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 Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 4:02 pm
 Graveyards.
Man, Keelah freaking hated graveyards.
Not that he was superstitious or anything, he did not feel uncomfortable in them and his skin did not crawl; however they were never a place he wished to be. He had seen bodies before, he did not mind skeletons or the sight of blood; it was not that what bothered him. It was just the whole concept on death in general, it was just so final. He did not like to dwell on the subject and wanted to put off his final curtain call for as long as what was possible. Nobody wanted to die but few people loved life as much as Keelah Se'lai.
More so, the ground was always so muddy and for a man who wore as larger heels as he did it was a real downer. The blue haired guy had already gotten stuck three times. He was wearing a simple costume today, his hair up in a high side pony tail and falling to just bellow his chest. He did not really know what was appropriate to wear to these places, so he decided to play it safe. This dress was simple, clean and even though it had its own charm he preferred things with a bit more UMPTH.
The stars in the sky were just coming into view in an abyss of black, purple and blue ink. There was hardly a cloud in sight and the hooting of a owl could be heard in the distance. Keelah put a hand on his hip and rolled his eyes. "Yes, because that is not just fitting." It was not often nature lived up to such an obvious stereotype. The night air seemed thick with irony... how he wished he was in a seedy little bar in Moonfall right now. Alas this could not wait.
If he was here, he needed to know, then he could put this case to rest once and fall all.
... and what was a more fitting place to bury the past?
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 4:43 pm
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Every graveyard had its charm, had its past, and had its shadows that crept around. This one was no different to the many she had been to recently, except it was currently occupied by someone very living.
Lutea had paused behind a large and somber tree with a small jar of dust...corpse dust, used in a recent ritual to cleanse old spirits out of an old home. Spirits had to go somewhere, you know? Placing them back into a cemetary gave them choices, really...it was just part of her service to return them here, and she hadn't counted on encountering someone else here, so she couldn't help but watch this dear-looking girl wandering through. Humans, she had found, were ever-so-fun to play with, every so amusing with their shyness about their bodies and the cute way the girls squirmed in horrified embarrassment and shock when she squeezed their cute bosoms.
Before she had truly made up her mind, she found that she had already snuck up behind the blue-haired girl, and wrapped her arms around her stealthily, one hand rubbing up her side to cup her brea.....awh, how cute, she was flat-chested......Well, she could still make her squirm by running the other hand down her tummy, between her thi---...ii.......ghs............
Lutea gasped and almost toppled backwards. "A...male!" she cried, ejected into a state of shock. "You're a male! What kind of ruse is this?!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 5:06 pm
There was someone here.
Before he could react the woman had her arms around him, he stayed still, quiet, curious. Now that my friends, is what he called a knock-out and he was not complaining about the attention, not one bit. "Huh?" He tilted his head rather confused as the woman moved her hand to cup his non-existent breast. Thank god he did nothing in half measure and he had gone through the effort of wearing a rather lacy black bra. "Ooooh?" He giggled, rather liking the way this was going, he leaned back, sniffing at the woman's sweet sent, pressing his lips against her neck gently - it was more of a brush than a kiss.
He was starting to like graveyards. Maybe a little too much.
Keelah bit his lip as her hand ran down his front... and then. Wait, NO! THAT WAS SO CRUEL!
The beautiful woman pushed him away and he turned to face her. Oh, clearly she swung that way, what a shame. He raised his hand to his lips, finding the whole thing amusing. He had learned to laugh at himself long ago, this was not the worst reaction he had got off a person by far. "Oh sweetling, you look surprised and we were doing so well. Romantic scenery, stars sparkling in the sky, here was me thinking you were up for a little fun." He twisted his hand quite elegantly, batting those long eyelashes of his. Clearly the fact he did had a- ahem, that he was male made her uncomfortable and he wanted to play on that.
It was revenge for mildly getting him in the mood for things that he was sure they were not allowed to do in a graveyard.
Oh well, its the dead that missed out ultimately, it could have been quite a show. "Well you see that is what you get when you prey on innocent little girls with their bouncy blue hair, small perky breasts and little black dress's, they can be quite a handful... wouldn't you say?" He wiggled his eyebrows at the word handful, his movements very dramatic, he even pushed his chest together when the word breast escaped his lips. She on the other hand had quite stunning breasts, he wished he at least had the chance to feel them before.... well before this happened.
He pouted at her words. "Ruse? RUSE? Darling this is art." Keelah clicked his fingers and smirked. This took time and effort,but clearly not enough for this little madam to appreciate.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 5:32 pm
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Lutea watched with stunned eyes as the gir---the male in front of her made it more and more obvious he was a male under all that get-up, and even though the reality had already hit her, she still denied it.
