When Reapers Fall (Closed for Kaena)

[LoganDarkHolme]

He couldn’t help but grin as she reached for him, deepening the kiss, he braced himself on his arms above her as he kissed her back just as passionately as she was kissing him. Growling as he felt her hand slide up the length of his pantleg then cup him, a shiver racing through his body as she stroked him and he grew instantly hard for her. Even in the low light he didn’t miss the look of shock on her face when he teased her about calling for him, and he felt his eyes drawn to the necklace she wore, which he could see now seemed to have a light green glow to it, his eyes lifted back to hers and was on the cusp of asking her why she was shocked, but she chose that moment to pull him down into the bed ontop of her, as he caught the scent of her arousal, “mmmmmm I would almost think you actually missed me, “ finding himself suddenly on his back as she thew him off balance, and rolled him, coming to sit astride his hips, her hands tore at his shirt and he growled in desire, there was a gleam to her eyes that some women might give a chocolate bar before they completely demolish it and it sent a shiver down his spine as she “like a women starved” he quipped before her lips found his chest and he groaned. He slid his hands up her back, squirming beneath her as she slid lower, straddling his legs, he lifted his hips as she devested him of his pants “Damn female…………..” hips bucking as she fisted his cock and he had no more words.

As much as he loved the feel of her touching him he ran his hands into her hair and tugged, pulling her head up so he could kiss her, hard, their tongues tangling, he thrust his hips up, throwing her off balance and rolled her, giving her a wicked grin as he pinned her down “Not going to be that easy tonight” he growled, slipping his hand between her thighs, returning the favor as he cupped her, fingers teasing through her wetness “so wet……….”

 

[Kaena]

It was like a whirlwind that she had no control of. One minute she was kissing him and teasing him through his pants and the next something came over her and she had him pinned beneath her as she rid him of his clothing. A hunger was burning inside her and she was insatiable. Her hand found his hard cock and she posted her hand up and down it as her lips pressed against his bare chest. She growled when she felt his hand in her hair and she was pulled up into his kiss. She returned the kiss with all the passion she was feeling inside, her breath catching in her throat.

She yelped when he bucked her off him and rolled, ending with her beneath him. Her eyes gleamed with something primal as he looked down at her with a cocky grin, thinking he had gotten the upper hand. Her body involuntarily arched into his touch as he cupped her pussy, a deep needful moan escaping her lips.

“Not going to be that easy tonight” She growled in response to his words. The memory of him cornering her in the shower that morning added to the sudden spark of what felt like anger that flickered to life inside her from being pinned beneath him. She had always had a dominant streak in her, but tonight she felt it even more. Something inside her wanted him to pay for having the audacity of thinking he could control her and that something really wanted to see him squirm and beg.

"No, it will not be easy for you," she replied, her voice taking on the ethereal tone it had the night before. Her eyes deepened to a deep blue as she bit his lip and twisted their bodies to once again switch their position, him pinned beneath her. Another lustful growl escaped her throat as she leaned down and kissed his neck, grazing her teeth along his skin. Her wet pussy pressed against his hard cock, trapping it between them as she grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head. She felt a rush of energy as she looked down at him naked beneath her, something she never felt before. Her eyes devoured him as she licked her lips. The hunger had once again replaced her anger and he was definitely on the menu.

Reaching for his belt she had cast aside earlier, she wrapped it around his wrists and tightened it. Holding the belt between his wrists with one hand, she reached between them and slid two fingers into her eager pussy. She moaned softly as she pleasured herself, her hand brushing against his cock with each stroke, her wet pussy pressing against him, close to what he wanted, but yet so far.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

God, she was a fire cracker tonight, kissing him back with everything she was worth, that flash of anger at again being overpowered, and it made him grin. Even as she bucked beneath him and kiss him with the fury of long denied. Her growl raced a shiver down his spine as their eyes locked, and held, he was panting already and smiling, laughing softly as they both still, staring at each other, the hunger in the air between them electric. 800 years he’d never been affected this way, her scent, her anger, the defiance and air of superiority, she was drop dead gorgeous and she knew it, she didn’t flaunt it, she didn’t have to. He’d watched several of the officers today and the way they stared at her, smelled the lust in the air they threw off, and at least for now, she was hungry for him and him only. That really shouldn’t have mattered to him but it did.

