Portia Denton (Jan 13, 2011 11:57:20 PM)
Portia gasps, tenses, then tries to hold in a quick, surprised spilling of laughter... "Lucien!" she wiggles, her red scarf trailing over his back as she uses her hands to assist in her balancing. She dared to look down, and the laughter stops. Her eyes squeeze closed and she ceases her struggling movements. It was high but it wasn't too high... she tries to console herself... she nuzzles into his shoulder.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 13, 2011 11:58:51 PM)
You gonna stop me POrtia?

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 12:02:26 AM)
"Stop you?" she laughs... "... stop you from what?" this seems to give her pause.... ".... I love you - you know.... if you are talking about what I think you are... You are more likely to have to stop -me.... I bought something for you...." she admits, thankful that her face is turned away from him so he won't see the sudden flushing of her cheeks. "I think you'll like it..." She was grateful for the distraction from her awareness of her precarious perch and how perfectly perilious it could become.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 12:06:40 AM)
And what's that? *He pushed open the door and moved through, careful not to bump her. HE lockjed it and moved on to the stairs without pause*

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 12:17:42 AM)
".... I think you'd rather I showed you...." she admits, her tone growing softer and more husky with the implied innuendo... Stairs... oh god... higher.. and higher still... Portia closes her eyes tighter. Her breathing is rapid both from her fear and his nearness.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 12:20:28 AM)
Easy darlin'. *His own voice was husky. He could hear and feel her rapid breathing. Finally they reached thye upstairs area and his bedroom took the entire upper area beneath the peak of the house. It has floor to ceiling iwndows on all sides, and it was almost as if they were among the trees themselves. His bed was on a rasied platiform in one corner, large adn covered wiht a mountain of pillows against the headboard of the massive sleigh bed. He did not stop, already in overdrive now but moved across, steped up adn lowered her ot the bed on her back*

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 12:23:02 AM)
She settled into the bed, sinking into the soft comfort afforded. She was thankful that she could again see his face. A shaky sigh was released. Her hand lifts, fingertips gliding along his jawline. She was careful to keep her boots from touching his comforters, leaving them dangling over the edge of the bed while she watched him.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 12:24:02 AM)
*He kissed her but briefly, then moved back and begam to remove her boots and socks*

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 12:24:47 AM)
Portia rises... she begins to wiggle out of her jacket, gloves, and scarf. She watches him as he tends her boots. "Have I told you lately how -amazing- you are?" she smiles.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 12:29:52 AM)
Tell me all you want. I will simply reply that you are far more amazing. *He hels up a hand to stop her from undressing, then took the scarf , gloves and jacket, layign them on a chair near the bed. he returned and reached for the buttonand zipper of her pants*

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 12:34:34 AM)
"Oh! Lucien... I want you... I want to kiss you.... to touch you... to know every intimate part of you.... " She shivers as he touches her zipper. "... you know I've never before. I've kept myself chaste for my mating. Though, I have no fear that you and I will.... be mated... will have the life we idealize.... " A soft sigh escapes. She trembles as he continues to toy with her pants.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 12:35:52 AM)
Nothing will stop it Portia. *He paused, however* But I will not go ahead wihtout your okay. DO you want this?

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 12:37:04 AM)
"I wanted this on New Years Eve..." she answered with complete honesty.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 12:39:15 AM)
*He nodded and as her pants opened, slipped them down over her hips and away. He but his lip as he took her in, bare legs, soft skin., and had to force him self to slow down*

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 12:42:54 AM)
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Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 12:46:09 AM)
*mine was the last I saw)

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 12:46:32 AM)
(wb)

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 12:49:50 AM)
Portia bit her lip. Beneath the romantic-styled blouse she wore a simple bone-white lace thong. Goose-flesh prickles on her bare legs, and she shivers. Her arousal was evident in the sizzling emerald pools that glint like balefire. "Lucien..." she smiles... ".... I like knowing that -no one- will ever touch me but you...." The simple truth of her statement was evident without coating layers of meaning or attempt to decieve.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 12:52:04 AM)
No one....not ever Portia. *His words were a husky growl now. Reaching down he unbuttoned the blouse, laying it open, even as his eyes devoured her, taking in every detail. The effect on him was obvious through the jeans that fir like a glove*

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 12:58:21 AM)
The woman allows him to unbutton the simple, pearl buttons of her cotton blouse. It splays open to reveal her breats swelling against a lace bra that matches her underwear. Through the thin, sheer material her budding nipples was evidence of her growing arousal. Her eyes were locked on his groin and the swelling tightness to be seen therein. Her lips part... A soft moan escapes. "Lucien..." she wiggles in the bed, scooting a few spaces away. She shivers in the cold, though does not seem to mind. She was far too enamored to stop, or slow.... ready to be caught away in the rising passion that licks between them.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 1:01:31 AM)
A kiveky surprise, breathtaking.... *he ran a finger over the lave of her bra, toying with a nipple there, fire in his eyes now. *

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 1:02:23 AM)
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Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 1:05:55 AM)
(DId I miss your post?)

