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Post by sherli on May 8, 2009 16:15:57 GMT -5
Li bit his lip again, shaking as he buried himself in Merrick and let him take control. His head was swimming, dizziness consuming him as his body took in everything. It was all too much, and he wondered how he had kept up the pace for so long.
He almost couldn't stand the teasing touch, how his body reacted to the touch of such a womanly weakness, his breath quickened, parted, bleeding lips pressed against Merrick's shoulder s he held his head there.
Li was so close now, tears spilling from his eyes with the need for complete release. He mewled again, a gentle, begging sound he emitted. As much as he didn't want it to end, he wouldn't be able to take much more before slipping into a subtle darkness fueled with the pleasure of within.
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Post by deviantdreamer on May 10, 2009 18:06:50 GMT -5
Need coiled through his body; the velvetine flesh of his sac drawing tight to his body. A sign he wasn't far from release. A groan tore from his throat. The wanton noise muffled against the slim pale shoulder he currently had it pressed to. Long fingers flexed and the thumb rubbing against his clit. Timing it to his every driving thrust. Slamming the thick length of his eager cock at a relentless and demanding pace.
Finally he could hold out no longer. His body was taut with pent up need and he desired to feel Li cumming around him. The muscles in that tight sheath clenching and spasming as his thick length pierced him so. "Release for me pet..." He growled; dark masculine demand that accompanied an all to deliberate thrust against that sweet spot within his body.
Merrick wouldn't be the first to release. He desired Li to find his own pleasure first. It was a thing of male pride, a thing of dominant demand that was as base as his need for the body writhing above him.
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Post by sherli on May 10, 2009 18:19:40 GMT -5
Li squirmed, his body twitching from it all. His eyes opened wide, his head lifted up from Merrick's shoulder as he spasmed and gasped, the rest of him releasing all was left inside him. He took heavy, deep breaths as he came within, his energy lax as he went limp.
Out of all the excitement and intimacy, his body ached for relief, for rest. The blonde kept his head between Merrick's neck and shoulder, breathing in his now comforting scent. Only a short time ago he had hated everything about Merrick, now he wasn't so sure what to think about this anymore.
It seemed that although he was in a bath, he was now in more of a need to clean up again, but he would be too tired to do it.
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Post by deviantdreamer on May 10, 2009 20:03:40 GMT -5
A satisfied groan left him at the feel of Li's sheath clutching his cock in orgasm. His body jerked, hips drove further past those quivering slick muscles as his own release followed thusly. Merrick let out a possessive snarl as his seed exploded in hot milky jets within the depths of the blonde's body. It was a hard release, and he ground into his body through out the entire thing.
When it was all said and done, his long arms cradled the limp form against him. His own breaths escaping from his chest in quick pants. The pleasant languid hum of a delicious after glow settled over his form as he calmed himself down from there activities. A hand lifted to grasp for a washrag and begin to clean them both up without removing himself from his body just yet.
Li was to exhausted to do it, and frankly...Merrick had the oddest urge to take care of him. It confused the ancient. He didn't quite understand it, really. Emotion was beyond him and on an entirely differant level. But at the moment, he wasn't questioning it. And an unknowing rumble slid soothingly from his chest.
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Post by sherli on May 11, 2009 14:26:06 GMT -5
Li let out calm breaths, his body content and relaxed, as seemed to be his mind. He hadn't truly been this relaxed in a long time. It seemed all the stress and built up negatives he held inside had left him in this one act.
The tired blonde still knew such a thing wouldn't last. Happiness was always short lived, and for him happiness only brought pain. The witch's curse made sure of that. If she would ever find out he was happy, she would bring her wrath.
He closed his eyes, trying not to think about it. For now, he wanted to be at peace, without a worry. Li could still feel Merrick inside him and welcomed that closeness, nearly used to such a position.
Ril had still stayed in his little ball of self, silent as ever. He had no way of telling that it was over, or what had even happened. The weaker blonde was ever in his own world for as long as someone would let him.
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Post by deviantdreamer on May 11, 2009 15:23:44 GMT -5
He was content to wash him. Long careful fingers rubbing away the lingering remnants of there activities before he turned to scrubbing his hair clean. A patient and careful act, that required for Li to do nothing but lay there save for when he had to lean his head back so the pale strands of hair could be well rinsed. And then without moving him to much, he cleaned himself in the same way and set the rag asside.
Long arms settled back around Li's form possessively. Breathing in his scent as it wrapped around him, much like his body was wrapped around his cock. Merrick slid his eyes shut for the moment being, all but purring at the content feels swamping his form. He still didn't quite understand any of this, or why he would feel particularly wanting of him. But he did, and there was little that would change that. So he wasn't going to question it.
