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 Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 6:41 am
This started between myself and Lat on msn...We decided to run with it.   Our Msn Convo: Quote: Mort: *Growls at the thought of Aveshar touching her like that* He'd better wash after hes been with that harlot... Quote: Aveshar: *snarls back* I've "BEEN" with no one... And Briseis isn't a harlot.. She's merely submissive... It's how I like my females... Underneath me.... Quote: Mort: Shes got more kids than you are old...Waiting for one of em to call you daddy..*Smirks, then eyes him* Betcha like your boys under you too.. Quote: Aveshar: *snaps at her* I am no one's "Daddy" *growls* Nor a sire... They are bastards... But she has submitted to my will, and I will do what I want, when I want with her.... As far as males.. *smiles* wouldn't you love to know? Quote: Mort: Being all Sub isnt as fun as breaking a dominate you know..no where as near as enthralling, or passionate..Do what you want with boys..Makes no difference to me.. Quote: Aveshar: *smirks* You can only break someone once.... Beating them down a step at a time is much more fun..... Quote: Mort: Depends on the spirit you break, some of them go back to normal if you break it slowly...grow back stronger the 2nd time. *Tosses her hair* Im not breakable.. Quote: Aveshar: *smiles and paces over to her, rubbing his body against her* But I would so loooove... To try.. *growls* Quote: Mort: *Ears flatten against her skull* And end up broken in the process...*Her tail flicks* Quote: Aveshar: *laughs* You can't break me, Petite Morte... But I would so enjoy if you tried... *presses against her harder, growl-purring in her ear* Quote: Mort: *eyes narrow in on him, as she decides to play back. She lets herself press against him, the sharp sides of her feathers to flick against his side* I break everything... Quote: Aveshar: *laughs* No wonder you have no toys... I could get you one though.... Do you need a toy Mort? *presses against her a little harder, nipping at her neck* Quote: Mort: Toys dont get their own Aveshar...*Her tones chill* If I need my itch to be scratched, I'll find someone to do it quickly and silently..*She bites at him, putting her front paws on his side and lifting herself up, letting her claws bite into his skin* Quote: Aveshar growled deep in his chest, a laugh rumbling through him as he shoved her down, laying atop her and pinning her against the ground. "And if I want to scratch mine?" He asks, pressing down on her. "Then what will you do, oh Delicate Mort?" Quote: Mort, lets out a low growl as she twists her head around and snaps her jaws at him. "This wont break me..." Her jaw muscle twitches.."..Will only piss me off Aveshar dearest.." Her ears pin even further against her skull. "Kill you..." Quote: "Dearest?" He grinned. "I doubt your master wants me dead, nor does he want that word comming from your lips.. Shame shame little girl.. You're with the big boys, remember?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 6:44 am
Her growl darkened at his words, her shackles rose as her tail thrashed about behind her. He weight considerably more than she did, so this was a most unhappy position for her, Mort snarled.
"You think he wants you drooling on something that belongs to him? Your not that special,Aveshar.." She snapped, her eyes narrowing. "Get off me before I give you a taste of why I'm his assassin." she rarely used her voice to speak..she was furious.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 4:10 pm
He laughed, bearing her down with his weight and superior strength.
"Not that it would make a damn bit of difference if you did sweetheart...." He crooned. "Who cares why you're his assassin? I'm the son of a Song and a Dream... I'm a Death-Note and a Nightmare... And you can't kill me..."
He leaned down and licked her cheek, whispering in her ear. "Not any more than you can break me..."
With a final push, he backed off of her, grinning all the while.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 4:20 pm
"Your not immortal Aveshar.." She closed her eyes, she could picture his bloody and maimed body laying lifeless at her paws, of course her master would be furious but even he'd understand her fury and bask in it.
She couldn't believe what had just happened, he'd actually taken her. In a way, no one had ever dared to. Her eyes snapped open, as his tongue touched her cheek, her paw collided with his muzzle, claws positioned to rip the flesh as she ripped it away. "You b*****d.." she growled deep and low in her throat. "You really think anyone gives a real damn about you? Your a nobody Aveshar, a nobody. And those who say otherwise are liars...they just want to be able to claim that they've been with you..." She spit at his paws as she rose. "Your nothing more than a common harlot yourself..just not in the way most are.." Mort was ready to kill him.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 2:22 pm
"That which does not live cannot die..." He rumbled without a tone, ignoring her claws in his hide. He glared down at her, gaze burning. "A harlot, am I Mort? And in which way do I whore? I have not whored for power. I do not whore for love, nor hate, I know no passion shared with another... I have only my strength and the surrender of others to my will... I carress your body, and you act as though I have violated you... Trust me, Precious Toy..."
He purred. "If I violated you, you would know it. If I was a whore, you would know it."
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 2:29 pm
"Your last breath will taste just as sweet nonetheless" She growled, her head was lowered as her shoulders were arched up. "Your 'caress' is just as disgusting..." She looked at him from a glare.
"You wouldn't dare to violate me, my master would take your hide for it.." She wasn't actually sure if he'd do anything, or welcome her new found rage. She hopped her bluff would work on Aveshar, but she doubted it.
"Whore is such a filthy word, try harlot..let it roll off your tongue, it has a much more sophisticated sound to it." She let his other words fall on deaf ears.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 2:39 pm
He rolled his eyes. She was nothing more than a stupid female after all? And he had had such high-hopes for her, as the Devil's Little Toy, she had some potential, some standing in his mind. He let his dissappointment show in his face.
What a waste of what could be so delicious.. So tempting...
"You are not worthy of anything from me." He replied, extracting himself from her claws and pacing away from her. "If any is the harlot here, it is you... You bed the devil. And for what?"
He smirked over a powerful shoulder at her. "For mercy? You got screwed, sweetheart..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 2:51 pm
She whipped around, "Excuse me? Bed the devil? Surely you jest? He has others for just that, I am not one of them." Her ears pinned back once again. He here went again, shooting off at the mouth, what an egotistcal male.
Mort was actually pure in that since, she died at a young age having never really known another lion besides her mother. No one had ever touched her as Aveshar had just dared to, and even threatened.
Rising to her paws,. she turned away from him, but before she walked away, she looked at him from over her shoulder,"Break me my asss.."
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 2:57 pm
"As in the fact that you are bedfellows." He murmurs, rolling his eyes. "No matter... As for breaking you?"
He laughed. "What does it matter? You don't want that from me... And I don't particularly want to give it to you..."
He shrugged. "But then, I don't usually want to give anyone what they 'want'... "
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