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Post by Kevala Katashi on Jun 10, 2012 23:28:58 GMT -6
Ouch...that one was below the belt. There she had been, laying there....shivering softly as her hair was brushed back, returning the kiss...and then BAM! To say that she was....unhappy...would have been an understatement....The understatement of the century for that matter....A little growl escaping her as she pressed her hands into the bed and shoved herself over and onto her back, making sure to shoot one hand out and grasp the other woman's thigh to keep her from moving in her position atop of her.
Though, before Mischa could really be given a chance to say anything, she would reach up, gripping her by both arms and rolling, pinning her to the bed, her eyes solid crimson with traces of black swirling in her gaze.... Leaning in she would nudge those luscious dark locks off of her neck and in an instant her teeth would be sunk into that oh so delicate flesh. Nothing soft or gentle here, but a rather harsh, firm bite, tasting the blood as it slowly dripped out onto her tongue.
Softly she growled, her hips rocking downward into those of her wife as she ran her tongue along the wound and slid her hands slowly downward, working their way toward the bottom portion of her shirt and then slowly sliding beneath it. Letting her fingers trace over the flesh that she had missed so goddamn much.
After a long moment, she would then pull her mouth back, blood staining her lips as she raised her head and allowed them to brush against Mischa's ear, her hot breath washing over her as she spoke out in a growled whisper. "Mine..." The demon was seething...Just the thought of another person with her Mischa was enough to set the beast to clawing at the corners of her mind, and jerking at the chains that held it in place.
When it came to that side of Kev, well, to Kev in particular, she didn't catch onto such jokes easily. No, she just didn't have that kind of social understanding. So yeah....All she could think was that whoever it was had better pray they were gone by the time she got to Italy and tracked them down. Jack was still a marked man to die....She just couldn't exactly find his ass....But one day she would and then he would be lucky if she didn't make him eat his testicles before she slit his fucking throat......This guy? Oh..he would suffer.
Kev had cheated, yes...many times...But not ONCE since they had been married...This, well this just set her nerves on edge and every fiber of her being on fire....Of course...it had been 14 years of a very happy marriage....this was just...yeah...
She growled once more and returned to that still bleeding wound, another lick before she would bite down once more, nails sinking into the other woman's flesh rather firmly....The demon inside her wanting to drive the point home on this issue....Since apparently it had not been made clear enough.
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Jun 11, 2012 0:57:23 GMT -6
Mischa should have known the joke would have taken a little bit too far. Kev was never one to catch on to something in that nature... that nature meaning "the possibility of losing Mischa" joke.
BUT
The joke did turn its cheek into something a bit more... interesting to say the least.
Mischa was on her back all too fast, but she did manage to catch those eyes right before she felt the teeth dig into her skin. She let out a moan and she didn't really hold back on it either. She arched her back as shivers were sent down her spine. Oh how she loved it rough. That one shit show of a day many years back let her discover the dark art of kinky sex and ever since...Well... that's all they really had.... Was it selfish to make up a lie so steep just to have some fun? Sure it would have been just as awesome due to the fact the two hadn't seen each other in so long, but it gave it that little kick.
As Kevala's hands slipped up her shirt Mischa gripped the back of her thighs as her finger nails massaged in a rhythm that matched the sway of her own hips into Kev's.
"Mine..."
Mischa looked up at Kev with bug eyes while she nodded in a sheepish manner. She let out a gasp as Kev went in for another taste of her blood. Her right hand would slide up with her nails dragging across her back and pulling up her shirt as her left would grip her hair tight. Mischa would pry Kev's lips free from her neck with a tug of her hair. She would hold a firm grip to hold her head in place as she reached up and slid her tongue along side Kev's lower lip slowly. She then would bite her lower lip and look her in the eye. "Prove it." she would coo in a low husk before sucking her lip slightly.
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Post by Kevala Katashi on Jun 11, 2012 1:18:14 GMT -6
Oh well now she was just provoking. Of course, Kev was too far gone at this point to catch onto the fact and instead would hiss rather sharply as she felt those teeth bite against her lower lip. Those words? Oh well those would be taken to heart as she would slide one hand free from beneath Mischa's shirt and instead move it to tangle within the back of her dark, silken locks, a firm, rough jerk given, peeling the other woman away from her lips as she locked her eyes on her's.
The black within her crimson gaze swirled and danced as she would tsk slightly with her tongue before allowing it to slowly trail along her lips which were stained crimson by now. A soft, low moan rolling free of her at the taste, though it was also deliberate, used to further excite and tease her loving wife. Yes, she knew what buttons to push, and push them well she did.