Standing, she shuffled back over to him, looking him up and down very carefully before kneeling and abruptly flipping up the front of his 'dress', running her hand up his, but stopping abruptly before...before....
"This was a trap," she remarked, peering up at him with her azure eyes, eyes that reflected the ghostly light of the moon which enhanced the spiral pupils she had. She stood to her full height, continuing to inspect him and circle him, before approaching from behind again, cupping his 'breasts', uncupping, and recupping, and finally she settled for curling her arms under her own bosom, gazing speculatively. "You intended to lure me in so you could have your way with me, didn't you! You must have been spying, you knew I'd come groping around if I saw a cute little girl in a black dress in a graveyard...but I'm not so easy with males." she smiled temptingly, wagging her finger at him. "Males have to work for it if they want to feel these." she imitated him, squishing together her sumptuous breasts, and releasing them so they wobbled slightly in her outfit.
Lutea pressed her index finger to the boy's chest, slowly tracing it down to his belly. "So what is the name of this one who attempts to ruse poor, poor Lutea~?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 6:16 pm
Now, Keelah had met some foward girls before, but none had ever one this on first meeting. He stayed still, eyes wide. For the first time in his life he did not know is he was in control or not, was this shock? Or just shamelessness? He had nothing to hide after all and was certainly not embarrassed about his... equipment. He chuckled at her, shaking his head and patting down his skirt as she stood up. "Hey easy tiger. If you want to feel me up so badly you should just say." He shook his head but the next thing he knew she was groping his chest and flinging accusations his way.
He had never felt so manhandled, ever.... he liked it and if she kept this up the next time she pulled that trick she would find out just how much he liked it.
He raised an eyebrow at her accusation, tilting his head and flicking his side pony tail. "If I am not mistaken you came to me? I assure you my way of courting is much more elegant and much less grabby-grabby... well, for the most part at least." He winked, as her finger ran down his chest. Talk about mixed signals... it was obvious to see the flash in his eyes as she pushed her breasts together. Now that was just mean. "I do." He smirked reaching ahead quickly and pinging the strap that bound them together, getting just a small glimpse of cleavage.
"Though its cruel and hardly fair that you will not grace me with the same pleasure that you have taken from me." He rolled his eyes dramatically, she had done nothing but felt him up and he was not allowed to do the same? He listened to the words she was saying and all of a sudden it made sense, she like her girls innocent and easy and her males... well he would just have to find out. "Oh I see, so that is the game you want to play. How... interesting. Your a fiery one, such beauty and passion can be a deadly yet ever so satisfying combination. Alas I am here for business not pleasure and even though I am ever so tempted to raise to said challenge, it is a task for another day." He could not forget why he came here, even though she was trying her best to make him do just that.
"My name is Keelah, how I wished all girls gave such warm greetings." He grabbed her hand as it ran to his belly, now that was just the final straw. He pulled her towards him quite forcefully, planting a kiss on her lips before letting go and turning away.
... Now, where was he? Ah yes he was investigating.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 8:25 am
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That sudden gush of warmth from the flesh of his lips made Lutea tingle from head to toes. Ooh, such delicate, sweet warmth, how she yearned for more, all the time! Lutea managed a faint little lick at his lower lip before he pulled away, then brought her fingertips to her mouth, tracing the residual warmth with them before wriggling in a cat-like demeanor. "Warm~ I want more~" she cooed, a playful and coquettish smile gracing her mouth.
She could have easily snatched another in return from him, but Lutea wasn't usually the aggressive one when it came to males. While she wasn't shy to press her bare belly against their backside or touch any exposed flesh to feel that precious warmth, she enjoyed to be the innocent girl in her game with men.
"What a coincidence, dear little Keelah, I too am here for business." Giggling impishly, she withdraw her little bottle of corpse dust, wiggling it before his face before tottering some distance away towards a group of nameless graves, where she popped the cork on the bottle and twirled around, letting the dust fly out and douse the graves. There was a slight change in the atmosphere as she did this, and if he had been an exorcisma like her, he'd have heard the soft sigh and moan of the spirits she was placing back there.
