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Tweak says, "CHICKEN!"

walters_journal (walters_journal) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-05 20:40:00

Current music:	Britney Spears- "Circus"
Entry tags:	!dropped, day 14, location: carnival, merope gaunt, open, rorschach

There's Only Two Types of People in the World
Who: Rorschach and OTA (Merope? Here's yer chance, girlie. XD )
Where: Near enough the carnival
What: In his search for ho-hos, Rorschach wanders into a different part of Vas and experiences different effects. Suddenly, whores don't sound so bad to him.
When: 11:00 AM
Warnings/Rating: R for sexuality and smut
Status: Active

Rorschach muttered as he stumped along, angry that the entirety of Vas Captio appeared to be conspiring against him. He knew the real reason he couldn't find any ho-hos. They had been taken, from him, and hidden or disposed of simply so he couldn't get to them. It just figured.

He was going to kill them all.

Just then, as he approached the carnival, he started to feel odd. Tingly, and giddy, and strangely overheated. He removed his hat and mask, holding the former and stowing the latter safely in his pocket.

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heartache
2009-07-06 04:34 am UTC (link)

While she wasn't experience with many men, she probably wanted this a little more than he did. Her affection for him was quite strong, even euphoric when he started groping around. Unlike Tom, even Morfin's touch she always felt insecure, but not at this moment. This was easy, there was no complications about this for some reason and she didn't mind.

"I..I love you." She said quite boldly, her fingernails lightly moving to expose the skin of his waist and peel it up his chest. There wasn't much encouragement needed, she already knew he wanted her from his hot hand rubbing against her smooth thigh. A tingling sensation ran along her, muffled light moans against his mouth.

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walters_journal
2009-07-06 04:48 am UTC (link)

It actually surprised Rorschach, how uncomplicated this entire business was. The age difference between them, which might ordinarily have bothered him, didn't even register in his mind, so clear was her desire for him.

It didn't even matter to Rorschach that they were relatively out in the open. The carnival was visible, though they weren't technically in it, but Rorschach couldn't see any people. They were probably safe, he thought with satisfaction, as Merope exposed his well-muscled abs and chest. The kissing intensified as her moans encouraged his naturally dominating streak, and he found himself pushing her down, as forcefully as was possible without hurting her, and unbuttoning the front of her dress.

It was expecting a lot, for Rorschach to say "I love you" back. The man had only said "good" when he'd heard of his mother's brutal murder, after all. Emotionally, he was crippled. But if he'd been able to say it, he would have meant it, and hopefully his body possessed well-oiled eloquence his tongue did not.

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heartache
2009-07-06 04:57 am UTC (link)

Granted, she was much younger than he but she didn't give a damn. If anything, she preferred him to be older than her as it was more comfortable for her. She moved a little more to start pushing his shirt off, but she felt him pushing her down onto the ground. Merope went down without a problem, she was settled on her backside and her hand dropped the blanket completely. Merope moved her hands and tugged at his shirt, signalling for him to remove it for her.

She moved her hands to his face and pulled him back so they were kissing against. Of all the acts that were affectionately involved, she preferred kissing more than anything else. In hopes of further enticing, she moved her bare leg against his inner thigh a little, brushing gently enough in hopes of further arousal.

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walters_journal
2009-07-07 07:01 am UTC (link)

Merope, as it turned out, was very good at seduction. It helped, of course, that they were both drugged, but the girl had a natural way of using her submissiveness and sweetness to her advantage.

Maybe it had to do with Rorschach's intense nature and mental instability, or the fact that he never allowed himself to think about sexuality fir fear of encountering impure thoughts or homosexuality in his own mind. But lying with Merope seemed to awaken his most primal desires, and he kissed Merope with ardor that suggested he literally wanted to be everywhere at once. It wasn't enough to kiss her lips, he had to bite and suck at her neck, leaving a dark bruise and an odd sense of having claimed territory. He gripped her hair with one hand, using the other to expose her breasts.

Her bare leg against his illicited a soft groan from the usually stoic man. He kissed her furiously, mashing their lips together, feeling teeth and tasting someone's blood as a result of the overenthusiastic approach. He ground his hips against Merope's the response natural and rewarded by waves of pleasurable sensations. Doubtless Merope would be able to feel his hardness; he reached for her hand, bringing it insistently to his belt buckle. "Touch me..."

