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Tweak says, "Check this out"

Kuja (darkmessenger) wrote in erato_dr,
@ 2010-05-02 02:20:00

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series: breath of fire, series: final fantasy ix, series: neon genesis evangelion

Event; open mostly
Despite there being as much to do as there was, this sorcerer couldn’t help but stop and marvel at the unexpected sight of a garden in the night. Lanterns flickered from their posts, illuminating a small path weaving in and out of the greens. Though he didn’t need any more distractions, the event postponed being him figuring out just how he ended up here, there were neat baskets with fruit inside of them on little tables to further deter him from the intended task. How convenient; he was just thinking about how the only other thing to save his predicament would be a snack.

Plucking a few out, the wandering on his part continues until he’s inside the large building which appears to be enclosing the garden itself, checking rooms while occasionally taking a bite out of a rather big apricot. The plump, juicy, and orange fruit is gone with a matter of seconds, and for a reason he can’t explain he’s craving more. One after another he consumes, opening doors into other rooms as if it’s his business, eventually tiring of the unproductive search. In another section of what may as well be this castle he stores himself in, taking seat on one of the large sofa chairs while deciding what to eat next from his collection. They were only fruit, after all, so how harmful could they be? It couldn’t hurt to indulge.

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firstchildren
2010-05-04 09:22 pm UTC (link)

[Rei doesn't understand what's happened - within seconds, she's on her back and he's above her, entering her so fast that it almost knocks the wind out of her lungs.]

Mnnn... [She wriggles a little, not exactly trying to get away but attempting to adjust to her new position. The shock has cooled her arousal a little, leaving behind a vague nervousness about what this man is capable of, and what he plans to do with her pinned like this.]

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darkmessenger
2010-05-04 09:54 pm UTC (link)

[Once the initial sting of re-entry has gone, there's only a second to pass before he's moving into her again. Any adjusting done earlier would have helped, but given the quick tempo he has picked off from the start it would not seem like it had been enough. Despite being as rough as he was, hands cup her face gently, contrasting harsh, unforgiving actions with gentle ones.]

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firstchildren
2010-05-04 10:03 pm UTC (link)

A-ah - ah - ahhh - [It's moving too fast, too hard - she has no time to make sense of the sensation before it's happening again, and again, making her feel bruised and tender inside despite more than adequate lubrication. Is this how it's really meant to be?

Then he touches her face softly, and she looks up at him, her expression puzzled. She doesn't understand this at all.

There is something, though - every now and then, one of his thrusts hits a spot inside her that makes her see stars. She arches her hips, trying to make more of them hit the mark, and her small, alarmed sounds slowly become closer to moans. Yes, that's better.]

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darkmessenger
2010-05-06 03:53 am UTC (link)

[As much as he enjoys the volume of noises produced by a rough session of intercourse, the ones offered by a lover who's willing and pleased are just as rewarding. Feeling her move against him, controlling the aim and precision, gives him enough of a hint about her level of enjoyment.

With a few grunts he's picking up the pace even further, hardly tiring, mind and body focused at reaching one goal. Whatever the hell overcame him did so strongly to be able to entice him to do this to someone he doesn't even know. They haven't even exchanged names! As much as he might be kicking himself for this later, he just can't stop. Not until they're done and satisfied, or at least he's satisfied. Call it selfish, but that's usually how he rolls.

Slowly, but surely, palms drag along her skin down to her waist and eventually hook under her thighs, lifting her legs bit by bit, both at once, so they nearly fold back all the way against her front, making it an odd angle to plunge in but the access so deep and whatever spot she had hoped to be hit abused so much easier.]

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