"My business is done. What business does someone like you have in a graveyard all alone at night~?" She scooted her rear onto one of the headstones, her legs dangling off the ground as she kicked them in the air like a little girl, watching Keelah curiously.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 12:18 pm
Keelah looked on as the girl sat casually on a headstone after her dance. Blue eyes looked at her long legs as they swung back and forth, she was a playful one and she was not without a certain charm. "I am looking for someone. Someone who may or may not be diseased." That might sound strange to someone who did not know the full story so he went on to explain a little more. "His name is Vrys Se'lai. He has blue eyes and dark hair, if he is still alive he would be in his early forties but he could have died anytime in the last ten years... or he could be alive. That is what I am trying to find out." He shrugged, it was not often he shared his burden with others, however he also knew when he had to ask for help. He had no leads, none as of yet.
He looked back over the girl and gave her a small smile. "No point tracking down a dead man." He added as he began to walk over, she looked so lovely. Her long dark hair, her azure eyes and moonkissed skin, the setting complemented her appearance and the moon almost made her glow. This was her territory he knew, and bit by bit he began to try and piece her together. She was interesting, and that made him want to know more about her. Maybe she would let him... examine her in closer detail, he hoped that was the case.
"So your an Exorcisma? How enchanting. How about this then, my fair lady." He asked as he stood infront of her, taking down his hair so it fell and curled over his shoulders. His eyes looked to connect with hers, eyeconact was something he always longed for and she had such enchanting eyes. Keelah then kneeled down at her feet; reaching out and placing a hand under her leg, the one with the stocking that ended at her knee. With his free hand he then began to pull down her stocking slowly, the material stroking her pale skin. "If you could maybe ask the nice spirits here if they know about said man I would make sure to..." He paused. His voice was soft, a little more than a whisper.
The blue haired student was trying to be as agreeable as possible, he wanted this girls help and with any luck his actions would win him just that. Besides, it was not like it was any sort of chore playing nice with a girl like Lutea, she had certainly caught his interest and he was more than happy to entertain her. This my friends was what he liked to call a win-win situation. He pulled the material down to her boot before his hand started to stroke up her bare leg, her skin was so soft. "Show my appreciation." He finished as he learned down and started to kiss up the girls shin towards her knee.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 12:53 pm
Truth be told, Lutea would have asked the spirits that lingered there free of charge, but who was she to reject such a sumptuous offer? "Perfect observation, I am indeed an Exorcisma, human being." she smiled invitingly as he neared her, her legs crossing ankles, but allowing themselves to be uncrossed as Keelah worked his hands up her leg and began to pull down the material of her shorter stocking.
His hands were surprisingly warm on her tender flesh, and small bouts of heated shivers ran the course of her body as he replaced his hand with his lips. A hand raised to her mouth and she let out a soft, bubbling bit of laughter, reaching out with her other hand to stroke her fingers through those long, sky-colored locks. "Oh my, are you going to steal away my stocking, Keelah? It's the only one I have that length, you know~" She flicked her shoe off with her other foot, and pressed her slender toes into his shoulder, keeping him at bay, a playful smile still curled on her soft, inviting lips. "Of course I don't mind to ask them, they are, afterall, quite interested in what is going on here, so we already have their attention." Her smile curled into something of a mischievous smirk. "Perhaps that excites you, knowing you were being watched....Huuhuuhuu~"
Her azure eyes closed as she took a slow inhale, scenting the air. Old dirt. Old tears shed over graves. Remorse and happiness, suffering and vindiction, loss and gain. Graveyards always smelled so....unique. Her lips moved, forming words yet no sound came out but the occasional breathy noise. It was the language of spirits that those beside her kind could not hear, or understand. She waited, eyes opening slightly, and turned her gaze back to him.
"They say.... Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like banana." She grinned joyfully, before shaking her head. "There was never anyone here of that name, nor have the spirits here heard of him. Perhaps the one you seek is among the land of the living. However, the ghost of an elderly woman would be glad to go home with you in his stead." She giggled softly. Some spirits still amused her, some simply annoyed her. She tried not to feel for the ones inbetween, there were just...so many.
"Curious, little Keelah, how were you going to show your appreciation, I wonder~?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 2:42 pm
Keelah pulled the stocking off her foot and brought it to his face. It was still warm from the heat of her leg and smelled like perfume. In the old days maidens used to give Knights tokens, maybe she would allow him to keep this?
He smiled, in truth he aimed to steal more than just a stocking, it was a shame she hid her frame under fabric and he was almost itching to see what pleasures where hidden underneath. He listened and waited as she talked to the spirits, letting out a small chuckle of amusement when she told him about the old lady. Then his face took a more serious and somewhat seductive tone. "A shame, but I appreciate your efforts." He bowed his head slightly as he kissed her ankle which was now rested on his shoulder.
She certainly was not shy when it came to the realm of contact. He was pleased.