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heartache
2009-07-07 07:17 am UTC (link)

His eagerness, the way he intensely moved around as if he needed to be everywhere at once. His lips touched hers, moved quickly to bite and suck so vehemently against her pallid skin until a ark, nearly blackish bruise appeared on her skin. Merope's delicate groans escaped her lips and very much near his ear, both excited and squeaking whenever his bites were a little too hard.

Her own hands moved along his stomach and his sides,"Oh-Oh my!" She said, turning pink when her breasts were exposed. Granted, they weren't without slight scaring as the rest of her, but she didn't give a damn at the moment. Their lips smashed again, her right hand was taken by his and pulled to rest on the belt buckle. "Anything you want.." She trailed off, nervously kissing him again before she got herself only more excited as she moved her other hand to slowly pull away the belt from the buckle.

The way the sound of the leather against the fabric, slipping was always a noise she had always felt excited for. Whether it was good or bad, the sound of a belt leaving a man's waist was enticing. After releasing it, she unzipped him and curiously moved around for her hand to rub against his shaft.

No words were needed, she was more than excited and his lips kept her moans from getting to loud. Each movement he made, she made one as well, her free hand moved to take his hand and placed it against her upper torso.

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walters_journal
2009-07-08 06:23 am UTC (link)

The years spent running and jumping from wall-to-wall of the buildings in the cold New York streets had given Rorschach a compact, strong, powerful body, which somewhat compensated for the bleak homeliness of his plain face. Merope's hands, so small and delicate and soft, only made the muscles they caressed seem harder by comparison.

He noticed the scars, and would comment on them later with more concern than disdain. Like Merope, he was too caught up in the moment for anything except the act they were involved in to register in his brain. Single-minded as always, this pursuit was no different from the ones he usually dedicated his life to.

He stroked her nipple with his thumb, watching it stand at attention, and unable to resist biting and sucking on it softly as Merope removed his leather belt. Her hand against his member was a combination of things; pleasure, exposure, vulnerability, fear, and trust. Returning his lips to hers, he placed his hand briefly near hers, telling her without words to keep teasing him below the belt, and then reached under her skirt and started to explore female parts he had no prior experience with. Soft hair, fleshy petals...

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heartache
2009-07-08 06:39 am UTC (link)

Unlike him, she was not powerful but quite weak. Each of her limbs were soft, even when they were tense his hands could push into her skin with little resistance. Her breathing was light and soft, but he encouraged her to make better noises, a little better for him to hear.

She turned slightly pink in the cheeks as his thumb moved over her nipple, causing it to hardened. Unsuspecting of his next action, she made a gentle gasp from excitement. She used her body to move a little more beneath him, her right hand shifting and rubbing him a little more firmly than she was before. It seemed that he liked it enough, but she wouldn't rub him hard enough to actually get him off. Merope planned on the two connecting.

Each kiss taken and given was loved more than the last, never had she been kissed, touched nor loved better than she was at that moment. As his fingers moved along her thighs, her body was tingly and excited for a little more. It was as if he was already touching her more provocatively than he was.

Merope was young, she preferred a bare, smooth surface down below. As he'd already seen it before, slightly, he kind of knew probably what to expect. "I love you so much." She whispered against his lips.

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walters_journal
2009-07-10 09:36 pm UTC (link)

Rorschach was well aware that Merope was weak. It was one of the traits in her that he liked, that made him feel like a hero who needed to possess and protect something that could not survive alone. Though he treated her somewhat roughly, he never gripped her limbs or rubbed her flesh hard enough to injure her. As far as physical composition went, they contrasted the way men and women were supposed to, his body tough and hardened, and hers soft and consenting.

Rorschach's own mother had not told him that she loved him. Hearing the words was a new experience for Rorschach, one that deeply confused and troubled him. He certainly wasn't ready to say it, even if he was feeling it on some level. But it was also something wonderful, that he craved more of. "I want you," he growled, near the girl's ear, slipping his unfastened pants down past his well-muscled thighs and calves. Positioning himself between Merope's legs, pulling her close, it was easy enough for the man to figure out which parts needed to go together. He breathed out deeply as he entered her, pushing himself all the way in, kissing her hungrily.