Jerking herself back and free from the other woman, she would release her grip so that she could settle onto her knees there between Mischa's parted thighs, her hand slowly trailing down the center of her chest, over her stomach, then lower still... a teasing but very firm brush of her hand between those legs.
Then, without a second thought, she reached up with both hands, gripped Mischa's shirt about the collar and then jerked, tearing it open down the front and exposing that lush body to her rather hungry, feral gaze.
She wanted proof? Well Kevala was more than happy to give her proof, the demon set free to play this time around as it could think of nothing more than asserting its ownership over the beautiful woman that laid there beneath her. Perhaps ownership was a rather....bad...term to use when referring to her wife. But in the land of Kevala....it was as equal to any form of love a normal person could feel.
From the first time she had ever laid eyes on Mischa, the first time she had kissed her....that had been it. She had been certain that the woman belonged to her, and despite how many times she may have fucked it up in the past, the feeling had never once changed.
Leaning down, her lips trailed along the area just above Mischa's bra...tongue slowly grazing her flesh and then another firm bite given, this time much harder, much more sensual....Hands on her hips, nails sinking deep into her delicate flesh. Yeah, this was going to be messy, to say the least, but at least when it was over, there would be no room for doubt as to who she belonged to.
As more blood flowed into her mouth, she would use her grip on Mischa's hips to jerk her in hard against Kev's own....a slow, firm rock before her body would shift, allowing one thigh to press up between her legs....slowly rubbing it back and forth, nice and hard....Using her grip on the woman to thrust her own hips into it just a bit, to drag out the torture of the moment, keeping those clothes between them....Tongue slowly lapping at yet another fresh wound created by her teeth.
Though, she would eventually pull back, if only to move her hand up and grip her hair once more, jerking her head back so that Kev could slowly travel upward, nose dragging along her collarbone and then her neck, a deep inhale of that scent she had missed oh so much taken in. Eventually she would come to a stop, her nose brushing against Mischa's as she spoke up in a deep, purred and somewhat feral tone..."You. Are. Mine." Nipping her lower lip rather sharply before her head turned to the side, lips close to her ear once more.
"And I will kill anyone that tries to take you away..." That tone soft, a whisper...but it was dark, dangerous and above all...it was deadly. No, there was not a shred of doubt that what she said was truth. None what so ever.
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Jun 12, 2012 0:38:47 GMT -6
Yup... all she had to do was piss her wife off more and more and shit would hit the fan in a good way. Her chest heaved with every heavy breath Mischa made as she anticipated that hand's direction. She closed her eyes tight as she let out a moan from the mere thought of how good it felt as Kevala slipped her hand between her thighs. Then before it was taken further... she felt the cold of the breeze kiss her skin as Kev ripped her shirt open which added to the urge to shiver as Kevala sunk her teeth in her chest.
She let out a loud, shaky moan as the pressure between her legs built and the pain from the bite that felt so good.
Now by this time all she really could do was nod in reply to Kevala's statement. Not like it was a question to be answered or anything. She knew she was Kevala's and Kevala hers. Mischa would push Kevala up so she would be back standing on her knees and Mischa would sit up with her. She would slide her hands up her sides pulling her shirt up and over her head. Once her top was removed her nails would drag roughly against against her back before forcing her to lay her her back where Mischa was now taking lead.
Mischa's hand would slip under Kev's waist band of her pants while she dabbed at the stinging wound on her neck. The warm sensation of her blood blanketed her fingers. With a devilish smile she would press that hand against her wife's cheek with her bloodied thumb sliding into her mouth.
"And you're mine." She would say before pressing her lips to hers. She took her thumb out of her mouth, though rapped that hand around the nape of her neck. Her tongue would snake past Kevala's lips and would glide across the roof of her mouth and down the back of her teeth. She could taste her own blood..which she really didn't mind because she was a little occupied with the fact her other hand was kept busy.
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Post by Kevala Katashi on Jun 12, 2012 0:49:41 GMT -6
Had it been any other person on the planet, the moment they tried to push back Kevala would have lashed out rather harshly...But even in this state she knew who it was she was with and would roll back onto her knees, those eyes locked firmly on her wife. She moved to allow that shirt be raised up and over her head, tongue slowly trailing along her lips.
Gods those nails felt good against her flesh, the pain of it sending a shiver down her spine as she would close her eyes for but a moment. Oh, she wanted to tear into the other woman, wanted to taste more of her blood, wanted to hear more of those sweet moans....But she restrained herself, allowing Mischa the control as she would feel herself being nudged back onto her back. Shifting to allow for such, she laid down, a gasp given as one of those devilish little hands slid down the waist of her jeans.