"No, it will not be easy for you," the spell broken he blinked, focusing on her again he grinned, leaning down he nipped her bottom lip teasingly, letting go a soft gasp as she surged up and flipped him, his eyebrows hitting his hairline as her voice hissed at him, the scalding kiss she gave him blanked his mind. This aggression had caught him completely by surprise and he had to admit, it was a fucking turn on, he arched beneath her trying to roll her again, but she locked her legs around his hips and he just didn’t have the leverage to flip her again as she all but threw his arms above his head as she kissed him stupid yet again. Her body poised against his, she’d trapped his cock against his stomach and was grinding herself against him which felt utterly fantastic. He’d been about to reach for her when he felt her break the kiss and his eyes were drawn to her breasts. She’d leaned up far enough for him to flick her nipples with his tongue briefly before he felt something wrap around his wrists and he looked up, blinking “Sneaky female” he laughed, seeing she’d tied his wrists with his own belt, creative, he was again impressed by her ingenuity, and with her hand pressing against the leather between his wrists she effectively trapped his hands. Not that he was adverse to it, more and more she spiked his curiosity and fascination

“god women youre on fire” he moaned, feeling how hot and slick she was, boy she really did get off on being bossy, and he wondered just how far she’d push her little game, so he laid back, his eyes watching her as she rode him, but not in the way he really wanted, he was steel hard and it was becoming painful how much she affected him. His tongue darting out he licked his lips his eyes narrowing, Two could play this game, his eyes dropping to where she was stroking herself his fingers twitched as a phantom finger caressed her skin, feeling like ice had licked across her clit and leaving a trail of heat in its path he grinned watching the shock on her face and the tremor that speared her body and he gave a low throaty chuckle, his hands may be bound, but psychic fingers where a whole new ballgame as that phantom touch speared into her core

 

[Kaena]

She knew he would try to take back the upper hand but this time she was ready for him When he arched in an attempt to flip her, she tightened her legs around his hips and held him in place. He wasn't going anywhere until she allowed it and for now she was enjoying the feel of his body pinned beneath her, totally at her mercy. As she leaned down to kiss him once more, she could feel his rock hard cock pressing against her stomach, begging for attention.

She feel as if a cool finger hand joined hers and flicked against her clit caused her to spasm and cry out softly, her eyes widening. As it ventured deep inside her, she moaned softly and arched her back. His laughed made her realize it was him that was doing it and it only spurred her onward, her pussy gliding up and down against his cock, her juices leaving it slick and ready for when she wanted to finally use it. His phantom touch only acted as an advantage to her, pushing her closer to her inevitable orgasm.

Looking down at his amused face, she leaned in and all but attacked his neck again, her lips and teeth exploring ever nook and cranny. Pulling her juice slick fingers from her drippy pussy, she reached up and smeared them along his lips.

"Suck them," she ordered, pressing them into his mouth. "Taste me. Taste what you so desperately want." Laughing softly, she shifted so that she slid slowly down onto his cock, the walls of her wanton pussy clenching tightly around his member. She was already so close and the feel of him buried deep inside only pushed her even closer. She remained still, using her muscles to clench her pussy around his cock, her knees holding his hips in place so he couldn't thrust up into her. She looked at him, her eyes gleaming as she waited for him to do as he was ordered.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

He chuckled, and groaned, as she rode him, but not how he wanted her to ride him, although he knew she wouldn’t wait long, he was content to let her think she had the upper hand on him for now. He enjoyed the hungry look in her eyes, and the fight for dominance between them was a turn on, his hands gripping the belt as he tugged at her restraining hand impressed at , moaning she continued to tease herself on him, his eyes closing as he just enjoyed the feel of her body , her scent filling the air with hot spice, he rolled his hips up, teasing her further, he rather liked he look of her wild like this. "Taste me. Taste what you so desperately want." his eyes narrowed at the commanding tone, but he lashed out his tongue, circling her fingers, his eyes never breaking contact with her as if saying “you know what my tongue can do to you” before he sucked her fingers into his mouth, growling at the taste of her, he arched his hips up into her again as she finally sank onto his aching prick, a shudder racing through his body as he moaned “fuck, like liquid lava” he panted, twitching and pulsing within her body from need, feeling her flutter around him. Christ she was close already, she really did get off from trying to be the dominant one didn’t she? Fuck, his eyes met hers, seeing the wanton desire as she clentched her muscles, milking him without even moving, he’d be impressed if it didn’t feel so fucking good “Fuck women, you sure youre not a succubus?” he taunted, half laughing

 

[Kaena]

She had caught the dark look he flashed her when she ordered him to suck on her fingers. It gave her a feeling of self satisfaction that she could have that type of control over him and that he hated it so much. She smiled at that thought. He might hate her display of dominance now, but, in time he would learn to enjoy it, perhaps even crave it.

The feel of his tongue swirling around her fingers sent a shiver down her spine, the memory of it between her legs causing her pussy to tighten. When she finally slid down on his hard cock, she could feel him trembling with need beneath her. His member throbbed deep inside her as she clenched around it, sending shivers of pleasure up and down her spine. Her moan of pleasure matched his as she leaned down to brush her lips against his lightly.