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heartache
2009-07-11 01:33 am UTC (link)

While beneath him, she moved as he liked or whenever he pushed, she went with him. Easily, she shifted some, moving her legs so they rested on top of his thighs, allowing better access to her. His low growl in her hear was like heaven to her, her lithe arms went around his neck and pulled him tighter, closer. Never in her whole life had someone ever said those words truthfully, it only served for her affection to raise even higher than before.

His arms pulled her closely to his chest, keeping her tension at an all time low. Her kisses pressed against his collarbone and shoulder, making a hesitated groan, holding him tighter as he moved in. Granted, she wasn't completely healed down below, but she would be fine enough for this. His gentle movements and hungry kisses were enough to keep her distracted.

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walters_journal
2009-07-12 03:12 pm UTC (link)

Rorschach's movements were smooth, confident, and he seemed far more expereienced than he actually was. He was a very powerful man despite his height, and he could best larger men in contests of physical strength. His bare knees against the ground, absorbing the shock as he thrusted tirelessly into Merope's body, his rock-hard abs not cramping in the slightest as he moved, he was glad for the fact that he stayed in excellent shape. It meant that he was able to take the role of an active, aggressive lover.

He found a rhythm that satisfied him, varying his tempo only enough to keep them both intrigued. He grasped Merope's shoulders and kissed her, putting his tongue between her teeth to mimic his deeper thrusts. He liked it best when his entire length was sheathed, when he could feel the tight pressure squeezing him from all sides. Though he was unconsciously absorbed in his own pleasure, he tried very hard not to forget Merope's, caressing her breasts with his shorter, quicker thrusts.

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heartache
2009-07-12 08:53 pm UTC (link)

Unlike her last "lover", she'd never felt such passion in their sex but more or less obsession with her. Each thrust into her was another gasp, another squeal or moan while she tried to move her body with his. She couldn't keep her hands off him now that they'd pass the barrier in which made her completely open to her desires to have him to herself. Her soft, delicate hands moved along his body rubbing and caressing as best she could. Most of her affections were sweet teases to keep him excited, such as her lips kissing lightly on his throat.

His strong arms gripped her shoulders and brought his mouth to hers, his thrusting caused her to constrict against him. Uncontrolled groans followed until his tongue was deep in her mouth, her own delicate hands rubbing the skin on his face and moving her tongue with his own. Merope's each passing groan, her body tightening and relaxing to his rhythm.

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walters_journal
2009-07-23 12:36 am UTC (link)

Rorschach thought that he could detect the changes in Merope's body, the rhythm of her movements and her breathing, and it seemed to be mounting pleasure. It encouraged him, of course, and he increased his own speed and urgency, feeling imminent release. He was going to come, and with one final, deep thrust, he released his seed into her, panting, holding her close, and following with several phantom thrusts before he shuddered and pulled out.

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heartache
2009-07-23 01:00 am UTC (link)

Her pleasure had hit it's peak inbetween his thrusts, kisses and movements. She felt her lithe form lifted and pressed against his chest, her arms went around him and her fingernails sunk into his back light as she had climaxed just before he had. When she finished, her heavy panting had been a key to letting her know to release him when he followed suit afterwards.

Light thrusts made her squirm or moan uncontrolled until he pulled out of her. Pulling him down, she tucked her head into his shoulder, her face brushing the skin there. "R-Rorschach? Do you remember that time...that you saved my life?" She cuddled him regardless.

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walters_journal
2009-07-28 07:38 pm UTC (link)

Now that it was over, intense drowsiness assailed Rorschach, as well as a feeling of deep relaxation that came post-coitus. Now, what was left was sleepy, sticky, and maybe a little bit awkward, but the hell with it. Merope didn't seem upset. In fact, she was holding him even closer and more tightly. Not only that, she was stroking his ego as she stroked his skin.

"Which time?" he asked, smiling slightly, happy that his great deeds were being acknowledged by the woman he had just fornicated with.

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heartache
2009-07-30 05:05 am UTC (link)

Merope moved a little more so her head was against his chest, the deep purr of his voice resonating in his diaphragm as her spoke his short words. "..When you revive me somehow?" She was equally as sleepy and as wet as he had been, her right hand having found it's spot draped across his chest with her fingertips stroking his skin tenderly.

"You are the only person who has ever cared for me like I care for you." She leaned up a pressed a few kisses against his cheek.

Was she happy? Very much.

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