Moaning softly, her hips rocked at the attention, her lower lip bitten as her eyes opened once more to note the actions of the other hand....Watching her dab at that wound, then feeling that warm blood press against her cheek before that thumb would press against her lips and into her mouth. Hungrily, her tongue would circle about the digit, a little purred moan released.
Then came those words and she would growl softly, panting softly once Mischa had pulled her hand free only to clasp it around her throat, a purely wicked and devilish little look flashing across those crimson eyes. "Prove it.." The words hissed out just before she felt those lips press against her own. No second thought to returning that kiss, tongue seeking out that of her wife as she groaned with pleasure and again arched her hips up from the bed.
Her own hands now on Mischa's back, nails sinking into her flesh and dragging downward slowly but harshly...She had no qualms about leaving marks, she had left more than her fair share over the years and until Mischa complained she would continue to do so. Though once her hands reached the waist line of Mischa's pants, she would slide her hands down a bit further, both of them making sure to get a nice firm grip on that ass she loved so goddamn much, jerking harshly to pull her wife tightly into her.
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Jun 13, 2012 1:21:50 GMT -6
It was most definitely getting hotter. She groaned in pleasure as she felt Kevala's hands all over her back side. Mischa would part from her lips with a heavy pant as she let out a small laugh. She would nip at her jaw which lead to a kiss to her neck... to her collar bone... to her chest... then her tongue slide down her stomach and she would stop short where her pants were.
"Mmmm I will prove it if you beg."
She would unbutton her pants as she nipped her skin...her lips following the material as it was being pulled off her hips slowly. She would continue to tease until she got what she demanded and once she got her wife's plea; she would reward her handsomely.
-Time skippage-
Mischa would flop over onto her lap as she licked her lips. Now was the battle to regain her breath as well as a decent body temperature. Mischa would smile as she basked in the relaxing state her mind now was in.
"Fuck. I missed that... Oh..." she would get up and situate herself so her arm wrapped around her wife's torso as her face nuzzled into her neck. "I didn't cheat on you. Like I would actually do that." a small laugh escaped past her lips before continuing. "I just think you're sexy when you're mad."
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Post by Kevala Katashi on Jun 13, 2012 1:46:38 GMT -6
Now, if anyone had heard that, they would have thought there was no way in hell that Kevala would beg. She was the woman that would break her own leg and smile before she begged for mercy. Hell, she would die before she ever begged anyone for anything......
Except....for in this situation......
When those words left the lips of her lovely wife, her mind instantly tried to strengthen a resolve against doing anything of the sort, though it took just one damn touch before all that melted away....
Mischa always got what she wanted as long as it was within Kev's power to give it. So if she wanted begging......well then begging was just what she got...........
TIME SKIPPAGE
She was out of breath, her hands trembling and her mind pretty damn sluggish from the pure exhaustion of everything that had just happened. As Mischa would crawl into her lap she would smile slightly, her head tilting so that she could gently nuzzle into the other woman's neck as she gave her best attempt at a purr of satisfaction and contentment.
Though then came those words, and oh how those eyes would narrow as she growled just slightly. She hated when Mischa did that! She always felt like it was taking advantage of her inability to understand people...and yet...she could not argue that the results always ended.....well...amazingly.
Shaking her head she would give a firm little nip to the woman's neck. "One day I wont be so easily fooled..." Yeaaaaah she told herself that, so it was true in her mind...but in reality, total lie. She always fell for it. Mostly because the demon in her mind couldn't even stand the thought of some guy touching her wife's ass, let alone fucking her. "You know, there are easier ways to go about getting that from me..." A small chuckle before she would nuzzle her way into those dark, tangled locks she loved so much.
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Jun 13, 2012 2:07:30 GMT -6
Mischa would laugh and nod at Kevala's defence. She knew it was cruel to play those kind of games, but it was so hard to resist. "I know I know...." She would brush her hair in a tender manner. "But this way also boosts my confidence." she would shrug slightly. "And maybe it will teach you that I will never do such a thing."
She would cease to speak. She was more so tired than she had been when she arrived in the airport. Very exhausting day... full of travel, emotions, and strenuous "activities". She really needed it. Took her mind off of everything that was going on...relieved some of her stress as well as gave her some affection that she really needed ever since her father kidnapped her child after said child threatened to kill her and her family.
Don't hear that often.
"But.. I will try not to do it any more." she would yawn, closing her eyes tight, as she got more and more comfortable as she wiggled into her wife's nook. "Sorry, baby... But I gotta get some sleep..." she would kiss Kevala's neck and not long after she would pass the fuck out. She hadn't had a decent nights sleep in a long time.
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