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Raina Maris. (raina_maris) wrote in manchester_rpg,
@ 2010-09-19 18:46:00

When my brain's ticking like a bomb.
Who Raina & Jack, then Desmond
What Booze fixes all the problems in the world
When Sunday night
Where By the pond
Rating R (language and sexual situations)
Status In progress

It was a dream that had Raina wanting to leave campus for the night.

Lately, most of her dreams had been dark and she woke aching, both physically and emotionally. Her mind was tired from screaming and she felt like she was spinning out of control. Last night she'd found herself in the middle of the woods. Her heart had been racing as her eyes dated around through the mass of trees that surrounded her. She could hear leaves cracking underfoot as something took a spin around the shadows. She turned to try and catch a glimpse but she just barely saw the back end of whatever it was as it disappeared once more. "Who's there?" She called out, though she didn't expect an answer.

Turning, her feet kicked up dirt as she started to run through the woods. Her body bumped into the thick tree trunks and she could feel the bruises appearing on her body. But she couldn't stop. Heart thumping, she continued to run as the creature, or whatever it was, got closer and closer to her. She head towards a clearing when the creature on her tail snagged her foot. Raina fell to the ground, feeling the dirt staining her face. Flipping herself on her back, she prepared for an attack but nothing was there. Out of breath, her eyes darted around the circle of the clearing. As she did, the trees around her started to grow crookedly, wickedly. The branches bent like fingers reaching for her menacingly.

She screamed and backed up until she could get to her feet. No sooner had she taken a step away from the reaching fingers then they had gripped her. They wrapped around her, pinning her arms at her sides as they roped around her waist. The other ones started to claw at her violently, like an animal tearing her flesh into ribbons. Blood dripped from her body until she woke up violently. Drenched in sweat, sheets tangled around her body, it took almost fifteen minutes to pull herself together and realize she'd been only dreaming. And they had been getting worse every night.

This last one had felt so real that when her eyes laid on the clock and she'd realized that she had slept all day, she decided there was really only one thing that she could do to calm the thoughts of blood and destruction.

And that was alcohol.

With a bottle of jack daniels shoved in her bag, she threw on a skirt (in the chance that she wanted to get in the water) and a tank top, followed by a pair of slip on flats. Then Raina was out the door. She didn't want to be there right now. All she wanted to feel was numb. She had been hoping that, much like what most people told her, the ache would lessen with time. She had been all but hoping that one day she would wake up and it would hurt less, even just a tiny bit, but she'd had no luck with that. Every morning hurt just as badly. What if she never recovered? She didn't want to be reckless, but she didn't want to be in pain. So she didn't waste any time getting down to the pond. Stopping beside the water, Raina sat down and pulled out the bottle of whiskey. It started with a few shots. The burning in her throat as she swallowed each shot helped, but she wanted more, needed more.

She wasn't sure how much time passed by a quarter of the bottle down, Raina was laying back on the ground, staring at the sky. She hummed to herself as she twisted the bottle open again and held it against her lips to take another sip. Her cheeks were flushed with the taste, eyes watery from the buzz.

This was definitely helping.

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poeticmisery
2010-09-25 03:10 am UTC (link)

He could feel her clamp down upon him and shiver, her body tightening in the most wonderful way as he groaned and paused as he felt how tightly she gripped him, his own wave of pleasure crashing against him though it was not enough to send him over the edge. He lingered there for a moment as he watched her body beneath him, panting raggedly, weakened and spent. A slow, twisted smile spread across his features as he seemed to adjust his jaw and finally let her bruised wrists go, looking down at her for a moment as his fingertips laced inside of her hair and suddenly he jerked her up by it to plant a long slow kiss upon her, forcing his tongue between her lips.

But rather than the sweet tastless saliva that she might have tasted, an unfamiliar coppery thick taste would assail her senses as he held her there roughly against his lips, sealing her mouth closed so that she would have her mouth filled until she swallowed that first thick mouthful of blood. It would burn like fire going down inside of her, stinging and burning like her insides had when he claimed her, and yet the sensation would go away much more quickly... and would be replaced with a pleasure near comparable to the one that she'd just felt... a horrific crash of endorphines assailing her senses as he forced her to take a mouthful of it, knowing that she would naturally want more...

For that would be the next sensation after the rush, the longing for more of it, even as it felt as if every one of her senses came to life at once. She would seem to feel every thread of her skirt beneath her, every cell of his skin that touched her flesh, each droplet of blood that trickled down her throat, and every inch of that thick manhood that violated her insides... The blood would cause the injuries on her wrists to start to fade slightly as suddenly her body would be filled with energy again like an overwound clock as he pulled from her, blood dripping from his lips across her breasts as he leaned back....

Then with a fluid motion his hands moved under her legs and pulled her up against him as he leaned back, pulling her close to him, her nipples rubbing against his rock hard chest as he lifted up her supple ass off of him, seeming to threaten to release it from her before suddenly dropping her back down, letting her own weight drive her down to impale herself on him, then repeating it, his hands gripping her waist a little firmer as he started to bounce her on him harder and faster, leaning forward to bite her lip slowly...

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raina_maris
2010-09-25 04:56 am UTC (link)

She was a wreck. There was no better way to describe it.

He took control of her and she found the most intense pleasure in that. Raising under his body, Raina looked up at him to watch that face and those eyes that had hypnotized her from the very beginning. There was truly nothing that would compare, nothing she could use this moment to assimilate to. He had her in every way one person could possibly have another. Rasping in her heavy breaths, she tried to desperately hold onto something to keep herself on the ground but it was impossible. Pleasure stormed inside of her, raging out of control as she tried to catch her breath. Her thighs trembled with his thrusts, his hardness pushing against a spot inside that wrecked her senses.