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 1:06:29 AM)
"Oh! This? No... Lucien... I bought a nightie... but... this is -perfect- for now... I will primp and preen for you when I don't burn like fire for you..." she laughs, a slightly nervous sound.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 1:07:52 AM)
Are you afraid Portia? *He peeled off his shirt, leaving him bare chested, then reached for the button of his levis*

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 1:08:43 AM)
"Afraid? Of you? Oh... No.... not at all..." she smiles then. "I'm quite wordly... you know... I am twenty-four..."

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 1:10:08 AM)
And unspoiled...at least till tonight. *He loosened the button fly, tugged off his boots, then shed the jeans, leavingh im bare. CLearly he did not hols with underwear when in tight denim. *

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 1:14:30 AM)
She reaches for him then, her hand curling around his springing cock. She was -quite- worldly... and... she knew what -men- liked... at least... She thought she did anyway. With a flicking upward of her green eyes to lock upon his dark gaze the minxish kinfolk begins to press his cock into her mouth. Her tongue whips around the mushroom head and swoops down the spine as she gave a low moan. His taste, his scent, the arousal that burns... it was more intoxicating than wine... She indulges herself, watching each changing expression that moves across his features.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 1:15:36 AM)
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Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 1:16:08 AM)
(grr sorry, repost?)

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 1:18:48 AM)
Portia reaches for Lucien. Her pale fingers curve around his springing cock. She was -quite- worldly... and she knew what boys wanted.... at least... she thought she did. Her green eyes lift to capture his own dark gaze as the minxish kinfolk presses her lips against his cock. Her tongue presses outward to probe the precum that beads upon the mushroom head of his member before swirling to swoop downard along the spine as she gave a low moan. His taste, his scent, the arousal that consumes.... it was more intoxicating than wine. She indulges herself, burrowing his cock then into the deepest recesses of his throat expectantly watching each changing expression that moves across his features.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 1:22:21 AM)
*surprise quickly shifted to utter bliss as she took him in. The heat of her mouth, her tongue moving agaisnt him was almost more than he could bear and a growl escaped him. HIs figners laced in her hair as she continued and he pressed in further, though he manged to maintin at least a shred of control yet*

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 1:24:42 AM)
She continued her deft motions, head rising and falling in a willing lever with his hand curled in the strands of her pale, silk hair... a few strands of which deliciously tickle his groin with each lowered movement of her head. When she feels him fully strain within her, she pulls away... A flashing smile is given from swollen lips. "... I love the way you taste..." she murmurs with heated cheeks.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 1:28:18 AM)
*He closes his eyes, steeling hi mself not to give in just yet.* That was incredible Portia. *His voice was gravel now as he dig in the nightstand, pulled out acondom and ripped it open* I intend to make you mine for all time now. *His body was tense with his desire and his determination not to go over juyst yet*

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 1:32:54 AM)
She stared at the condom. "Really, Lucien?" she purrs, but said little more. Should he wish to wait until things were truly settled to try for a real union.... well... she wouldn't quibble... She laughs, her head rolling to the side as her thighs part willingly. She allows her hand to drop, and she runs her fingers gently over her moistened undergarments in a teasing fashion.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 1:36:07 AM)
The moment it is official, you will never see another of these wretchd things, Portia. That I promise you. *HE slipped it on smoothly, then crawled up her body and onto the bed. The flimsy thong was gone in one strong tug, slipped away and tossed aside. He pressed a finger beneath teh clasp in front of hte bra and it, too, gave way in an instant. LEaning down his lips closed over a nipple, srawing it in to teast it wiht his tongue*

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 1:38:57 AM)
She gasps, her lips forming an 'o' while her hands entwine in his hair. Her hips rise teasingly, dragging against him. She was primed and ready for his penetration. "Gaia... I am -so- blessed..." she giggles, not even minding the unnatural feeling condom that she is currently lubricating with each swinging grind beneath him.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 1:40:44 AM)
As am I...>*He raised slightly, and now, he was surpirsingly gentle as he guided himself in, pressing forward slowly, wanting to minimise any discomfort. She was unbelievably tight and it took every ounce of willpower to keep from driving in like asavage*

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 1:47:48 AM)
A hiss emits as he feels himself glide inside. The head of his cock meets the resistance of hymen and she hisses. "Swiftly!" Clearly, she wished him to breach her so that the current ripping sensation was no longer a factor... She again arches her hips, her teeth gritting as she attempts to press him past the point of pain to find their pleasure together. She reaches to claim his lips with hers, kissing him with fierce determination as she begs release from the sweet-torture.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 1:50:36 AM)
*He nodded slightly, the kiss deepening, claiming her with his lips as surely as he did with his cock. HE took a breath and drove in, breaking through, sinking fully in to her with a cry, swallowed ber her lips*

