do with his mouth other than suck the blood from his lips, which he was sorely tempted to do. After a few moments the need for air overrid his desire and he broke the kiss, blushing and panting against Sol's shoulder.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 2:46 am
Slowly he pulled his nails from where they were embedded in the counter and buried one hand in Jerome's hair as his other arm went around the priest, holding him close. Body still shaking faintly from the effort of holding back he nuzzled the priests neck, licking before pressing his lips to his pulse, reveling in the feel of the rhythmic rush of blood.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 11:44 pm
Jerome shivered and moved his head to the side to allow Sol more access to his neck. He kept his eyes closed for a moment, trying not to think about what was happening. He sucked his breath in sharply when he felt his tongue on his throat and pressed closer into his lips, unable to think anymore.
"Sol," He breathed, trying to remember what he was going to say. There was somehting important he had to tell the demon, but he couldn't remember. "Sol, quel est ceci sensation?" What is this feeling?
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 1:09 am
Sol whimpered and clutched at Jerome as another wave of overpowering need ripped through him. Unable to hold back any longer, the young incubus had just enough conjtrol left to move to Jerome's shoulder as he bit down, sharp fangs piercing his skin and drawing blood.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 11:27 am
LQ Ceres_3LD "Hey, Rio. C'mon. Snap out of it." He shook him a bit, choosing to ignore the threatening words. "Your scaring me..." He whimpered. Too fast for the eye to catch Rio's arm shot out. Razor sharp claws pierced Aki's throat as his hand closed around it in a punishing grip. In slow motion his head turned, revealing a pair of wide open green eyes as empty and lifeless as those of a doll. Moving with stiff, jerky movements, almost like a marionette, Rio moved to the furthest parrt of the branch that would support his weight, still holding aki in that punishing, unbreakable grip. His hand tightened, completely cutting off the Kitsune's air supply and coming dangerously close to severing his jugular. (...better late than never yeah? x_x Sorry. Just been kinda...eh. SO not in the mood to RP here. Work stress plus issues with friends and family. And Xan has been getting s**t beat by school. Things are smoothed out now thankfully. Lets see hw long they stay that way) Aki gasped and squirmed to get out of Rio's grip but realized that wouldn't do any good, and perhaps only make it worse. He stopped struggling and shut his eyes tight and the grip tightened. "R-Rio... I'm sorry...!! Please..." He gasped and started to feel the tight burning in his chest that came with not being able to breathe. His own claws had at some point become imbedded in the pale flesh of Rio's wrists though now the death grip had started to loosen.
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