*Odette looks up from her position as she hears her name.  Before, she had hidden her face behind the long blue hair, cheeks burning from embarrassment and inability to move.  All of her body is marked by her struggles against the invisible hold, soft gray eyes meeting her master's.  Even though in pain and upset to be talked of as such, she slides off of her bench and moves silently to them.  The dress she wears, hardly more then a sheet flutters with each movement.*  "I'm so sorry, pretty thing.  I can't help you... I won't help you."
*With that, Odette's gentle hand cupped underneath the soft of Akrah's arm, drawing the blood into her mouth.  Being human, it tasted foul to her, but the girl kept it in her mouth.  Arching upwards to Narin, hesitantly she pressed the delicate pink of her lips to the cold of Narin's lips*

*Her delicate body presses against her owner's, one hand lightly grasping her shoulder with the kiss.  Her bit tongue causes her to tense slightly, thoughts becoming light and far away with the loss of blood.  Hazily looks up at Narin, her trusting expression suddenly pained by the question.  She didn't like the idea of the Akirah being so upset.  Most likely she'd be upset alot, so perhaps it'd be better if she died instead of being made to feel that.  But, Narin seemed to enjoy her, so that's what was the important.*  "Keep her?  She's fun." 

*Eyes slowly focusing away from Narin, her body still touching, her pale hand plays with Akirah's hair.*


(OOC:  Odette is so creepy -lol-)

*Odette is easily tossed around, her wrist biting in pain from the force.  The girl seems almost unsurprised by the slap, not even raising a hand to touch the abused flesh.  Apathetically she watches as Akirah is almost killed, not having the slightest care of the girl's life.*
*The sharp pain of the fangs pierce her neck, causing her to cry out in pain, jerking backwards from the sensation.  It stings, becoming lightheaded and everything around her becoming brighter for a moment.  Finally the girl collapses, the smallest of a smile on her lips.*

How very true about the wording thing. Ive always through some analogys to genitalia sounded almost silly. (Not that i like it any better being blunt and trashy.) Just, sometimes it's so funny to me that it takes away from the sexiness of the story. Im one tough customer when it comes to erotica i suppose.

I have a friend on DA that likes to write erotic stories for me. I let her borrow my characters and she writes wonderful things. although a little amateurish, i enjoy reading it a lot. And SHE dips into some KINKY things. (and not so kinky, brutal things.)

You better believe if i was able to write that i would write up a storm of stories ranging from completely original to....i don't know... Myself and Daniella from haunting ground... (ooh...i think i turned myself on a bit. )

Last edited by KissingT.Kiryuu (10-08-2008 06:08:53 PM)

((( This is in response to KaiChou's post above and our joint posting in the Flirt Till It Hurts thread. )))

Warning: Some scenes may not be suitable for very young audiences. Viewer discretion is advised. I see nobody is listening, but is instead eagerly racing forward to read the scene...

*Sighs at the coldness of his lips on my forehead, temple, and at the hollow of my neck*
"Must you torment me?"

*The vampire's strong fingers rip my dress away; his eyes capture mine in an emerald world where there is nothing but the urgency of desire. His body is cold everywhere that he holds me down...my body is so hot and aching in response.*

*Suddenly, unexpectedly, the candlebra winks out. His eyes...on my mostly bared body are all I can see in the darkness.*

"Take me..."

*He kisses my breasts, and glides his fang-tips over my nipples. I arch up helplessly, heedless of the danger. My heart races. I am gasping for air as his lips glide over the vulnerable arch of my inner thighs. His face moves to the juncture between my legs and I am filled with heady excitement.*

"Please...yes, I've been waiting...for mmm...you!"

When will he take me, all of me, the way I both fantasize and have nightmares about, I wondered silently. When will he...drink me?
*I blush at my own thoughts. Suddenly he leans close to whisper in my ear what must surely be an answer.*

"Yes, m'lady. You are like wine, and I'll drink you to the last drop."

"Master," I gasp.

*He moves my hands to slide his frock coat down, and unlace his ruffled shirt. Next our joint fingers undo his pants. I want to do more but he is guiding my fingers into his mouth...and then...*

"Ow!"

