Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 2:10:54 AM)
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Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 2:11:09 AM)
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Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 2:12:13 AM)
(Rawr! You start or me?)

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 2:12:20 AM)
(You can)

Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 2:18:06 AM)
The flowers fill the room with a heavy, petalled scent. It nearly assaults the nose with its sweetness and yet stops just shy of being 'too much'. A bottle of champagne chills in a bucket atop the bedstand where the condensation creates a small puddle beneath it. The lighting is dim already but little difficulty for our senses to make out the silhouettes and outlines of the furniture. "I'm glad you like." I purr, finger tips trailing up and down the center of her back. "Is there anything more I can get for you?" I bump the back of her head with my forehead then slide my arms around her waste, kissing the base of her skull where hair meets neck. My heart is pounding a mile a minute and my breaths are sharper with excitement as my skin itches like pins and needles.

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 2:23:05 AM)
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Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 2:23:16 AM)
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Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 2:23:21 AM)
(Sorry, I ghosted!)

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 2:23:32 AM)
(I did not get a post)

Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 2:24:24 AM)
The flowers fill the room with a heavy, petalled scent. It nearly assaults the nose with its sweetness and yet stops just shy of being 'too much'. A bottle of champagne chills in a bucket atop the bedstand where the condensation creates a small puddle beneath it. The lighting is dim already but little difficulty for our senses to make out the silhouettes and outlines of the furniture. "I'm glad you like." I purr, finger tips trailing up and down the center of her back. "Is there anything more I can get for you?" I bump the back of her head with my forehead then slide my arms around her waste, kissing the base of her skull where hair meets neck. My heart is pounding a mile a minute and my breaths are sharper with excitement as my skin itches like pins and needles.

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 2:31:48 AM)
Stasia’s arms wind around Jason’s neck as the heady scent of the flowers lends an otherworldly ambiance to the honeymoon suite. Stasia’s eyes glaze with moisture, and her hand slips from his hairline where her nails had been lightly tracing his nape to gently cup his cheek. Love and adoration shone brightly in her stormy eyes as she shakes her head. “You have made every little girl’s fantasy of a dream wedding come true for me. You have given me an honorable mating. You have promised me your love, your faithfulness, as I have pledged myself to you. What more could I ask? What more could any kinfolk?” She smiled then, a tremulous up-tilt of her lips. A soft flush colors her cheeks, “... more than a little girl’s dream. One that she was sure that would never happen -for her-.” She shakes her head. “I never thought I would find what we have with anyone - ever.” She steps closer, her body fitting to his. “I would say that it was all... more than perfect... more than felicitous.... Nearly as if Seline herself h

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 2:31:52 AM)
(had ordained it)

Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 2:39:51 AM)
(sec, sorry)

Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 2:43:16 AM)
"Mmm." Another purr as she pressed to me and I can feel the warmth of her body. "Perhaps it was ordained? It's a mysterious world." My eyes glow ever so faintly green in the dim lighting and then I'm kissing her, tasting her mouth tenatively and slowly as if in no hurry despite the fire that burns deep within my chest. My hands slide down to wrap around the small of her back and press her even closer to me. Her scent and the feel of her mouth against me make a low, keening growl of desire creep out of my throat. "You look so gorgeous. Like a princess! I love it." Another nuzzle. "As I love you." One arm under her legs, one around her shoulders, and then I'm carrying her towards the bed as I whisper in her ear; "Champagne?"

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 2:52:27 AM)
Stasia giggles, and nods. “How could a wife refuse such a tempting offer from her handsome husband?” She sways in his arms, and sighs, “You make me -feel- like a princess.” Her features glow as if illuminated from within, and she felt as if she were soaring. Surely, she could barely feel her feet beneath her; partially because Jason had swept her fully off them and continued to dazzle her in the whirlwind romance that had blossomed between them. “I love you, Two-times. I love you Three-times... or four.... or... numbers that are so infinite even Henry couldn’t calculate them!” Nothing could have dragged her from the euphoric high to which her spirit had transcended. It was more than the attraction that raged between them, the metaphysical aspect of their joining she wished to further explore... for the rest of her days.

Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 2:59:19 AM)
I set her down atop the bed, sliding in next to her with feline smoothness that barely ruffles the covers, and then reaching behind me to the bottle and glasses. The flutes I hand to her and the bottle I uncork with practiced ease, a bit of the foam escaping the lip to drip onto the carpet next to us. Paying it no mind, I pour her a drink first then myself second and place the bottle back into the ice. "To us." I say, taking one of the flutes and toasting her. "To health, hearth, and many long years together." I drink as she does and let the liquid bubble down my throat in that tingling way it does; at once wanting to cough and admiring the smoothness. Vegas hasn't disappointed in its service thus far though, in her company, there's few ways to imagine the trip going poorly short of a Fomori bursting through the door. And even that I'd make short work of. I kiss her again, letting her sample the remnants of the drink on my lips as I seek to indulge in the mixture of scent and taste upon hers as we

Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 2:59:26 AM)
hers as well.*

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 3:07:18 AM)
The cool champagne trickles down her throat, and she murmurs, “To us...” as their glasses clink. She drained her smoothly, swiftly, and placed it to the side to turn toward her mate. Her arms slid around him with eagerness, and she reveled in the taste of his tongue as it swept across hers and stoked the fires of her passions. A liquid warmth that had little to do with the champagne and everything to do with the man beside her settled in her middle. A soft murmur of content escapes on a breathy sigh when their kiss begins to ebb. Her gaze was dreamy, and doe-like. Her breasts pressed against the bodice of her gown, and already, her nipples were turgid points that felt nearly painful even against the silk of the strapless bra worn beneath the gown.

Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 3:14:45 AM)
I press against her as well, my body coming alive as all my senses sharpen. It's tempting, very tempting, to shed the man-flesh and become the Sokhto to better indulge all of my senses but such a form could too easily damage her. Too easily harm her. No, the man-flesh it is. One hand slides down her side across her torso and down to her thigh, gently squeezing, tracing down to one calf before rising back up the same way and passing over her stomach. It slides up further still and cups one of those breasts inside the bodice of her gown, feeling her body there as fingers move in a circular motion along the outside of the fabric. It's harder than it looks like to avoid shredding that off of her like tissue paper. But I go slowly, for her sake as well as my own, lest I become too excited and feel my inner self rise to the fore and to also prolong the enjoyment for her.

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 3:27:45 AM)
The trail of his hand over fabric of her gown sends tendrils of heat licking in the wake of his retreating fingertips. When, at last, his hand reaches the gentle and weighted swell of her breast Stasia’s teeth compress as a soft hissing breath of air is drawn. Her body reacts, writing against his in a slow, uncoiling motion as her lashes fall to her cheeks. The gown that had once seemed delicate and airy felt voluminous and heavy upon her aching, fevered flesh. She smiles, as contended as any kitten who had been given a dish full of rich cream. The champagne the two had consumed had mellowed her senses, and perhaps heightened instead of lessened her sensitivity to his caress.

Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 3:35:51 AM)
Still purring, it only increases at her reaction. I lean in and press my mouth against her neck, nipping at the skin there with my front teeth and running the tip of my tongue along the vein there. I inhale deeply and absorb her scent as my hand continues its work. Tracing slow circles, they dance to the top of the dress and pull the line down ever so slightly, then return to their circling as well as tracing her abdomen and arms. Then, as if after a moment of thought, I slide my hands around to the back of her dress as I seek the zipper or strings that hold it so tight to her. As I try to undo them. "You look constricted." I whisper in her ear. "Let us make you more comfortable."

Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 4:00:37 AM)
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Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 4:03:51 AM)
“You make me -ache-...” she softly whimpers, her neck tilting incorrigibly as his lips and tongue taste and tease her softly scented, silken skin. As his tongue dips over the tender divot of her throat, her pulse flutters then increases by leaps and bounds. She shifts arching her back to allow him access to the corset ties that hold her bodice. It loosened, beginning to fall open to allow him a glimpse of the swell of flesh encased in a white, strapless bra worn beneath her gown.

Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 4:10:05 AM)
"For what?" I tease, smiling in the dim light. I untie and loosen the bodice then slowly shuffle it off of her torso as I look at her anew. The excitement, the exhileration, climbs steadily and raw aggression is rising within like something left to simmer on a stove that is now boiling over. I groan when I see the smooth flesh of her upper chest and the contours of her figure beneath the corset, running my fingers tips lightly across the fabric of her bra. Shifting my body, I lean in and press twin kisses to each of the two piercings I can see pressed against the fabric. She's so beautiful. And all mine. The thougth alone makes my desire and pride swell within, so muchso I'd fear I might choke were I an ordinary human, and I relish the sensation. More kisses trailed across the top of her chest and then my fingers are working on the lower skirt portion.