“Fuck women, you sure youre not a succubus?” His taunt made her straighten up again and start to move her hips to ride him slowly. Her eyes gleamed with an almost unnatural light as she looked down at him.

"Succubi have nothing on me," she replied, her voice changing once again. She blinked as the words fell from her mouth, not recognizing her own voice. She moved her hips faster, another moan falling from her throat. She was so close, her body screamed for release, but, she continued to hold back, milking every ounce of pleasure from the situation as she could get.

Releasing her hold on his hips she slid nearly off his cock before slamming back down to the base, crying out as it bottomed out inside her. She looked down at him again, her face flush from their coupling, looking deep into his eyes. God he was good looking, maybe too good looking for her own good. Leaning down she ran her tongue along his ear. "Come for me" she ordered, her voice holding no room for argument, her hips moving faster as she pushed them both towards that magical release.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

He let his head fall back as she took what she wanted from him, he didn’t care, he wasn’t adverse to women being on top. So he’d give her her little perceived victory, more then once he’d caught the gleam of satisfaction in her eyes when he’d done what she wanted. Silently snorting to himself he moaned, arching his hips up to meet her as she began to move in ernest above him. "Succubi have nothing on me," that had him blinking his eyes open and focusing on her, he didn’t for a second miss the change in her voice, even with their last round of bed destroying sex he didn’t remember her voice changing that noticeably. With a grunt, and a hard flex, his chest, and arms buldging, he snapped the belt she’d wrapped expertly around his wrists and wiggled his fingers to get feeling back into them before he gripped her hips. Gasping hard his eyes went unfocused, even as he planted his feet into the bed and slammed his hips up into her, wanting to watch her fly apart her aura shown bright, and it furrowed his brows. If he didn’t know any better he would think she WAS a succubus the way her lifeforce was glowing at this moment. Stronger then any mortal he’d seen, and reaped in the last 800 years. He was about to say something when she gave a subtle twist to her hips that broke his concentration and he moaned

"Come for me" he snarled at that commanding tone, both because it pissed him off, and because it was so unexpected his back bowed, feeling her twist her hips once more and clamping down on him he broke, his body shuddering hard as he cursed her name and swore violently, gripping her hips he slammed deep, hilting himself as he exploded within her hot soul sucking pussy, ragged breathing, hammering heartbeat, and the pounding of the blood in his ears all he heard for several moments as she went limp, collapsing over his chest like a blanket, as if she was gracefully falling, it was cute. He wrapped his arms around her, cursing silent as his hearing slowly returned. He was going to ask her what the fuck she was, because after that tiny little display he wasn’t sure she was quiet human any more, but he also sensed she really didn’t know either. There had been for the briefest moment a look of confusion on her face but lost herself to the pleasure. He was going to have to look into this. she could be dangerous……….

 

[Kaena]

She had to admit she was rather impressed that he was able to snap the belt holding his wrists so easily. The sound of the leather snapping echoed through the room along with her moan as he buried himself deep inside her . For a brief second he seemed surrounded by a bright light but when she blinked it was gone and she chalked it up to her imagination. She could see he was about to say something but instead he moaned loudly as she shifted her hips to allow him to slide deeper inside her.

There it was again, the pissed off look on his face when she gave him the order to come. As much as he hated the order, she knew he wouldn't argue. What man, be him human or supernatural, would deny himself that luxury when he had his cock buried into a hot, wet and inviting pussy. Instead he cursed loudly, grabbed her hips with an iron grip and slammed his cock deep into the depths of her tunnel. The feeling of his cock spasming and his hot seed flooding inside her pushed her over her own edge and she came hard, her pussy clamping tightly around his cock as she screamed his name. Her body seemed suspended in time as wave after wave of pleasure flooded her senses. Finally it was as if a string was cut and she collapsed, falling over his chest her breath coming in gasps and her heart beating wildly.

As she lay there gathering her senses, her mind tried to process what had happened. She had felt something different about herself when she answered him about being a succubus. It was as if the woman she had been her whole life was becoming dying off and a new one was rising from the ashes, a woman she didn't recognize and was not entirely sure she wanted to be. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before he came along, it had to be something he was doing to her. Was it possible his own magic was bringing out something in her that she never knew existed?

