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Post by Arrw on Dec 14, 2007 15:55:22 GMT
As commanded, Arrow stood. He turned, urging his obviously inferior body into as much grace as he could command. His eyes were glassy, he tried to hide his birthmark somewhat instead of the obvious arousal he felt, turning his body to one side ever so slightly.
"I hear and obey; I devote myself utterly to you, renouncing all before for you Lilith. I am yours." He breathed it, believed it utterly. Arrow's shifting opal eyes lowered slightly. He had been a stray before this moment, now he would be proper and whole again, with purpose and direction.
His gaze shifted to meet Lilith's again, and his pale hand rose tentatively to her cheek, the back of the joints of his fingers brushing gently against the smooth, beautiful skin of her cheek.
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Lilith
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Post by Lilith on Dec 14, 2007 16:32:11 GMT
Lilith closes her eyes to his touch, exhaling sharply as if to signify the ebbing of her defenses. She takes his warm hand within her own icy fingers and pulls him towards her in an almost forceful manner. Her lips meet with his and she embraces them fully, the weight of him pulled close to her, flesh warm and living. Ahhh, he was hers again, his allegiance pledged with her until she commanded other wise.
Lilith's fingers spark and glow red with the raw pleasure she conjures... her slender back arching to push herself ever closer to him...
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Post by Arrow on Dec 14, 2007 19:38:50 GMT
Arrow moaned involuntarily into her mouth; he was not naive, and knew the touch of a woman, but this was beyond his comprehension and he was falling, melting at her touch and way. He could not control this; somewhere there was fear though mostly it was exhilaration.
His hands moved on their own accord across her back, snaking about her waist and the back of her ribcage.
Part of him wanted to change, to run, but he couldn't muster the energy; all of him was pouring into Lilith. What would she do with him?
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Post by Lilith on Dec 16, 2007 11:49:17 GMT
Lilith smiles, her lips still pressed to his, she can sense his wondering, his uncertainty, his will to react against her almost washed away completely...
Ahh, she had had many play things in the past, but this was different was it not? Lilith had called him in all honesty and good faith, hadn't she? Perhaps this new lover could fill the piece of her sanity that Damien had stolen. Her heart aches at the name. Forget it.
Lilith throws herself into the passion, dragging Arrow with her. Her red nails rake at his flesh, fingertips pushing the raw energy into him. Perhaps the intensity of pleasure only the succubi could conjure would jolt his memory...
((Fade To Black))
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