You Take me by the Heart when you..[poptart]

ReD · May 13, 2015

Since he'd already fed, there was a lack of urgency in his actions, one that he had a feeling would build back up over the course of the night.

As it was, he regarded her like a sumptuous desert he intended to take his time enjoying.Lochlann had no idea it was more like he was a house cat staring at a lion.

He was going to thank this woman for setting him free. That's what it felt like, as though he'd been manacled up in iron, sick and exhausted from denying he was a monster, and now that she'd reminded him he was free.

She crawled up to him and grabbed his shirt, whispering in his ear: "You're taking too long."

He tangled his fingers in her hair, tugging gently, stroking the back of her neck. His other hand was down low, doing something she wouldn't be able to see. He whispered back, "You can wait."

Only he didn't wait.

As if on que, he pushed her back onto the bed, sliding his knee between her legs to push her back further, and his one hand made a grab at her arms to hold them above her head.

Earlier, he'd taken off his belt, and he used that now to tie her hands to the bed post* above her. He tied the belt tightly, not caring if it gave her the pins and needles sensation in her fingers after a bit. That would be the least of the uncomfortable things he'd do to her tonight.

Lochlann leaned over her, pushing her legs apart with his knees and occupying the space between them. He ran his tongue down her arms, mussing her hair with his other hand, and then he hovered over her and smiled.

His hand went to his pants and he pulled out the silver knife she'd given him.

"It's a shame," he said, running the blade down her arms, following the path his tongue had taken earlier. His touch with the blade was gentle, not enough to even raise marks, but his voice had a threat behind it. "I didn't even get a chance to use this.

He leaned closer to her ear, pressing himself harder between her legs as he did so. He moved the knife from the arms to the base of her throat and said, "I had to use my teeth."

(**ooc: i uh took some liberties here. If you'd like me to go back and edit it I can~ I was making the assumption that Mihk could probably work his way free since I can't imagine the duke of hell was never tied up before xDD Also Loch won't do anything physically harmful with the knife~)

Poppy · May 13, 2015

Mikhainon gasped as she felt her wrists get forcibly bound by a belt, yanking it violently to test its security... and it was pretty secure. She struggled a bit before descending into laughter — it was nothing short of pure, unbridled amusement. She was in a dangerous position, but it made every touch feel so much better.

Her excitement peaked when she saw her silver dagger in Lochlann's hand. There was something about getting her just desserts with a weapon made with her own power that was poetic, in a way. It might've been effective, too, if she was capable of dying.

She felt the cold blade run down her arm and press against her throat, sending an icy shiver down her spine.

Mikhainon was passive, and in some ways, obedient about all of these. She wanted to make Lochlann feel like he had power now, but she also wanted him to feel that everything he was doing wasn't satisfying or threatening. She always found men made the most hilarious and over the top reactions when their power was threatened.

She tilted her head back, giving him a full view of her smooth neck. She smirked — a challenge.

"Did you have a good meal?" She cocked an eyebrow. "Did the girl think the same or were you just as sloppy earlier?"

[ ooc: s'cool, s'cool! mikh is perfectly aware he's never in any real danger ]

ReD · May 13, 2015

She had that same smirk on her face and Lochlann pressed himself a little closer to her in response. She exposed her neck and he kissed down it, laughing softly when she asked him, "Did you have a good meal?"

"I'm about to have a better one," he flicked his tongue across her ear. He was running the fingertips of the hand that didn't have the knife up and down her arms and side, just barely grazing her breast each time.

"Did the girl think the same or were you just as sloppy earlier?"

"I never asked," he said, pulling back. He took the knife and ran it down the center of her body, ripping the fabric as he went. He was slow at first, letting the cool air hit her skin, but when it was done he peeled her clothing off suddenly, tossing it to the floor and dropping the dagger besides them.

He leaned back over her, running his left hand up her body, circling her breast, but never quite giving in. His mouth was only an inch from her own.

"I'm going to fuck you on every piece of furniture in this room," he said and then he kissed her, grinding himself into her.

He was going to take her to the edge over and over again but wouldn't let her finish until she was exhausted. He didn't think she'd beg, not with the smirks she'd been giving him, so Lochlann had the full intention of making this pleasure hell for her. Women tasted so much better when they wanted it.

That knife wasn't going very far, either. He had plans for that.

Poppy · May 14, 2015

Mikhainon could feel the tip of the dagger graze against her flesh, knowing fully well if she squirmed or bucked forward she would be dealing with a nasty wound in her chest. She felt her blood turn to ice — out of fear, perhaps? This night was getting better and better.

All of a sudden, she was ripped out of her corset and exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. She squirmed enticingly, giving him a full view of her generous bosom.

"I'll be surprised if you get past this bed," she said, teasing, poking at Lochlann's ego every opportunity she got. Even though she was bound and threatened with a knife, she was confident she was the one fully in control of the situation.