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 4:24:27 AM)
Her body was supple, willing... as was she. “Jason. I love you..” Her fingers slide into the silken strands of his hair and gently, Stasia urges his head lower on her breast. Her spine arches, and she rises to meet the caress of his lips and more-so, to lift her hips so that he can tug away the heavy-fabric that binds her. Oh, she wants to be free. Free to feel his touch, his taste... Her hands trail lower, over his shoulder blades and along the contours of his chest as her nimble fingers meet the buttons of his shirt. With purpose, in a sensual tease, she tarries over each one until the broad, well-muscled planes of his chest are bared to the sweep of her fingertips.

Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 4:29:03 AM)
I shrug out of the shirt when she finishes undoing the buttons and after that couldn't care less if she threw it out the window. I don't even notice where she puts it herself. All I can do is admire her body and the choice of outfit she has on underneath... and another low growl of delight passes my lips. Dear Gaia she's so... "Gorgeous..." Literally awe-struck and then I'm no longer fully in control of myself. I rise up and cross one leg over hers, straddling her body, hands planted to either side of her head as I lower my mouth down to her breasts at her urging. I grip the studs in my lips and gently nibble then tug on them, breathing heavily while the rational side of me begins to fade away; replaced by wild and burning desire keener than ever.

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 5:01:10 AM)
She laughs as he calls her gorgeous... Her mouth rose to brush across his shoulder-blades and to trace a fleeting trail over his collarbones. Her blood thrummed in a primitive and ageless attunement with her baser, more carnal instincts. Primitive, wanton, reckless, exciting... Her teeth sink into the flesh of his shoulder, with gentle pressure followed by laving sweeps of her tongue. Her legs lift, still clad in her heels and stockings, to wrap around his middle. Her body rolls, grinding against his, rutting against his stomach. She whimpers, and gasps as the scent of her arousal begins to blend with heavy perfume of the flowers and her own exotic, blended scent.

Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 5:07:43 AM)
Gasping, purring, moving against her in turn as she wraps her legs around me, letting her feel my hardness waiting for her.. One hand moves down and grabs her by the rear, holding her firmly, pulling her into me while I keep playing with her nipples in my moutht hrough the fabric. Finally, I can't take it any longer, and I use my other hand to grab onto that strapless bra. To slide around towards her back. To fumble just a moment with the clasps before undoing them and pulling it away, tossed aside to a corner of the room. Her scent is nearly maddening and I know I must have her soon or it feels like I'll surely go mad!

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 5:30:15 AM)
Her hands begin to move again, and a cry of frustration escapes when she comes into contact with he barrier of his trousers. “Please..” she gasps, attempting to unbutton and unzip his clothing and push them over his hips. Patience was lost, and her focus was centered completely on Jason. Her hand slipped between his gaping, opened zipper, and she tugs his throbbing member free of the confines of his boxers. Her fingers wrap around it, exploring the silken texture and finding it like satin-covered-steel. Her thumb traced along the spine of his erection, drawing upward to move in a circular motion atop the swollen head. Experimentally, she gently strokes him, and then again as she watches in near-reverence his facial expressions as she attempts to please him.

Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 5:43:05 AM)
My eyes flash with lust when my pants come free and she begins to grip and massage, moving back and forth as my hips move subonciously with her, and then all reason abandons my mind. My face is a mask of all-consuming passion without limit, all for her. I suck one of her pink nipples into my mouth and roll my tongue across its surface over and over, tasting skin and metal in equal measure. At the same time, I put my suported weight all on one arm and reach down with my other hand across her stomach before slipping it down and beneath the front of her underwear. I probe her outer lips gently and then, rubbing along the length of her most sensitive areas, feeling her wetness against my digit and letting it drive me to further craze over her body. I can't take it anymore, so gone am I from any coherency. I sit upright on my knees atop her and bring both my hands down, gripping her undergarments, and pulling them down from her hips to be tossed into the same corner the bra went to. She is my wife and mad lo

Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 5:43:14 AM)
She is my wife and mad love pounds through my veins stronger than anything I've felt before.*

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 6:02:59 AM)
She felt herself losing control when his fingers brush against the slick smoothness of her petal-soft sex. His finger finds her sensitive bud, and yet another piece of metal - a horizontal hoop pressed through her hood. Her hips rise, and Stasia feels her control swiftly slipping like water through her fingertips. “J..jason!” She gasps his name, her eyes wide as her body trembles beneath him. Her hand flexes on his cock, and she wants more... needs more... and yet... does not quite know how to ask him to oblige her. Unfamiliar, was this territory in which they had embarked upon, and dazzling in its wonder... “Oh... sweet Seline... I love you... I...” Her thighs quake as his continued caress causes her moisture to increase. “... I need you...” Stasia finished on a shaky breath.

Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 6:10:48 AM)
"And I... need you too! So... badly..." I groan. "I love you so much." I lean forward over her as I was before only now our bodies are bared to one another, as two mates should be, and with her hand on my erection I let her be my guide towards her sex. Both hands are placed once more by the side of her head and a thin layer of sex-perspiration breaks out across my skin as my adrenaline spikes once more. I tilt my head downwards and press my lips to hers fiercely, deeply. And then, with her legs wrapped around my back, I lower myself into her. Warm. Wet. Tight. She feels divine against the tip of my head as I press inside. Slowly, savoringly, groaning in pleasure at the sensation as she encloses me. It feels so good, so right, so proper. I've never given myself this way to anyone and now, I know, I shall only ever seek for her in my bed. I shiver of delight passes through my spine, as regard her with green-tinted irises, and our hips finally meet with my body atop hers.

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 6:14:29 AM)
She guides him into her warm, moist sheath and allows him to advance until he feels the resistance of her maidenhead. Her nails grip as there is a sudden moment of sharp, tense pain, leaving marks on his shoulder-blades that begins to fade as his bodies natural healing mechanism rises to fore. Swiftly, it passes, leaving her with a feeling of fullness. Right. He feels as if he were made for her, straining against her tight confines. Her inner walls grip, and her hips flex. She soon adjusts to the rhythm of their lovemaking. The pain subsides as other, more titillating sensations, take their place. Soon, there is no pain, and only the two of them. Her hips roll, undulating as she rolls her body beneath him drawing him deeper into her fullness... Rational and cohesive thought fades as she writhes beneath him.

Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 6:25:09 AM)
I start off slow, moving back and forth after she adjusts to the feeling of me inside of her, sensing her out as I feel her begin to reciprocate beneath me. It drives me onwards as our tempo increases and my thrusting becomes smoother and more rapid, making love to her with abandon. Strong hands grip her shoulders, reach down to squeeze her thighs, play with the studs in her nipples and reach down between us to rub the one in her bud. It's so good for me that I want her to enjoy as well, even as I know my own excitement may not let me see her through to her own end on this first go. Her legs around me are enticing in their erotic posture and I groan each time I feel our bodies brush by with the joy of it all. Now I grip her rear with both hands, pulling her hips up to meet mine with each thrust of my own, the pace increasing ever more until the wet sounds of our sex float by both our ears like music.

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 6:40:17 AM)
The drumming in her head fills her senses in a roar of color, sound, and sensation. She rises to meet him, arching to meet his every demand with eagerness and abandon. Suddenly, her soft moans and whimpers escalate to a near keening wail as he continues to thrust within. She had never felt more connected, or in tune with anyone before this moment. She knew in her heart, she would never feel this way again - only for him... only for him... it was a mantra thrumming in cadence to the rhythm of their lovemaking. Her cries fill the room, as a fission of electricity caused her muscles to tighten, and her thighs to lock around him. Her release begins as a trickle of moisture, seeping past their joining to make soft, sucking sounds. A sheen of perspiration lifts to her body, and again, her nails find anchor in his flesh.

Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 6:45:22 AM)
I'm a Bastet-possessed at this point, sliding against her as aided by our mutual perspiration like a man on fire, groaning in rising volume as I feel a slow tingling start at the base of my erection then spread slowly, almost painfully so, down the length. The wet, slapping noises only intensify and my eyes go glazed with euphoria. Her cries sing to me, inspire me, make me lose control. I let go of her rear and lean over her once more, now thrusting as fast as I can and as deeply as I can, feeling the sheer bliss that her walls all around me grant as they tighten along with her thighs at my own. Words would never suffice for this moment, as I look into her eyes, the muscles of my neck straining with the exertion from keeping myself from climax just this moment longer. Speaking with each thrust I confess to her once more; "I... love... you... my... darling... Stasia...!"

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 7:01:06 AM)
His explosion near the core of her womb drove her over the edge and into a realm of transcendental bliss. She cried his name so loudly that surely the bell-porter mid-way down the hall paused mid-stride with his lips curving in a knowing smirk. Her orgasm was swift, rocking, and gushing as it swept past his head and the force of her convulsions threatened to expel him. Her legs tighten, holding him in place as they exhaust their passions together. Sated... floating... with the scent of their lovemaking filling her nostrils, Stasia repeated several endearments, made several promises, knowing that she would keep every one.

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 25, 2011 7:06:35 AM)
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Jason Niles (Jun 25, 2011 7:06:49 AM)
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