She was such a tease. In truth the only spirit who would have bothered him to observe was absent, so he was willing to play along. "I would not deny them a show, I am sure this is more excitement than they usually get... maybe the sight of bodies intertwining and hums of pleasure will be a welcome break from tears and mourning." He leaned back slightly, taking her foot in his hand and rubbing it affectionately in a massage like motion. He stayed there for a moment, eyes running up and down her slender legs. Was this really happening? It almost seemed too good to be true... then her words snapped him out of his dream.
"Curious, little Keelah, how were you going to show your appreciation, I wonder~?"
It took all his self control to keep the smirk of his face as she spoke. He looked up at her before slowly standing and wandering around the tombstone on which she sat. He stopped behind her leaning down and placing her hands on her waist. "Why by giving you what you want sweetling. Where you not just moments ago requesting more kisses... more warmth.~" His hands ran up her sides and cupped her breasts for a moment, playing with the fabric that hid them from view. He brought one hand up her collarbone and pushed her long locks away from her neck before it ran down her arm.
"Unless its you who has stage fright." He whispered in her elf like ear, the hand that ran down her arm finally rested on her leg as his lips made contact with her neck. He pulled her closer to him, his heart racing as he did so.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 3:22 pm
The lightest hint of a blush crossed onto Lutea's cheeks, and for a long moment she was trapped in silence, watching Keelah's advances on her. A small breathy whimper had managed to escape her mouth when she felt the firmness of hands on her breasts, and at first all she could do was nod. "..Yes," she purred gently, her eyes becoming hooded and misty. "Warm things are so very, very good to my kind~"
She found herself scooped into his arms, her body brought closer to his, and Lutea yielded so very easily, anything for that precious warmth she so craved. Human beings, she had found, were very interesting creatures. Some were so charmingly shy of their bodies, of touches and nibbles, and others seemed to crave it and yearn for it as much as she did, though there was a peculiar sense of difference in these cravings. For Lutea, it was a form of affection, playfulness and a way to exchange warmth and good feelings.
"I'm curious, little Keelah~" she took a small nibble of his ear as she spoke. "What is it you are feeling and wishing for, when you have my warming body held so close to yours?" She was practically in his lap, with her legs on either side of him, her bare belly pressing against the front of his dress. "What do humans feel like when they are like this? Not all of my kind are like this...or express themselves this way, you know...but the ones from my shrine always did. Warmth from a body is so yummy."
She could feel his pulse escalating, wondering where his thoughts were, what he was anticipating.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 4:05 pm
Keelah did not know how they got into the position they were, but he was not complaining in the slightest. He closed his eyes as she nibbled on his ear and spoke. Her words confused him some, it was not like any pillow talk that he was used to. She was so so strange... but that was what he liked. That was half the spell she had over him.
His hand held her back as she leaned against him, his legs between hers. She was so close now, he had her in his arms and her touch excited him.
He smiled softly and leaned forward, holding her close as he pushed her against the ground which was slightly chilly from the night air, but that made her all the warmer. He laid ontop of her, his arms by her head and long strands of blue hair framed her face, shutting them away from the outside world. "I can not speak for all human's. We are all different afterall and I am counted among the strange, you do not find many boys wearing dress's. However, I can tell you how I am feeling and hope that is enough to answer your question?"
He leaned down and kissed her jawline, letting his lips fall onto her neck before pausing and leaning close to her ear. His voice little louder than a whisper. "It comes in ripples, that shocking feeling that runs up and down your limbs. The hollow feeling in your stomach when another touches you, the feeling of your heart beating faster in your chest and knowing that theirs beats in tune with your own." He did not know what answer she wanted, so he would just have to tell her the truth. "I find, in situations such as this the senses are heightened. You are able to smell everything, feel everything and taste sweetness in your mouth. You feel alive, separated from troubling thoughts and the world outside those few moments when all that matters is the warmth of the person your with."
He leaned up a little to look into her eyes, tilting his head slightly. "I do not know if that was what you were looking to hear, however the way I see it our bodies are meant to feel, to touch one another. If not it would not feel as good as it does; and I am not just talking about acts that should be conducted behind closed doors. Even this, this feels amazing, having you this close." He leaned down and kissed the dark haired girl on the lips, they were moist and tasted as sweet as he imagined they would. After a moment he leaned back up. "What do I wish? Oh, but I wish for so much. For now, I guess I wish to keep warm for just a little bit longer. How about you Lutea?" He asked softly, wondering how she would respond.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 4:21 pm
Lutea shivered as the coldness of the ground pressed against her back, yet she was covered with a warm blanket of male on top of her, even if he was dressed almost as feminine as she. One leg had become caught on his thigh as he made to lay atop her, and she shivered, though not from the cold.
