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lestat_00 (lestat_00) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-11 22:29:00

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complete, day 7, lestat de lioncourt, pheromones, richard riddick

Day 07
Who: Lestat and Riddick
What: A Secluded Rendezvous in the Mountains
When: Day 7, Around 4:00 am
Where: In the Mountains
Rating: TBD
Status: CLOSED-COMPLETE

Pitch black...and Lestat was loving it. He strolled leisurely along the foothills of the mountain range closest to the resort that had become his new home. Out here there were no lights, no candles, no lanterns and at four o'clock a.m., no other 'guests'. The vampire needed no artificial means to move about in the sacred night...his preternatural eyes could see in the blackest night as if it were high noon.

A being as powerful as the vampire Lestat didn't really need sleep...or the restful state that vampires slipped into. While others slept and enjoyed their dreams, he walked and reflected on his day or the coming day. This morning he thought of his past few days. In his long illustrious life he had never met a 'Vampire Slayer'...he had met those who tried to kill him, of course, but no actual mystically powered 'Slayer'. Now, here on some planet in a galaxy on no Earthly map, he meets a Vampire Slayer and fucks her in the same night. He smiled showing his fangs to the night sky...what a wild one that Faith was...he wondered what would have happened if he had stayed the night.

Passing around an outcropping of pinkish-grey stone, Lestat stopped and exclaimed, "Mon Dieu! Black Orchids?!". A small patch of the coveted and rare 'black orchids' stood beside the path as if they grew there naturally. The bemused vampire bent and plucked one of the dark maroon flowers and held it to his nose, "Mmmmmmmm", he sighed with a hedonistic pleasure that startled him a bit. He felt a bit light-headed and his body tingled delightfully.

Slipping the orchid into the lapel of his jacket, he suddenly realized the air all around him was slightly scented by the delicious flower. He now thought of his newest muse, the boy Maxxie...he levitated into the air and smiled...he had stalked Maxxie yesterday...the golden-haired boy was his fountain of ambrosia. Maxxie quickened him in so many ways.

Lestat levitated over a small peak, enjoying the night air and revelling in the overwhelming scent of the orchids and the way it was making him feel...when...he spotted someone moving below. "What is this?", the vampire asked himself, "He moves in the dark without the aid of a lantern or flashlight?". Lestat knew he had to inspect.

Dropping out of the sky, the vampire Lestat landed just in front of the muscular man, who happened to be the same height as himself. Think he noticed the eyes...those wonderful, magnificent eyes! "Good morning, Mon chere!", he purred, "What is such an exquisite man doing out here all alone without a chaperone?".

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lestat_00
2008-07-28 05:22 pm UTC (link)

Lestat could feel the Furyan’s will bending to his own…the kiss was being returned with an almost equal passion and…was he thrusting his hips forward? In his pheromone-induced lust, the vampire paid more attention to the hand on Riddick’s crotch than the one restraining him and soon found the tables turned on him…he was now being slammed against the mountainside.

With his body being almost as tough as the rock it was being driven into, Lestat threw back his head and laughed uproariously, “Oh Richard, you really are such a funny boy!”, he leaned forward and licked the hand that was wrapped around his throat, not even trying to escape, “You can’t choke that which doesn’t breathe”, he purred. The vampire’s free hand caressed Riddick’s chest and abs, “I could give you so much pleasure. I’ve had centuries to learn, you know…Mmmmmmm…how long has it been, Richard, since another has made love to you? How long since your body was worshipped for it’s beauty?”, his hand moved up to caress the man’s face as he looked into his eyes, “Two beings exchanging raw need…no commitment…no ties…no responsibilities…just needs filled”, his hand trailed down from Riddick’s face, over his chest and abs and stopped at the waist of his pants to linger teasingly…his fingers danced around the man’s waistband and then, with a smile, he unfastened them and slid his hand inside. “I see you are not bald everywhere, Richard”, he teased. Reaching lower, he first fondled and then grasped firmly…"I think your father must have been a minotaur! What a set you have on you...", he squeezed, "...play nice and you can keep them!".

With his other hand, Lestat grabbed hold of Riddick's arm in a steel-like grip and wrenched it away from his throat. He rolled his head around on his neck to get all the kinks out and thn looked the object of his affection in the eyes again...and smacked him...HARD...hard enough to make his nose bleed. "Now, I've been giving you all of my affection and opening my heart to you, Richard and you've been...well, just plain, rude". He ran his tongue over his full lips. "I want you to kiss me this time...unless you want me to tear off thse melon sized balls", he squeezed and yanked to make his point.

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r_b_riddick
2008-07-30 05:39 pm UTC (link)

Riddick had spent enough time in Slam to not be picky when it came to bed partners by any means. Not that this was going to lead to where the creature thought, Riddick told himself. But gender was not something that played in his choosing of who he fucked. So he was human sort of. And though his mind didn't want to bend, didn't want to yield. His body might have been having other ideas. Even as Riddick had gotten the upper hand for even just a small moment, his body was still responding to Lestat's attentions.

Riddick would also never admit to anyone especially this creature that he was right. It had been a long time since Riddick had touched another or allowed another to touch him. He couldn't explain it. He kept telling himself it was because there was no time. He spent a majority of his life running, surviving so unless he was in Slam where it was a matter of self preservation more than pleasure, Riddick had not been with another. It was being shown that Lestat would not be one that was defeated easily by the means in which Riddick would normally use and he was beginning to wonder if he truly wanted to hurt the other man. To escape? And despite the fact that Riddick was supposed to be in control now, it was clear that he had done nothing but outrage the creature and well it definitely had an interesting outcome to it a very desirable affect.

A body that Riddick begged silently not to react, was doing just that as Riddck moved his soft, yet firm and very knowledgeable hand down his chest and abs. Trembles and even very subtle catches of breath were Lestat's reward for his continued effort. Riddick was beginning ot think it was very dangerous to fight this man and useless. It was made clear that Riddick was right when he felt the caressing near waistband and then heard the zipper of his pants being pulled down. Though every part of his mind was scareming to fight, to pull back, Riddick was lost within the man's words and voice. He suspected Lestat could always get what he wanted. And that in fact he always did regardless.

Riddick bit back a wince when his wrist was grabbed, the creature was most definitely powerful and strong as Riddick already knew. Then he felt the slap, the pain that went through his face and nose especially from the slap. And licked his lips just in time to taste the first trickle of blood his his lips from his nose. Added to that pain was the pain of Lestat pulling at his balls and it wasn't exactly light. However, Riddick growled, a sick, twisted type of smirk twisted on his lips. The demand would not be met so easily, despite the threat of harm.

"I didn't ask for your attentions and still not sure I want 'em.' Then he paused, narrowing his eyes at Lestat. Bringing up his free hand he managed to pull back with enough strength to bring his palm across the pale cheek of the other man. Of course Riddick wasn't stupid enough to think it would make a bit of difference. And though there was force and strength behind it, he doubted it was enough to make Lestat stop. And moving was clearly not an option to Riddick. And again he wondered if he really wanted to. Might as well have some fun with this, Riddick thought.

"Can't always get what ya want. a want it? You're gonna have to make me."

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