*Pain and pleasure fill me in one hot rush as he pierces the flesh between my thumb and forefinger. It hurts...in a way that makes my core pulse for more of him. Now he is kissing me as he cups my backside and draws me closer. And then...he fills me.*

"Yes!"

*I want more of him - I wrap my legs around his waist and press my aching breasts against the cold hard lines of his chest. Every thrust of his is matched by a moan from me...I want more, more. It's so much and yet the sensation doesn't seem like quite enough...*

*Suddenly his fangs penetrate my neck and pleasure overwhelms me in a flood of fire.*

"Mmmmmm."

*I barely feel anything anymore except for the tidal wave of ecstacy beginning to break inside...now his hands are clawing my back, now he is pressing deeper into my neck, now his thrusts into my wetness are violent and masterful. Sensation explodes into nothingness.*

*Distantly I feel him lay me down as he whispers to me.*

"To kill you is to lose you forever... so I’d rather leave you begging for more in the nights to come."

Cybering 0_o that'll teach me to scroll down threads without paying attention.

Warning:  This is called the Love Hotel for a reason.  Not meant for the easily offended or young.  Okay?  Okay!

*His lack of reaction maddens her as he predicted, blue eyes narrowing in the slightest bit of annoyance and added aggression.  The apathy only increases her desire to dominate, to control, the frustration of her helplessness only magnified by his passive amusement at her desire. Bright eyes darken as his mock gentleness, about to play at submission, but is suddenly stopped.  The delicious sound of his groan hardly registers on her ears before both of her wrists are caught to her side, expression transforming to a rebellious little smile.*

*The smile soon disappears from the strength and speed she's pressed against the wall, head falling back and pulse already racing with adrenaline and desire.  Wrists suspended above her, she has little choice other then to watch his actions.  She struggles pointlessly against him, all of her curves brushing against his bare chest.  The thin material of her clothing does little to mask her curves or form.  As the belt is placed around her thin neck, her lips part slightly in surprise.*

*Wrists now free, Kozue slides her fingertips down his back, creating little electric lines of sensation.  Before she has chance to reply to his comment, their lips touch as the belt begins to cut off the flow of air to her lungs.  Forced to breathe through his rough kiss, her cheeks begin to redden at the desperate heat forming between her legs.  Slowly her world becomes both brighter and far away, her quickened breathes doing nothing to slow her racing heart.  Helplessly one of her arms fall back to her side, little pleading gasps sounding in the back of her throat.  Unwilling, unable to submit yet, her kiss remains as dominating as ever, digging her nails into his back with her free hand for support.*

Warning:  This is called the Love Hotel for a reason.  Not meant for the easily offended or young.  Okay?  Okay!




*Kozue rocked back against Touga, gasping against the cold of the wall.  Now completely helpless, she had no choice other then to feel and submit to the whims that Touga held.   Lips whispered against her ear, the teasing words spoke as if he where addressing a child of an unfortunate fact, which only added to her obvious defeat.*

   "Oh? Trying doesn't always mean you'll win--even if you give it your best."

*The teasing words made her bite her own lip hard enough to almost bleed, a strange mix between him and wanting to make squirm beneath her all the more.  So slowly he moved in and out of her, Kozue couldn't stand being taken like that.  It made her writhe, each little muscle wanted him to push into her without sympathy, but instead he worked her up so slowly.  More intensely then before he pulled on the belt again, quickly followed hand snaking between her and the wall, until her body threatened to give out on her.*

   "Don't you agree?"

*Finally the restraint was pushed away, and she was pulled forward to meet the seitokaichou's eyes, lips descending down upon hers.  Her blouse was ripped, but she hardly cared about that at at time like this, instead her arms worked quickly around his waist, gasping air through his kisses.  As delicious as it was to feel his chest pressed against hers, his words had provoked a different thought in mind.*  "Don't doubt me." 

*Finally having all parts of her body free, Kozue pushed Touga down to the floor, straddling him easily before he had much chance  to react.  There would be no way to restrain him, or keep him from getting control again, but at the very least she'd be able to keep him distracted with a bit of a view for a while.  With annoyance she tore away the rest of her shirt until there was only a white bra showing.  Slowly she slid herself over him until she was positioned over him, blue eyes looking down at him as his hardness slipped inside her.*