callie monair
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Post by callie monair on Jan 17, 2010 20:19:25 GMT -5
She throat managed out its breath, short ragged things. Her clothes soon swept off, quickly with only the collioson of his sweet smelling skin. Her eyes just sought on, watching him slip off his shirt, reliving the view, but it didn't feel right and yet it did. Damn mind, shut up and fuck him.
The violation of her body with his skin felt like no other, when she was still a virgin almost--almost anyway. Her eyes cloesd she could feel the rising heat coming off him. With the arubt force, she realized she was was on top of him and just a few inches from his dick, but his damn teasing...just little away, Bastard. "Teasing, Professor? Not in this game." She leaned up, using her hips to rest on his and his tip barely pentrated. "Fuck it" she said, managed a waning smile. Her grabbed onto his tie and stared into his eyes. "Come on, make the move. You know you want it--" Without looking down, she grabbed onto his and started to pull it in, but stopped right before it could go in.
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Post by william demonte on Jan 17, 2010 20:38:48 GMT -5
Callie's taunting was driving him insane. It was so hard for him not to just flip her onto her back and pound into her. She grabbed onto him, positioning him right at her entrance. His hands squeezed her legs harder as if it would help him hold onto his self control. Tired of waiting and teasing and putting off the main event, he pushed her hand away. A second later he lifted his hips and pushed into her. Hard.
His head fell back, letting the unexpected rush of ecstasy take him over. Demonte continued to hold onto her legs, guiding her movements over him. He let his hips move with hers, rising up to meet her. "Mmm," Mr. D mumbled as his eyes gazed over her curves. But then his eyes closed again taking in all the other sensations racing through his body.
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Post by callie monair on Jan 17, 2010 20:51:26 GMT -5
She waited with the impatient want to scream and to turn him over and shag either which way. The tingling from her legs made her lean her back so he wouldn't see her eyes rolling in the back of her head. His own imaptience settled in and soon her hands were free and he pushed into all the way.
A strong moan came from inside her and stomach growled up her uncontrolable urge. The heavy sensation over rided her systems and she fell into him. Her hips rolled against his, faster and faster, her moan growing louder with each pounding. Her speed quicken with his and soon she wasn't even sure she was there. Her hips kept bucking, she didn't mean to say it.
"I've been waiting for this for so fucking long." She moaned a little louder when his smell hit her nose. The sweet smell of sweat and blood just covered him and the control she had was gone. "Fuck, "She managed to say, her hands squeezing his sides, but soon her control was over and her nails pierced into his skin.
Her eyes looked down and little red dripplets started to come out. Her head went down as fast as she could and started to suck on the wound, the heavy blood running down her throat. She gasped in pleasure and sucked harder than before.
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Post by william demonte on Jan 17, 2010 21:42:56 GMT -5
She was riding him so hard that he was starting to break a sweat. His mouth hung open slightly as ragged breaths escaped him. Their hips were rolling together in perfectly matched rhythm. Her hands trailed down his sides. A moan was on its way out of him mouth when it turned it to a shocked yelp of surprise. The pain hit him quickly and just as fast Callie had swooped down, her mouth covering the source of the stinging pain. He barely sat himself up weakly, his eyes finding the source of his pain. The sheets of his bed were turning crimson next to his waist. He saw fresh beads of his own blood sliding down over his olive skin. And there was Callie lapping it up like a little kitten with its milk.
Holy shit. Ville was right. And once before, Demonte actually confronted Callie about it. She immediately had denied being a vampire. But now, now, there was proof as she sat there sucking on the wounds she had created. And then something in his stomach twisted. The same gut feeling that Ville had warned him about. All of a sudden, Will couldn't control himself as some other burning instincts took him over. He pushed Callie off of him, leaned over to his bedside table, and yanked the drawer open. His shaking hand groped the inside of the drawer until he found his gun. The one loaded with silver bullets. He cocked the gun, swung his arm around, and pointed the black barrel at the blond. His eyes were dark and he didn't look like himself. It was the innate slayer in him. Ville had warned him about this crazed state, but right now he couldn't concentrate. His mind was set on kill.
But then his head got light and his eyesight grew foggy. The arm that was outstretched was shaking and then the gun fell out of his hand onto the bloodstained bed. The slayer instinct was leaving him and now fear was making an appearance. He as losing a lot of blood.
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Post by callie monair on Jan 18, 2010 15:20:12 GMT -5
Callie kept her mouth around the wound trying not to leave a drop, but soon she was pushed off with Mr.D's brute force. Her hands grabbed the loose sheet and her back slammed against the foot of his bed. Her eyes stared right through the barrel and she closed her eyes, perparing for death. She did this--A Perfect Monster.
She closed her throat, the sensation of death was surrounding her, but it never came. Her eyes slowly popped open to see Mr.D slumped against the post. "No---No, no, no, no" She stood and quickly put on her dress and her eyes looked for a bathroom. Come on. She saw it in the cornor of her eye and ran to it. Her hands fumbled with the hanging cloth and quickly wet it. That damn intern training better have worked, she thought shutting the water off.
Rushing back, she saw his pale lips and the blood running down his skin. For once--the temptation wasn't worth it. She pressed the cool cloth against the wound and looked up at him. "I'm sorry, I never did it before...and i'm sorry for this" Her eyes looked down to her wrist and with her hand pressing against the cloth, she used the other to press it against his mouth. "Bite or die"
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Post by william demonte on Jan 19, 2010 22:49:59 GMT -5
His mind was so fuzzy he barely understood what was going on around him. Well, he was still naked. He was cold. He felt really weak. Callie was still there. But she had run off and then returned with a cloth which she pressed against his side, staunching his wound.
"I'm sorry, I never did it before...and I'm sorry for this"
Sorry? For what? he thought confusedly. Well... I'm bleeding... Callie? She did this? Suddenly Mr. Demonte started to remember and images of the blond sucking up his blood flashed in his mind. She IS a vampire... holy fucking shit. Wait. Shouldn't she be killing me instead of trying to save me?
Then she had her wrist held up to his mouth ordering him to drink her blood. What the fuck? She was the vampire, not him. Why would he need to drink her blood? Its not like he even had fangs or anything. But Callie didn't have fangs did she? His brain was going haywire. "What... do you... mean? I..." Even if he was to find a way to bite into her, he was now growing to weak to even hold his head steady.
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callie monair
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Post by callie monair on Jan 20, 2010 13:37:08 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes taking her wrist back. There is no time for this...but the idea of doing it against his will, irked her. It made her one of them. Taking a finger, she brushed a hair out of his face. "Shut up" She looked around, but snapped her fingers to slow the space. She wasn't going to have bleed to death, not this time.
Leaning up from the bed, she headed back over to the bathroom, her wrist starting to itch. Her eyes looked around with subtle nervous intensity. She opened one of the drawers and placed neatly inside was his razor. Ah, a Gillete man who woulda known, she thought picking it up. Using a careful hand, she slipped one of the razors and kept it in her palm. Rushing back, she sat on the bed and looked around the room to still see it frozen in its state.
With a quick wave of the hand, the room came to life and she watch the fading in Mr. D's eyes. Taking the slim blade in her fingers, she ran it across her wrist in two thick lines. She knew within seconds that it would heal in a few seconds unless something kept the wound open. Taking her free, she held his jaw in a firm grip holding is mouth open. "Sorry, Love" She thrust her wrist to his mouth and watched the blood drip into his mouth. "Suck the blood" she said, watching him sadly.
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