rowan burke will break your mind (![]() ![]() @ 2013-11-10 01:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2013 november, ~25 points, ~~justine (youwontlikeit), ~~thomas raith (lovekillsdinos) |
Who: Justine & Thomas Raith
What: Talking about vampires.
Where: Their apartment
When: Evening, 11/10
Warnings | Status: Sex, nudity etc. | in progress
Justine's body quivered with release, the muscles contracted in little spasms of pleasure that rolled through her. She sat astride him, gave a soft moan, then slumped down against him and curled her arms around his shoulders, pressing her breasts to his chest. She was breathless, dazed and lost in the hazy confusion of Thomas' demon. It sucked away her life, her energy and everything she was as a person. All autonomy and personal agency slipped from her grasp as she slowly dedicated herself to becoming his thrall. It was something she gave willingly, out of love for him. Was she addicted? Yes. Neither of them lied about that or pretended otherwise. But she also loved him, and he her. That's what required the presence of David, one of Justine's co-workers. Without her regular encounters with him, she and Thomas wouldn't have been able to return to intimacy. And Justine wouldn't see Thomas starved. He needed to eat, he couldn't feed on anyone else without damaging them and why should he have to when she was there and already willing?
But none of that crossed her mind, because in the post-coitus daze she could only float along the waves of an incubus' lust and pleasuring. Her body hummed with it, but she also lacked energy having had it ripped away from her. She smiled lazily and kissed Thomas damp skin, then slowly pulled away from him despite every urge in her body to stay put. The Demon did that and each time they slept together made it harder and harder for her to resist. But resist she did, if only slightly.
Justine slid to the side, and pressed herself against Thomas, wrapping a leg around his own and draping an arm lazily across his chest.
"You were brooding tonight," she said quietly. "I can always tell by the intensity of your need."