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Post by Kevala Katashi on Sept 6, 2012 16:24:32 GMT -6
She felt his fingers tugging at her clothing, ripping it apart and exposing her flesh, the cool air rushing against it, causing her to shiver lightly. As he pulled back, looking at her with that dark smile once more upon his lips, she knew deep down that he was right. She did know, and yet she continued to tell herself that it wasn't true.
She had known from the start why they had held her in that facility all those years ago. She knew what they had wanted. She just had never assumed that it would happen. But he was too much like her, he looked too much like her. Every single thing about him was too much like her to be a coincidence. "Yes...I do."
Resigning to the fact just as his hand gripped her and pulled her back into him, her lips mashing to his, tongue forcing its way past his lips, seeking out his own. Nothing sentimental or loving about this...just a lust and desire like none other. Growling into his lips, her nails dug into his chest, dragging against his flesh and drawing forth blood to coat the tips of her fingers. A sharp hiss as he pulled her down into him once more.
Gods, she wanted him...so badly she could hardly stand it and yet somehow she kept her composure enough that she did not whimper, she did not beg. No, she wanted him to want her just as badly, that didn't change, regardless of who he was or where he had come from.
Fingers gripping his hair that much more tightly, she would jerk hold him against her as she shifted to straddle his lap, rocking down into him as her hand moved to his neck, dragging bloody fingertips along his flesh, shivering a bit at the feel of him beneath her. The demon inside her purring in sheer delight at the moment and growing more and more fond of him as the minutes ticked by.
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Post by Alek on Sept 6, 2012 16:38:43 GMT -6
Her answer brought nothing more than another smile to his lips. It was good she understood, that he did not have to waste his time stating what he considered to be plainly obvious, especially now, in the heat of the moment, where the only thing he wanted was her. Pain and Pleasure, in Alek's mind, were so easily interchangeable, and this woman was perhaps the only person moreso than him that represented those two traits almost perfectly. Almost as he thought this, her nails dug into his chest, leaving twin bleeding red lines down it. He smiled again into her lips, then, as she showed her true nature, this avatar of sadomasochism that he adored so much.
Her hips rocking into his, her lips pressing against his, her finger trailing his own blood across his neck, it was all simply too much for Alek to hold it in any longer. His hands pulled the rest of her upper body clothing free from her, tearing them into two separate pieces and flinging them aside as his hands scooped her up and turned her around, laying her down on the cement, right in the middle of the pool of the elderlies' blood.
His eyes gazed into hers for a long, hard, moment, assuring her that what she wanted was about to happen. His hands gripped at her yoga pants and began to tear them away as well, intent on leaving her nothing to walk home in when this was all said and done.
That dark, hungry smile crept across his face one more time as he slowly pulled the pants apart, seam by seam by seam...
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Post by Kevala Katashi on Sept 6, 2012 16:57:23 GMT -6
Her clothing torn away, she made sure to do the same to his shirt, ripping it from his body as he scooped her up and laid her down into the pool of blood that had spilled from their victims. Gods, there was nothing more intoxicating than that, her icy hues looking up into his own as she panted softly and shivered beneath him.
As his fingers began to tear away her pants, she would do the same, not bothering with things such as buttons and zippers...instead simply ripping them away, tearing into him as she became reassured by his look as to what was about to happen.
For the moment, any worry about allowing herself too close to him was gone. She wanted to be too close to him, she wanted to be lost in his blood, his touch, his breath against her flesh. She wanted to be able to lose herself and not worry about anything other than being with him.
As that grin curled upon his lips once more, she could not help but raise her head upward and bite down into his neck once more, coating her lips in his blood, feeling it run down her chin as she lapped at it, all the while continuing to tear away his pants.
She didn't care that her clothing was being destroyed. She didn't care she was laying in a pool of her victim's blood. She didn't care that they were in the middle of a park to be seen if somebody should happen upon them. No, she didn't care about a damn thing other than the man atop of her in this moment. The demon purr and pacing about her mind, anxious for more, driving her further and further into this intoxicating moment.
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Post by Alek on Sept 6, 2012 17:12:09 GMT -6
His blood dripped down as he lowered himself onto her, covering her in his very life-force. There was nothing left to be said, nothing left to do but the deed, which was soon, very soon to follow.
----Time Skip----
Gasping, panting for breath, and covered with scratches and scars that he was fairly sure he didn't have earlier, Alek plopped himself down into the blood and gore beneath them, wet with sweat, blood and who knows what all else.
After a long moment or two, he finally turned back to face her, and a slow, cackling laugh burst forth from his lungs.
"There you have it, eh? All three of your favorite things rolled into one night of ecstasy."
He laid back, completely oblivious to the state of the ground beneath him, or the fact that he was completely naked in a public place. None of that mattered to him at the moment, if it, indeed, had ever mattered to him at all.
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Post by Kevala Katashi on Sept 6, 2012 17:20:33 GMT -6
She laid there, struggling to catch her breath and laying within a mixture of blood, sweat and other various things. Her body completely exposed, riddled with cuts, scrapes, bite marks and other markings she knew did not exist before this night. Yet through it all, she could think of nothing else to do but purr in delight at the entire thing.
It had been nothing short of amazing and for the first time in a very, very long time that blood lust she had was sated. All other's grew weak or tired from her constant consumption, but apparently, Alek was different. Which to be honest, she liked. She knew she shouldn't, all logic stated as much, but she did just the same.
Grinning slightly as she heard him burst into laughter, she would turn her head to look at him, her eyes alight with a sort of happiness one could only really get from this type of pleasure. "Yes, a perfect night really."
