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His entire demeanor seemed almost dilatory as he sat cross legged within the painted circle of blood, the creamy shimmer of pupil-less eyes sheathed behind the caulked shell of crimson lids. Even in this leisurely recline, however, the chiseled perfection of his physique bristled with power, the raw current exuding from every rippling cord with scathing heat.
The tranquil lounge offered a sense of reverie that was wrought with reminiscence surrounding the encounter at the Inn, how the power -- the emotion -- had consumed him within its embrace and saturated his entire being. Just the thought of it was enough to make him quiver, a fluid shudder that caused only the smallest twinge of release. How the consumption of such organic elation and predilection could make him purr. The coupling of this energy with the natural eroticism emitted from one as potent as Aolani, who was nearby and ever seductive, transformed the crash of the invisible waves into an onslaught of power that turned blood into fire, and bliss into ecstasy. Gorged with lustful vim, he returned the emotion to the room; a calculated volley that sent the efficacious tide back across the landscape of the Inn, a sightless beckon searching for unsuspecting souls.
And one was found.
He had twined his empyrean grasp around her ethereal mane and gave a sharp yank, indulging in her resistance as her latent regard was immersed in the intensifying swell of pure emotional flux.
But, most importantly, what he had done was wedge the apparitional door open for his more devious tarriances. As an Incubus, a creature whose entire will thrives off the strangling grip of seduction, he is well aware of the tantalizing affect of foreplay...in all situations. The perfunctory embrace at the Inn was pleasant, but its overall purpose was not to elicit anything from Niamh other than a connection: A bridge.
The pearly seas of his sheathed gaze emerged with the ascension of eyelids, their methodical rise comparable to theater curtains.
Before him stood the supple length of beautiful legs parted to signify a capricious demeanor, the incline of those eyes bringing the owner of such alluring stilts, Aolani, fully into view. She stood just beyond the parameter of the bloody circle, the shadowy and sheer diaphanous gown that clung to her body as though a desperate lover nothing more than a farce of demure decency.
"I se poate introduce?" She asked, the words rolling from her sensual lips with a wanton purr and dripping covetousness desire, seeking entrance.
"Da." He replied.
The sight of her ambrosial smile was enough to make the masculine sinew that laced his impeccable frame ripple with euphoria, anxious to know her pleasure again soon. It seemed the hunger for her flesh was insatiable.
With slinky leisure she stepped inside the ring, joining him. The delectable length of those legs carried her before him with just a few steps until she lingered within his vicinity, small feet astride his crossed legs, the proximity dangerously close.
" Gust-mă, Aukai."
" Mulţumesc," the whisper nothing more than a smoldering breath as he leaned forward and consumed her.
The touch was persistent, loitering upon her flesh until the familiar throes of ecstasy deluged her. Her searing moan was quickly accompanied by a clenching hand within the silken length of his carmine mane, holding him fast, indulging in said persistence.
With the altar prepared, he slowly withdrew, pulling completely away from her upon a lithe draw of liquid length, a slithering agility showing adept prowess for such a prone position. He stood erect before her, the extension of his crimson hands claiming the erotic swell of her hips, and slowly began to turn her in a clock-wise motion that was easily executed with her flawless elegance.
" Suntem aici pentru a vă conecta cu sufletele pierdute," the raspy nuance of his voice reflecting the molten arousal that surged through him. "Aici este nava mea. Eu sunt pod." The circuit completing with Aolani facing away from him, gracing his malevolent gaze with the sight of her bowed back, among other things.
A creamy-smooth descent lowered her with balletic ease to the floor, hands and knees spread at parallel width to welcome the arrival of another, her jeweled cat-green eyes looking up at him over her shoulder amidst a cascade of her chocolate tresses. "La-ma, Aukai. Sunt gata."
There was no denying the licentious coil of his tantalizing mouth, even though he tried to ward off the devious grin. Regardless of the spell, he could not resist his nature, and the sight before him was too prurient to ignore.
He lowered behind her, and the spell began.