She always was.

She kissed him, hot and heavy, whimpering and nipping and sucking on Lochlann's tongue and lips, seemingly melting into the kiss, as if she got sucked into their passion like hours before...

And then she kneed Lochlann in the gut.

It wasn't strong enough to bruise or break anything, but it was strong enough to hurt. Mikhainon broke the kiss and laughed.

ReD · May 14, 2015

"I'll be surprised if you get past this bed,"

Her comment didn't really seem to be affecting him--he was too far gone to be worried about his ego, and the effects of the elixir were still gripping him. He said, "It'll be a surprising night then."

She squirmed and Lochlann enjoyed the view of her body and then the roughness of her kiss, tangling his fingers in her hair.

And then he exhaled sharply in her mouth as her knee forced all the breath out of him. His heart started to race and spots danced at the edge of his vision and, Lochlann realized, it was the closest he'd ever come to knowing what drowning felt like.

She was laughing, but Lochlann was up, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it to the ground, kicking off his shoes and stripping out of his pants. He'd have a bruise tomorrow,but for now his torso was unmarked, the only thing marring him was an ugly scar, still new, on one leg.

He knew she was in charge of this situation. He'd said as much when he'd told her I am yours, but this was the only way he had to worship her...and hate her.

Lochlann was back on the bed and then back at her, kissing and biting down her body, his hands finding her breasts while he worked his way downward with his mouth. He attacked her sex with his mouth, licking, sucking, nibbling, working with any response from her body.

One of his hands reached up and he grabbed the knife, trailing the cold blade down her side. And then, he didn't care if it was a little depraved, he slid the hilt of the knife into her. He gripped the blade with his hands, moving it like he was taking her, blood dripping and running down the length of the blade from where it was cutting into his palms.

He barely felt the pain but when his hands became too slick to continue, he tossed the knife to the side again and spread his blood across her, pulling away and moving back up. His hand left prints on her as he touched and groped her. This time, he pushed himself forward, trying to keep her legs in a position where they couldn't kick him. He cupped her face in his palm, brushing his thumb across her lips, his mouth inches from hers again.

"I intend to start with the bed," he told her, "so if that kick was your way of telling me you're not interested, you should use your words instead."

Poppy · May 15, 2015

Mikhainon noticed — well, his dick first, really, in all of its unrestrained glory, but she also noticed the scar marring his leg. It was fresh. She took careful note of it in case she felt like kicking it with her heel.

She was back to being pliant again, even letting out a long, drawn out moan of Lochlann's name as she felt his wonderful mouth work its magic between her legs again. She rolled her hips and bucked into his wet tongue, her rhythm turning more and more erratic as she felt an orgasm building up.

And then Lochlann pulled away, and instead of their usual fuck, he slipped the hilt of her dagger inside her.

That was so fucked up.

She was practically dripping because of earlier — hell, even before that, so it slipped inside pretty easily, but that didn't mean it was a comfortable fit. Aside from the fact that it was hard, cold and unwelcome, the dagger was ornately decorated. The hilt had petal patterns at the very base and the shape of it was an odd, curved shape. It would've been fine if he didn't start thrusting it inside her.

It was surreal and incredibly painful. The hilt felt like it was tearing her insides repeatedly, scratching the walls and hammering at her cervix. The damage probably wasn't as bad as what the blades were doing to Lochlann's hand, but her insides were sensitive and they tore easily.

It was starting to burn with pain. She attempted to sit up but her hands were bound to the post so she ended up bumping her head on the board behind her. The pain didn't matter, this was worse, but it was also, in a way, the most intense feeling she felt in a while — hot and raw and overwhelming. She squirmed and gasped and her body attempted to move away from it but she only had so much space.

"You're sick," she said in between gasps of pain. "You're so fucked up!"

She loved it.

When Lochlann removed the hilt, he would find it would be coated with a thick layer of blood. Her insides felt scratched and raw. It was uncomfortable, so she snapped her legs shut, trying to squeeze the raw tingling sensations away. He ran his bloody hand down her chest and she was, again, reminded of how fucked up this is.

She plopped her head on the bed again as he climbed on top of her, blowing on the hair falling in front of her face. She was both glad and sorry it was over.

"I'll kick you whenever I want," she said, chuckling a bit despite how her body felt like it was burning from pain and pleasure. She spat on his face.

ReD · May 15, 2015

"You're sick," she said in between gasps of pain. "You're so fucked up!"

Lochlann noted that she had never once asked him to stop. She'd closed her legs and he gave her a moment of respite, running his uncut hand down one, tracing patterns on her skin lazily.

"I'll kick you whenever I want," she said, and then she spit on his face. Loch wiped it away with the back of his hand, leaving a smear of blood across his cheek.