She was not ashamed to admit such, not at all. Completely oblivious to their current surroundings, though that was likely because she didn't know or understand the concept of shame. Never had, likely never would.
Turning her head back, she looked up at the sky overhead, the clouds blotting out the stars, what few there were. Slowly, her tongue slid across her lower lip, tasting the last bits of his blood that lingered upon them and purring softly. "Though I know that I shouldn't quite like it as much as I did considering where you come from..." A slight nod, her hand reaching up to push her hair back from her face as she let out a little sigh and closed her eyes, just savoring the moment for what it was before her logic thinking kicked back in.
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Post by Alek on Sept 6, 2012 19:47:25 GMT -6
As she regains her own composure, Alek was still laying about, stretching out and popping his shoulders and neck, somewhat cat-like in his posture and behavior. He let out a loud yawn and looked over at her as she responded, nodding and grinning, his particular smirk not doing much to dispel the feline metaphor of moments before.
Her next comment, however, brought a bit of a frown to his face. His face scrunched a little as he studied her, before finally and slowly lifting himself back up to a seating position. His knees drew in and he leaned his arms and head down upon them as he regarded her with a crooked eyebrow.
"I hear your words saying one thing, but your voice saying something else, I think," he comments with a little grin.
"What feels right is right, isn't that right?"
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Post by Kevala Katashi on Sept 6, 2012 20:05:35 GMT -6
She would wait a moment, being far too lazy to stretch just yet....looking up at the sky and allowing her mind to wander. Though when she finally did decide to move, it was clear that he was not the only one that had some sort of feline like quality to his habits.
Stretching slightly, she would yawns and shift onto her hands and knees, arching her back a bit before rolling her head to the side in order to stretch the muscles within. A little shiver given as she felt her muscles loosening and her body relaxing. However, as he sat up and spoke, her attention was drawn away from her own little moment of relaxation to look at him, brow arching just a bit as she tilted her head.
For a moment, a look of confusion came to her eyes, her icy hues glinting with what light filtered from the streetlights along the path. She wasn't sure if he was joking or not, but from the way he looked at her and the tone of his voice, she could gather that was not the case. Besides, if he was what she knew him to be, it wouldn't be something he would joke about in such a way....because well...she wouldn't.
"Do you have any idea what was done to me in order to create you?" She pursed her lips, shifting to sit in a position almost exactly like his own, her head laying upon her knees so that her cheek was pressed to them, her eyes trained upon him. She was dead serious in her line of questioning, only because she was not sure if he would completely understand why she would be hesitant to genuinely allow herself to "like" him.
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Post by Alek on Sept 26, 2012 3:37:04 GMT -6
Alek's grin dropped into a more straight-faced look once he realized that, no, as a matter of fact, he hadn't the slightest idea. Father had mentioned her in nothing but a loving nature, citing her as a creature of beauty and grace, of devilish mind and the most delightful intent, and that he was so lucky to have fathered such a perfect recreation in Alek.
At his core, the younger boy knew he could not have simply been the direct progeny of the older woman before him, especially considering one of his father's favorite pastimes seemed to be experimenting on and perfecting regular human beings, but all the same, it had never occurred to him to ask how exactly he had come about. The notion of needing to know had simply seemed... unnecessary. He existed, and he loved to exist, and anything else was just unnecessary detail.
Finally, he cocked his head to the side a bit, regarding her with his chilly blue eyes. "I cannot say that I do, I'm afraid," he confessed, his straight-lipped features finally dipping into a frown. "All I know is the end result was, as could be expected, coming from a specimen such as you, nothing short of glorious."
And with that, the smile returned again, but not quite as vivid and cheerful as it had been before. Somehow, he could sense Kevala's apprehension, and it was beginning to eat at him, as well.
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Post by Kevala Katashi on Sept 26, 2012 15:16:52 GMT -6
Brushing her fingers through her hair, she allowed her attention to momentarily drop away from him, figuring he would provide her with whatever story that he had been told over the years. Not that she very much expected him to give a shit about what really happened, but she figured the guy might as well know.
Her tongue slowly tracing over her lips, she would glance back at him as he began to speak, her brow arching slightly as she listened to him speak, nodding a bit and then releasing a soft, rather defeated sigh. "Yes, well the outcome is rather amazing, I have to admit that." Pursing her lips for a moment as she shuddered, eyes closing and that all too vivid memory flashing across her mind as real as if it had happened yesterday.
"They broke into my house, when Ezekial was an infant...slit my wrists and left me for my security to find. While in the hospital, they drugged me, so that I could not talk and then had my fiance commit me. She didn't know it, but it was to a lab, which was owned by my family, and from the moment they got me there...they beat me, they tortured me...the orderlies raped me...every night...and there was not a single night that passed i was not experimented on."
It was hard to tell if there was venom in her tone as she spoke or sickness at the images the memories were producing, but she would stotic as ever, simply glancing upward toward the sky. "After the first few weeks, I stopped counting the number of times I was killed and brought back...I also stopped counting the number of men that....well..." Her hand absentmindedly brushing the inside of her thigh, claw marks from those very men scarred into her thighs on either side.
"They never planned to let me go...and I am pretty sure I would still be there today if not for Mischa and David." Musing a bit to herself before attention would snap back to him, a sick, dark smile curling onto her features as she shrugged her shoulders lightly. "So, even though the end result is so damn glorious, as you put it, I am afraid to say the road to getting there was not exactly something I would care to relive.....ever." In truth, she would die first...though she left that part out, knowing she had to be a little careful from here on out what she said to this one.
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