His entire demeanor seemed almost dilatory as he sat cross legged within the painted circle of blood, the creamy shimmer of pupil-less eyes sheathed behind the caulked shell of crimson lids. Even in this leisurely recline, however, the chiseled perfection of his physique bristled with power, the raw current exuding from every rippling cord with scathing heat.
The tranquil lounge offered a sense of reverie that was wrought with reminiscence surrounding the encounter at the Inn, how the power -- the emotion -- had consumed him within its embrace and saturated his entire being. Just the thought of it was enough to make him quiver, a fluid shudder that caused only the smallest twinge of release. How the consumption of such organic elation and predilection could make him purr. The coupling of this energy with the natural eroticism emitted from one as potent as Aolani, who was nearby and ever seductive, transformed the crash of the invisible waves into an onslaught of power that turned blood into fire, and bliss into ecstasy. Gorged with lustful vim, he returned the emotion to the room; a calculated volley that sent the efficacious tide back across the landscape of the Inn, a sightless beckon searching for unsuspecting souls.
And one was found.
He had twined his empyrean grasp around her ethereal mane and gave a sharp yank, indulging in her resistance as her latent regard was immersed in the intensifying swell of pure emotional flux.
But, most importantly, what he had done was wedge the apparitional door open for his more devious tarriances. As an Incubus, a creature whose entire will thrives off the strangling grip of seduction, he is well aware of the tantalizing affect of foreplay...in all situations. The perfunctory embrace at the Inn was pleasant, but its overall purpose was not to elicit anything from Niamh other than a connection: A bridge.
The pearly seas of his sheathed gaze emerged with the ascension of eyelids, their methodical rise comparable to theater curtains.
Before him stood the supple length of beautiful legs parted to signify a capricious demeanor, the incline of those eyes bringing the owner of such alluring stilts, Aolani, fully into view. She stood just beyond the parameter of the bloody circle, the shadowy and sheer diaphanous gown that clung to her body as though a desperate lover nothing more than a farce of demure decency.
"I se poate introduce?" She asked, the words rolling from her sensual lips with a wanton purr and dripping covetousness desire, seeking entrance.
"Da." He replied.
The sight of her ambrosial smile was enough to make the masculine sinew that laced his impeccable frame ripple with euphoria, anxious to know her pleasure again soon. It seemed the hunger for her flesh was insatiable.
With slinky leisure she stepped inside the ring, joining him. The delectable length of those legs carried her before him with just a few steps until she lingered within his vicinity, small feet astride his crossed legs, the proximity dangerously close.
" Gust-mă, Aukai."
" Mulţumesc," the whisper nothing more than a smoldering breath as he leaned forward and consumed her.
The touch was persistent, loitering upon her flesh until the familiar throes of ecstasy deluged her. Her searing moan was quickly accompanied by a clenching hand within the silken length of his carmine mane, holding him fast, indulging in said persistence.
With the altar prepared, he slowly withdrew, pulling completely away from her upon a lithe draw of liquid length, a slithering agility showing adept prowess for such a prone position. He stood erect before her, the extension of his crimson hands claiming the erotic swell of her hips, and slowly began to turn her in a clock-wise motion that was easily executed with her flawless elegance.
" Suntem aici pentru a vă conecta cu sufletele pierdute," the raspy nuance of his voice reflecting the molten arousal that surged through him. "Aici este nava mea. Eu sunt pod." The circuit completing with Aolani facing away from him, gracing his malevolent gaze with the sight of her bowed back, among other things.
A creamy-smooth descent lowered her with balletic ease to the floor, hands and knees spread at parallel width to welcome the arrival of another, her jeweled cat-green eyes looking up at him over her shoulder amidst a cascade of her chocolate tresses. "La-ma, Aukai. Sunt gata."
There was no denying the licentious coil of his tantalizing mouth, even though he tried to ward off the devious grin. Regardless of the spell, he could not resist his nature, and the sight before him was too prurient to ignore.
He lowered behind her, and the spell began.