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Tweak says, "Beware the eye!"

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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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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