And just when she was sure that she would pass out from the the intensity of it all, something happened that made her entire body shake. She had absolutely no control and found it addictive. With him still buried deeply inside of her petite form, she trembled violently and everything around her exploded into a million different pieces. With her neck elongated, she cried out and while she was trying to catch her breath, she felt practically blinded with the sensation. His name hung on her lips like a prayer that she hadn't known she even had the words to. The absolute most pleasurable feeling settled on her and she felt as though she had a hundred hands all over her body, all touching her sinfully in different places. They continued to touch and pleasure her until she just laid back, wrecked and weakened and wonderfully satisfied.

She barely had a chance to catch her ragged breath when she felt him tug at her hair, pulling her up from the ground. She had needed his strength now because she hadn't been sure she could hold herself up if he hadn't been there. It felt like she was completely buzzing, and that rough hair tug had started to waken something else, something that she couldn't explain and hadn't even known existed. Sure the pull hurt, but it also made her brighten. What was it about pain exactly that shook her already active hormones into hyper drive? Even without the answers to that, she let the feeling wreck her as his mouth pressed against hers.

Her fingertips took that moment to finally touch his abdominals which felt just as hard and well defined as she had originally assumed they would. She touched the skin and the swell of the muscles, tracing her nails gently and teasingly along the lines of that well built stomach. It was only at that first coppery taste that she tensed. At first she wondered if she had maybe bitten him by mistake and when she went to pull back, part their kiss and look up at him, she felt him pressing her into him harder than before. The small trickle of blood was clearly not just a simple cut. Her hands moved from his stomach to his arms, wanting to stop him because she could suddenly hear his voice in her head, telling her what it was to him to share blood. She made a noise of protest in her throat that stopped just as quickly as it started. The blood began to fill and without a place to escape, she didn't know what to do. Her nails cut into his skin as she tried not to swallow until it was took much. With one last attempt at protesting, it was enough to give a small bit of room for the blood to start to slide down her throat.

As it had been with the kiss, it was just a small trickle at first, something she wouldn't have thought of, until that second gush hit and she practically gulp the hard lump down. The heat instantly filled her up from the inside out. It burned in her belly and stung her throat, rising up and spreading out to every inch of her. Now with the blood swallowed, she could pull from his kiss and bent her head slightly, coughing at the unexpected sensations that now roared through her body. It was more than just the taste and the heat. It worked from the inside out but everything became so much more vivid, and it was that realization that had her now aware that the initial burn and ache had started to subside. But there was so much more that brought her to life.

She could feel everything and it was overwhelming.

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raina_maris
2010-09-26 11:41 pm UTC (link)

There was so much that she couldn't concentrate on all of it at once. But what she mostly concentrated on was the way that he felt inside of her. It was more than feeling how long he was, she could feel how big as well. She could feel how he took her, and the desire that craved more. She could feel every time his hardness moved even by the slightest bit. She felt how satisfied he had made her, and the desire humming back to life for more, and the tender ache of both pleasure and pain that assaulted her every sense. Something filled her that banished that weakness she had felt moments earlier from her first real release. Instead she felt.. energized, ready and willing for more, wanting everything.

Slightly darkened eyes gazed at him as he leaned back a little. She watched his movements like she was seeing him again for the first time. Staring, she watched his eyes trail from her face, down her neck and across her breasts. His simple gaze made her feel like two hands were touching her every place that he looked, and it made a hard knot in the pit of her stomach. She flicked her tongue out along her lips where she could taste a few spilled drops. This time, it didn't taste the same as it had the first.

Once she cleaned her lips, she felt him moving her lip a doll, pressing her roughly against his chest. Looking down, she noticed the drops of blood on her chest. Wiping at them with one long finger, she raised it to his mouth and spread the droplet across his lips, not moving her fingertip to his tongue when his lips parted. Instead, she closed the distance between their two mouths and kissed him, tasting the blood on both of their tongues. The moan she gave more was animalistic, feral. Another kind of desire was hammering at her and that was for more. More of everything. More touching, more kissing, more of him being inside of her, more.. blood.

More of his blood.

More.

Staring at him, she didn't entirely expect it when he dropped her. One second he wasn't inside of her at all and the next, she felt him so deeply from this new angle that she tossed her head back, hands gripping his shoulders tightly as she cried out. Passion was a real thing that she could touch and consume, and it could apparently touch back. When she could rasp in a breath, she moved one hand to rest over her belly button. It felt like he had managed to move all the way up there and she was only slightly surprised that she couldn't feel him trying to force him way out of her stomach. There wasn't a lot of time to waste with those thoughts however as he did it again, then used his hands on her hips to help her move up and down on top of him.

She looked down when she could manage it to see how he looked disappearing inside of her. Even looking intensified this. And without needing to break through anything, there hadn't been that sudden pain as there had been the first time. With the nibble on her lip, Raina scratched his back with her nails, leaving what she was sure would be raised, pink lines on his back. She wasn't sure how quickly they would heal, but she couldn't seem to be bothered with any kind of logical thought. She bit down on his lip so she could taste that sweet copper again. Desire was the most perfect beast.

A moment later, she broke the kiss as he helped her ride his impressive length, and she moved her mouth back to his ear. There was a light nibble on the soft flesh there, but as she moved down to his neck, feeling simply took over. And once he was as deep inside of her as her body would allow, she let the ocean like craving loose to wash ashore. It had her biting into his neck harder than she would have expected, not stopping until both her hands used her nails to prick into his back and she could, once again, taste his blood--this time coming from where she bit him.

Nothing made more sense to her than this, and them. Together.

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