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Post by devyn on Jul 18, 2010 16:15:37 GMT -5
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D.E.V.Y.N
Slit your throat and zip you up.
I won't fuck up your pretty makeup.
Tell your friends, try not to brag.
You're sleeping in the Louis Vuitton body bag.
Yeah I'm a princess, a hot mess, a tiger in a short dress.
Oh damn this night.
The wintry chills wafted in from the distant woods, however, these crimson sands never ceased to churn and produce the illusion of heat and the sultry gasp for air.
White stilts helped to paint the oddest of pictures at this time, however, it was inevitable to see him wandering here; the travel called for a thirst to be quenched and ironically this was the only time that the dunes were risen to their highest peak at rest, and thus, his entrance to the water caverns was permitted.
His thoughts, though, were wandering more aimlessly than he was here. There we just so many things that he could not get out of his mind, one, for example, was that stunning brute he had last seen in his previous adventure with Lucaria in the crypt.
Devyn was not one to think so perversely, however he was finding it hard to restrain himself. There was just.. so much, perhaps too much, that had occurred that night despite the minimal contact and conversation that had taken place. In his mind, it was like some exotic orgasmic experience had taken place. His thoughts were obviously scrambled, and he knew that it was never like that, and this night was the only night he started to fantasize about any happenings between him and that handsome male. Odd. All of sudden, a few days later, he is captivated by the thought of that white prince.
His venture was everlasting, legs so numb and worn from walking, Devyn couldn't even tell that his body was exhausted. Why he had come here was unknown, yes, perhaps to make it nearly impossible for him to run into that male again, for his mind and masculine, gay male instincts were driving him insane.
It was Lucryn crying out, and he knew it, that old brute was scratching wildly at the back of his mind, pleading to escape and cure the urges he had first had upon meeting a male like Dancer. This was incurable, inescapable, and yet, oh so new.
His feet sunk deep into the red sands as he climbed the steep crimson slope to the nearest cave entrance high up against the nearest canyon wall. Peering in cautiously, his optics aimed at the ceiling as the stalactites dripped water to the ground.
Suddenly his mouth watered, gaze lingering almost entranced at this symbolic sight.
An erected length, wet, dripping from the end ... disgusting, foul, but he found it.. oh so tempting, especially since his mind automatically applies that white male's face to the vision he had in mind.
He shook his head wildly as if whisking away the thought completely when he caught himself. A slight, irritated grumble escaped his throat as he progressed further into the cave.
Alas ..
The water pool was finally in sight.
His toes dipped gently into the water's edge, his muzzle dipped downward toward the water as he stared at his own reflection, and looking back at a white pelt in this otherwise transparent mirror did not help his wild fantasies that he was having today.
Tongue lolling out of his parting jowls, a slight moan passed through his lips as his eyes closed in thought. That's all it took to set him off, but his body was frozen still in the guilt of it all, too much so to cure his urges.
His front teeth hooked over his bottom lip as if it would suppress his thoughts.
No ...
I don't need this tonight.
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Post by Dancer D' Angelo on Jul 18, 2010 17:04:54 GMT -5
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It was odd, to be free. Free of all things that had bound the ivory prince's soul, chain like in their wraith. He no longer owed an inch of himself to any one. Black, blunt claws dragged along the cold stone in half truth but it was enough. So it seemed the season never changed, it was still as bitter and harsh as when he left. Not that he couldn't handle it, his thick alabaster pelt told other wise. He was covered with dirt and sticks of an odd collection, yet he never looked more real then now. He had come along way from the skinny little thing that was all legs, and in a dim sense he was aware of this. Not in the egotistical sort of way, but how could you deny it if you just look damn good? He cast a stare into the night, silver hues illuminated by mother moons sweet gaze.
There was some one, some one that had invaded his night time seista's lately. As he hauled his lanky frame indoors, that face reflected off his inner workings. He was a fine specimen, white as a young dove with eyes to match. The prince shivered at this thought, he was used to males his age or older. Would it be a sin then, to taste him? Old feelings stirred to life, long dormant since his last love affair with the Reaper. He was starting to become tantilized by the idea, yes yes that young male would do fine. Dev was his name, what a nice sounding ring to it. He paused momentarily, this was after all Luc's little brother. But what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
It was almost as if the heavens agreed with him, that scent waifted towards his nares like a gift unto itself. But this was not a heavenly act that was going through his mind, and he shivered again at what a naughty shit he was being. He tracked him easily enough, the poor boy was standing ankle deep in water and looking rather... Lost. This halted Dancer in his tracks, brows furrowed as he thought it over. But he was already buzzed with lust, heart pounding in his muscular chest. One paw placed carefully in front of the other, he had to be extra gental for now. No need in spooking him off. He was quite, no words need to be uttered. Like the lion stalking the lamb, that same hunger had filled his soul once again. He shivered in hard delight, oh what a bad bad boy he was being. But he earned it, and tonight he would taste this sin once again.