"It does feel very good, It's nice to shiver from heat rather than cold." her lips curled into a smile and then a hungry pout as his lips met hers, the softness and warmth of his melting into her own. The hint of his taste was there, and curiously, she wanted to try it, the tip of her tongue lapping at the top of his bottom lip, almost beckoning entry into her own mouth. Humans, she found, tasted rather....good.
"What do I wish, I don't yet know, dear little Keelah~" she purred from underneath him, her fingers inching up under his dress inside his thighs, rubbing up his sides. "Aren't you being dominant for one in a dress~? Or perhaps it's that you want to prove just how much man you are under this dress~" She smirked playfully, although somewhat lecherously, her position under him displaying a form of submission.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 5:48 pm
Her words were short and simple, but it was enough to make him smile. He welcomed her tongue into his mouth when she kissed him, for a moment getting lost in the embrace that they shared, it places butterflies in his stomach and heat in his cheeks. This time it was him left wanting more.
Then when she spoke he shook his head, he had that one coming. "You seem to forget the dress comes off and I am still a man underneath." He stated softly, as her hands moved over his body his eyes never really left hers. A chilling wind blew past him, blowing his hair upwards, it was getting late. So late but he did not want to leave, his lust out-measured his bodies need for rest.
This whole situation seemed like a scene that would be wrote into one of those cheesy romantic novels, it sure looked like it was going that way. Objections, he had none.
"If I did not know any better I would think you were trying to undress me." He smirked, leaned up and kissing his way down her neck, down her bust and then down her stomach, hovering over a particular area before he sat up, looking at her elegant frame spread across the ground.
He smiled, reaching over to run his finger under the rim of her shorts, just enough to twang the elastic on her skin. "Is that what you are truly aiming to do sweetling? If so, I could happily take you somewhere more private, then you can find out how much a man I am under this dress." His eyes where playful, bright against the darkness that surrounded them.
Oh yes, he liked Graveyards very much.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 6:08 pm
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Lutea's laughter bubbled from her lips as she sat up. Her blood was pumping hot now, but would she really let this one go all the way there on their first meeting? She wagged her finger reproachfully at him, her lips still mischievously smiling. "You'd have to overpower me, I'm afraid, dear little Keelah." she placed her open palm on his cheek, running her thumb down his jawline. Another playful giggle sounded from her throat as she traced her thumb gently across his lips. "I fear at this moment, it wouldn't be very easy for you, would it~?" Her index finger slid down his throat, to his chest, down to his stomach and temptingly down the innerthigh of a leg. She wanted to rouse him, to kindle the beastly flames all males held within them somewhere. "I can't just let you have your way with me if you can't dominate me with manly aggression, now, can I~?"
She pulled her legs from under him, leaning forward on them and planting a chaste kiss onto his lips, savoring the taste of him one more time. "Thank you for warming me, dear little keelah~" she cooed in his ear, twirling a strand of his long, sky-colored hair around her index finger.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 6:32 pm
She was such a tease! It was infuriating! Intolerable! So very hot.
He listened to her, eyes unmoving as she continued to play with him. However his stern face soon melted and he shook his head, his eyes closing and breaking contact with her for the first time since this started. "Funnily enough most human girls prefer sweetness to down right dominance. You are a fiery little minx if I ever saw one." He stated, his eyes opening slightly to look at her finger wrapping around his hair.
Keelah never liked to feel like he was pressuring someone and usually waited for signals before making his move. To have something happen to let him know that they thoughts matched his own. Yet, there was no harm in meeting what she desired. Infact it might be fun to play a new role. He reached forward, his hands brushing her breasts once more before they grabbed hold of her vest, pulling it apart rather forcefully before sliding the material down her arms, leaving behind only the strap which bound her chest. "I can play rough, if that is what you want." He smirked, feeling his heart in his throat. She was beautiful, ever so beautiful.
He wanted her. That much he knew.
He kept hold of her arms, leaning forward to kiss her once more. He did not not want her to go, he wanted to get lost in the game they had been playing. Keelah pulled her towards him, pushing his lips against hers, his hands running up her arms to her neck before his fingers began to stroke through her long, thick hair. He rested his forehead against hers, breaking away from their kiss for a moment. "Is this more to your liking sweetling? Is this what you wanted?" He whispered moving to push her towards the ground once more, his breathing heavier than it was.
The cold night could no longer be felt because of the heat that was radiating from them both, the hooting of an owl the only reminder they were infact in the open.
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