Finally he was lifting the slender form from his cock, if only because he was soft again and he knew by experience Li would begin to grow sore if he remained spread thusly. But he didn't let him go, and shifted his head to nuzzle the curve of his ear. Only them did he reach out to gently tug Ril into his side. If only to drag him from the depths of his own little world.
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Post by sherli on May 12, 2009 18:01:11 GMT -5
Li found himself falling half asleep, drowsiness overcoming him as he curled up closer to Merrick. For the first time in a long time he felt safe, and maybe that was all he wanted in truth. His half lidded eyes watched as Ril was pulled over and he looked sympathetically at his counterpart.
Ril tried to hide his fear, suppressing the chills that ran through his body. Contact wasn't so much wanted as Li's reaction. Too much past incidents left him very scarred, but he tried to hide it, head still kept lowered in submission.
Li looked more at Ril then, spotting a bit of red under his arms, something close to a scrape or any type of injury. He supposed it was left over from the shackles, but he wasn't quite sure.
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Post by deviantdreamer on May 12, 2009 18:23:11 GMT -5
"You are safe, little Pet..." He murmured to Ril, tucking the timid blonde against his side. Merrick could all but smell the fear rolling off of his form in waves. The blonde was terrefied of touch, and while he'd had the urge to claim and mark Li...he had the urge to keep the other safe. Yet another odd sensation that he didn't quite understand. But at this point, it was entirely useless to question it.
The same aura he could use to project fear however, was doing the opposite this time. Projecting a soothing sensation that enwrapped both slaves. As long as they didn't strike out at him, as long as they did nothing to harm themselves...they would not be punished. And Merrick somehow knew he'd favor this pair above all others. As it were, a soothing hum rumbled in the back of his throat.
When he got Ril calm, he'd help them from the bath and take them to bed to rest. Something he knew was needed on both parts.
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Post by sherli on May 13, 2009 14:43:26 GMT -5
Ril looked up at Merrick with unsure eyes, but he seemed to ease up, even before the vampire began to soothe him with his mind. He lowered his head again and rubbed his arms self consciously. It was a nervous habit, just as ringing his hands were. It was hard to break, even when he wasn't nervous.
He winced slightly, having touched a sensitive area that had been on his wrist before the shackles were in place. Injuries always took longer on them to heal, a perfect way of explaining that they were extremely poorly made vampires. They both tried to keep that a secret as well, but that was difficult.
Li watched him still with half closed eyes, trying to stay awake. He wanted to ask his other what was wrong, but he thought it would be better to ask in private - not that that chance would come any time soon.
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Post by deviantdreamer on May 15, 2009 2:27:48 GMT -5
He alternated, petting both vampires. An uncharacteristically gentle action, but he was feeling especially soft at the moment. And languid.Ril was nervous still, anxious. And injured if the wince that came from touching his own wrist were anything to go by.
"We are all clean, I think..." He murmured, cheek pressed atop of Li's head. "It's time to get out of the tub and retreat to bed. You both need rest." There vigorous round of sex hadn't helped the blonde in his lap. But he found he couldn't regreat it, didn't regret it. And was to pleased with the situation to wish he'd waited for his pet to get better. As it were, this pair was his and he'd cemented it more firmly.
But Ril would take time. He was delicate, fragile. And while normally Merrick despised weakness, in this case he simply wished to protect it. And soothe whatever state of mind had placed him thusly so.
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Post by sherli on May 17, 2009 16:07:40 GMT -5
Ril looked up again at Merrick, strangely soothed by the calming touch and atmosphere the room now held. He didn't stare for long, sheepish as always and fearful of upsetting his new master. Everything seemed to be all right, but nothing as always quite like it seemed, so the saying went. Why was he now being the untrusting one? He shook his head weakly, pushing the thought out of his head. This man was taking care of them now, that was all that mattered. And sleep felt like a terribly good thing right now.
Assuming now that Merrick wanted them to get out, he started to move, albeit unstably to get out of the tub. It appeared Li was now fast asleep already; something even Ril felt odd and bit disconcerting. How could he feel so relaxed after all the time he spent not trying to be? ere they switching sides again? It was all very confusing. It was almost too much for the feeble blonde to bare. He knew they were the same person, but they were still different.
Or were they really? Maybe their minds still were one, only just unstable. Schizophrenic maybe, but without hearing voices in their heads, but out. Ril sniffed. He really didn't want to think about this. He just wanted rest...to maybe forget about everything, or the fact he existed. Even if for a moment.
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