He eased up behind him, silver hues looking over in a critical way. "Hello My dear boy, you have no idea how glad I am to see you" A secert smile crossed his ebony lips, a secret that he planned on shareing. He brushed up in a tempting manner, letting their fur collide as he let his breath linger on Dev's neck. his breathing was harsh and shallow, silver hues flickered every where as he continued to circle the poor boy. He looked him over, pleased by what he saw. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed anothers company, and with luck that dry spell would end tonight. He shivered again, harder this time. His normal persona had washed away, he still held a feeling of being a gental ginat but... something much more arcane lay just beneath the suface.
He paused as he reached that secret place, ears cast forward as he snaked his head down wards. He inhaled that slightly salty stench, heart thrummed with bitter sweet agony just how he enjoyed it. "I see you've already come prepared" He cooed, vocals soft and rustic. He needed to reel Dev in, show him what delights the night could offer. He raised his head again and nipped softly at the brutes ear, tasting him. Ivory tassel trailed along the boy's spine, as he waited to see just what Dev took of all this.
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Post by devyn on Jul 18, 2010 17:48:11 GMT -5
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D.E.V.Y.N
You love the way I roll.
The shoes, the glam, and the gold.
It's too much for your soul.
About to leave you empty.
I am the air around you, I'll leave you breathless.
"Hello My dear boy, you have no idea how glad I am to see you"
That voice. Was it real? Or was it just another fantasy? He had be too caught up in his own mental creation to notice that the White Prince's alluring aroma was truly filling his nose. His body shivered slightly as his entire skull echoed with those sweet words that rolled from the male's tongue and into his ears. The breath in him came out suddenly, but smoothly.
So it's you ..
His tone was much more serious as opposed to his normal, random, morbid babble. But of course, that was Lucryn talking, Devyn just lingered in the emo corners of his own mind.
Dancer's fur brushed through his own and against his sensitive flesh, causing him to hold his breath to avoid an unnecessary grunt of pleasure. His hot, sticky breath pressed against the furs over his own neck; the excitement showed in every twitch, shudder, and flick that his body created.
His eyes had squeezed shut before he had felt a subtle wash over air pass over his sensitive area, and with that, his lids darted open to allow his orbs to aim directly down at the male as he examined him. For a moment, his shy hesitancy was gone, and his head cocked back, eyes squeezed shut as his breath hitched suddenly from the spike of pleasure.
"I see you've already come prepared"
His eyes cracked open only to stare at the ceiling, his head still tilted backward as a single brow was raised. A slight tingle in his cheeks was concealed by fur, but the blush was very real, and so was the embarrassment that also failed to shine through.
His body seemed to arch as Dancer's tail lightly rolled down his spine; he could feel the slight tug on his ear as it was bitten gently.
Why? Why are you doing this to me?
His smile was shy, and possibly forced through the relaxed expression he would have shown through his silent pleasures, but nevertheless, it showed his slight comfortableness.
Dancer .. Knight of Estrella. Lucaria's best friend. I am supposed to be a peasant to you in this royalty. Am I as tempting to you as you are to ....
He paused, catching himself before the true revelation. No. He would not make it known to Dancer what he was really thinking, he was too ashamed, too guilty. And surely, Dancer was not here to make a commitment, but to simply have a night of fun.
.. everyone else I know that knows you.
A horrible way to recover from the pause, but he could explain it by saying he was lost in a moment of pleasure.
He twisted his head to the side in response to Dancer's nipping at his ear and gently his fates grazed over the prince's neck, teasingly so, before he pulled away and continued a false, uninterested gaze to the water just to give Dancer more of a reason to keep pressing on with his sudden advances.
(Hope you don't mind slight powerplay here, you weren't around to ask. Hell.. I PERMIT ALL SLIGHT POWERPLAY IN THIS THREAD)
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