"That wasn't a no," he shifted so he was kneeling on the bed before her and slid the hand that was on her leg to her hip. He touched himself once, smearing his own blood across his length and then he grabbed her other hip, pulling her body up off the bed and stretching it towards him so her hips were higher than her head. He took her in a slow, hard thrust, tilting his head back and groaning.

He held her up just above her butt with one hand, taking the other to work at her clit as he fucked her. The combination of her wetness and blood against him was intoxicating but he forced himself to ride her slowly, drawing out each thrust. He wanted the position and the movements to make her ache.

He'd take her this way for a while and then push into her hard and lean forward, putting her in a missionary pose temporarily while he reached for the knife again, although this time he used it to cut the belt off her arms.

He dropped one leg to the floor and very quickly slid her after him, holding her up on him and moving quickly to the desk [dressure? IDK INSERT APPROPRIATE FURNITURE HERE]. There was a brief moment where his leg faltered under him, but he'd recovered quickly.

Lochlann had promised her that he'd fuck her on every piece of furniture in this room. That was a promise he intended to keep.

Poppy · May 16, 2015

The position in the bed was more than disorienting. All of her blood tipped to her head and made her incredibly dizzy. Coupled with the fact that Lochlann was pounding into her with his generous girth while her insides still felt raw and torn open, Mikhainon felt a bunch of contradicting sensations, but one thing remained the same — it was intense.

She was as stiff as a board. Her hands tugged at the belt to support her while her heels were firmly planted on Lochlann's back as he fucked her slowly, the pace and the position making her head spin. She was quiet, with only sharp gasps accenting every other thrust.

Eventually, the blood-soaked fairy killer released her from her confines and her hands jolted forward, accidentally slicing part of her wrist with the knife. She hissed, watching her skin trickle down red blood, but she didn't have enough time to react when Lochlann moved her onto the desk, head rattling because of the sudden movement.

"That's a strong leg you've got there," she said, almost foreboding. She grabbed his hair almost violently but didn't push him away. Instead, she spread her legs, hand darting down to rub her clit. "Fuck me in the closet after this."

The closet was an innocent looking piece of furniture that contained a lot of potentially interesting and dangerous sex toys (and weapons) for them to use. It was like a magic toy box she wanted Lochlann to have access to because, well, she would be lying if she said she wasn't having fun.

ReD · May 16, 2015

"That's a strong leg you've got there,"

Lochlann gave the slightest of shrugs, but otherwise didn't care about the comment. If anyone asked him, he wouldn't have even remembered she'd mentioned it. He was too drunk to understand what she meant, or to hear any foreboding in her voice. That injury was from another woman who had lied to him. All he cared about was the feel of her body pressed up against his.

Her fingers were in his hair and it hurt and he groaned because it felt so good.

"Fuck me in the closet after this."

He felt a cold shiver of pleasure run down his spine.

"As you wish," he promised with a hard kiss, tangling one of his fingers in he hair, continuing to take her on the desk for a few minutes. In truth, the desk was more of a chance to rest his leg. He could keep up the pace they were going at for a while--their earlier romp and the incident at the lake would hold him over--but the damn bullet in his leg still caused him trouble if there wasn't something to distract him.

Still, he wasn't going to carry her over to the closet.

She couldn't have everything she wanted. He pulled her off the desk and onto the floor, bringing her down onto him, cupping her head with the back of his palm so he didn't bash her head off the desk.

He rolled and stood up, grabbing her by the ankle and pulling her across the floor towards the closet. He threw open the doors and for a moment, Lochlann was actually speechless. He laughed, a low, drunken sound. "This is some fifty shades bullshit right here."

He looked down at her, an eyebrow arched, "Do you have any preferences or should I get creative?"

Poppy · May 19, 2015

Mikhainon yelped in surprise when she was suddenly pulled from the desk to the floor, feeling a rush of embarrassment when she made such a god awful noise. She was so rarely caught by surprise. She didn't have time to kick Lochlann's balls for vengeance when he dragged her to the closet by the ankle like a caveman. The friction from the carpet burned on her back painfully. It was like her skin was just rubbed on sandpaper.

When the dragging stopped, she heard Lochlann make a joke that registered as nothing but noise to her, so she snorted. She didn't get the reference and she didn't care. Human entertainment lasted barely longer than a flicker in her lifespan, anyway. She sat up despite Lochlann still holding onto her ankle, pushing the strain on her back with her hand.

"Well, I have a fifteen-inch dildo there you can choke on," she said in the sweetest, sultriest voice she could muster. She settled back to her usual eloquent voice. "Boyfriend, I have handcuffs, harnesses, cock rings, pumps, collars with leashes, gags, catheters — it's a toy box. Get creative."

To further inspire Lochlann's creative flow, she gave his injured leg two powerful kicks right on the scarred area.

[ ooc: lame post is lame plz forgive me ]

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