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 1:56:04 AM)
Pain gave way to pleasure within a few firm strokes... Her virgin's blood mingled with their scents, filling the room and staining the bedding beneath them. She was a giving lover... her body arched and lifted as with him she found rhythm, pace, and fulfillment. A sheen of sweat made her pale-skin gleam like the painted surface of a china-doll and her soft moans and spoken words of love and want and need were dulcet ramblings that would eventually give way to cries of passion as she continues to drive her to the peak of madness and beyond.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 2:01:52 AM)
*He was largely incoherent by this point, ironic for a galliard, but the unbelievable ecstasy she brought to him was beyond compare, beyond words, adn thought. He just wanted more of her, deeper, as if he coudl crawok beneath her skin and join with her completely. He had always believed that the right one woult...fit...and Portia's body was as if made for his, every soft curve fittin g the hard muscle. He held back as long as he could, then began to to drive into her with a hunger that robbed him of thought, he coudl only feel, and want...and give. *

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 2:05:51 AM)
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Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 2:06:36 AM)
Her legs wrap around him. In a primal, animalistic fashion, emotion became color; it became scent; sound; and sensation. Perhaps it was lucky that the two were far from the notice of the modern world with nosy neighbors and close houses for when the white-hot-heat that centered in her middle reaches her bloodstream to explode in a myriad of color behind her closing eyelids she cries out in a feral manner... Her orgasm came at first as as a trickle of warm come washing over him and then as a gushing rush of liquid that was released with projectile force from her clenching inner muscles. Her nails dig into his shoulderblades, and he will later be grateful for the ability to regenerate upon shifting....

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 2:07:59 AM)
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Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 2:10:57 AM)
Her legs wrap around him. In a primal, animalistic fashion emotion became color; it became scent; sound; and lastly, it became sensation. It was perhaps fortuitous that Lucien lived far from the notice of the modern world with nosy neighbors, community watches, and close houses. When the white-hot heat that centered around her middle reaches her bloodstream it rushes upward toward the pleasure center of the brain to explode in a myriad of color beneath her closhing eyelids. Portia cries out in a feral manner. Her orgasm came at first as a trickle of warm come trailing over his cock and dripping from his scrotum. It intensifies, becoming a projectile force from the propulsion of her gripping, choking, inner muscles that grip his member with firm insistance. The kinfolk's nails dig into his shoulderblades; Lucien will later be grateful for the ability to regenerate upon shifting.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 2:16:40 AM)
*He gave a feral howl as he felt the orgasm take her and the dails in his back only prolonged it. HIs own came then, shattering him like lightning. He nipped her shoulder, then froze, muscles tehnsed beneath the onslaught, another howl escaping him. OUTside the windows, a flock of birds lifted form teh tree in a twittering mass and flew away*

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 2:21:33 AM)
His bite drew a hiss from his lover and her inner walls continue to massage his emissions into the tip of the condom worn. Damnable thing. Portia would have loved to have felt him spill inside her... Oh... but there would be other days... Her lids grow heavy and she stills beneath him. Her breasts are ripe, the nipples pink and puckered. She licks her lips and then smiles again. The pain was brief... fleeting.... the pleasure completely drove past any minor discomforts felt.... It was... perfect... as was he... She lightly lifts her hand to toy with his chest, to feel the firm thump of his heart beneath the pads of her fingertips.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 2:22:45 AM)
*He settled down on her, loather ti withdraw yet, simply wanting to feel her warmth, her body molded to his* I love you..*Whispered at her eat

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 2:22:48 AM)
(ear)

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 2:25:52 AM)
"I love you, Lucien... " she moistens her lips and gently strokes his upper body with soft brushings of her hands.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 2:28:59 AM)
Mine. *Said softly* Forever.

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 2:31:48 AM)
She nods her agreement. "Yes... forever.." She cuddles closer, content to be with him in the quiet house. She felt no shame, nor regret... she was more than contented with her lot

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 2:36:01 AM)
*He pulled away finally, removed the condom and rose to get rid of it. He returned a moment later, stretching out beside her. *He slipped a fingertip over her tummy in lazy circles* Stay the weekend...

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 2:38:26 AM)
"That sounds nice.... I don't have any other plans..." she promised.

Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 2:39:21 AM)
Let's go.....bath. Then dinner..

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 2:43:33 AM)
She nods... (And here we must pause cause I need a break)

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 2:43:39 AM)
(I have no cigarettes)

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 2:43:42 AM)
(going to the store)

Portia Denton (Jan 14, 2011 2:43:45 AM)
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Lucien Moreau (Jan 14, 2011 2:43:59 AM)
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