Slowly she slid off his softening cock and rolled onto the bed beside him. She suddenly felt very tired, her energy drained from their very explosive act. Curling up beside him, she lay her head on his chest and her leg over his, breathing in his manly scent as she felt her eyelids getting heavy. She didn't know if he would be there when the morning light came, but for now she just wanted to enjoy the moment lying in his arms.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

He lay there, struggling to catch his breath as she draped herself over him, his arms curling around her, stroking her back softly as she too breathed hard, her body still shuddering and twitching against him he grinned, god the women was fucking gorgeous when she came. As her breathing evened out he knew she’d fallen asleep. Smirking to himself he continued to softly stroke her, as he didn’t have to sleep he just contented himself with watching her, feeling her body pressed against him. His eyes dropping to the pendant around her neck he pursed his lips slightly. He’d tried to take it once before and the damn thing had burned him, he wasn’t about to try again now. Sighing his mind turned to what he was “suppose” to be doing, and not what he was doing to her. he had 3 days left to try and convince her to let him wipe her memories. The longer they kept them the harder it became to completely scrub someone clean. And considering the mind blowing sex he was pretty sure the memories were far too ingrained in her brain now for him to ever be able to remove all of them without damaging her mind. Silently he cursed at that realization. Why the hell did he let things get this far? He was 800 years old and yet a pretty women batting her eyeslashes at him, and accusing him of murder and he’d fallen into bed with her the first chance he got……..well…….half lie, his plan had been to seduce her then scrub her clean, thaaaaaaattttttt didn’t quite go as planned………he need a plan B………then he looked down at the peaceful look on her face and thought, OK, maybe plan C cause he didn’t quite want to give her up just yet…….she was one very hot piece of ass……..

Feeling her shift then roll over he smiled, placing soft kisses down her back he got up, doing what he needed to in the bathroom he wandered into her kitchen, glancing through her fridge he was about to pull out her tote of eggs and make something to eat for them when his hand began to itch, silently he returned to the bedroom and dressed, hearing a sound he looked up, her eyes were on him, but they were half lidded, clouded…..she watched him but she wasn’t awake, he heard her mumble something to him but couldn’t understand it. His voice was a pitched low “Sleep babe, I have to go to work.” He watched as she mutely nodded and her eyes drifted shut once more. Buttoning up his shirt and realizing he’d lost one or two buttons he rolled his eyes and grinned before he teleported to the soul calling to him for release

 

[Kaena]

She dreamed as she lay safe and warm in his arms. Her dreams were filled with vast bodies of water and shipwrecked ships , of lost souls wandering aimlessly calling for the one they loved above all else, their hands stained with the blood of those they murdered in the name of love. And under it all played a hauntingly beautiful song that seemed to call to those in her dreams. It all seemed so familiar, yet foreign to her, as if she had lived this life once before.

She mumbled softly as he kissed her back gently, aware of his presence, or lack thereof as he got out of bed, but still not completely awake. She still felt like all her energy had been drained from her body and was having a hard time fighting her way from the state of in between being asleep and awake. She stretched out and pulled the sheet over herself, shivering as the cool morning air traveled over her body. She missed the warmth of his body beside her. She kept drifting in and out of sleep until she heard him enter the bedroom once more. Turning towards him, she watched him dress with half closed eyes.

"Come back to bed," she mumbled softly, fighting once again to stay awake. She frowned at his admonition that he had to leave for work but simply nodded, letting her eyes fall closed again. By the time he had teleported from the room she had been pulled back into her dreams. This time she dreamed of someone standing on the shore while angry waves crashed around her. She seemed unfazed by the water, her gaze intent as it watched the approaching ship. She could hear the song again, and realized it was being sung by the woman. Once again the woman seemed so familiar, like she should know her. As the woman turned to face her, Adriana woke up, sitting up quickly in bed, her heart beating wildly. The memory of what she saw before she woke chilled her to the bone. When the woman had turned to face her she realized it was her face staring back at her.

"What the fuck," she whispered to herself, brushing a shaky hand through her hair. It didn't make any sense. The dreams seemed so real, so vivid, like none she had ever experienced before. What was happening to her? Ever since he had come into her life, she didn't feel like herself anymore. She felt like a stronger, more powerful version of herself. She had never been one to shy away from anything, but, now she felt like she could face anything head on without fear. Was it because of him? Was his power being transferred to her through their coupling, or was it something else? And what did the dreams mean? She had so many questions that she feared she would never get answers to, but maybe if she explained everything to him he would know what was going on. But, she was not sure if she was ready to confess such things to him yet. She had only met him days ago and still had yet to gain control of him through her pendant. She didn't want to scare him away before she had a chance to get what she originally wanted.

Sighing she got of bed and made her way to the bathroom. Turning the water on as hot as she could stand, she stepped beneath it. She lay her forehead against her arm that rested against the shower wall and let the water beat down her back. The water helped to ease the tension the dream had given her and by the time she stepped out of the shower, she almost felt like her old self again. Dressing quickly,she fed Kali before pulling out her case files from the Ritual Killer. She needed to focus more on the case and stop letting her thoughts of him distract her. There were people being brutally murdered by this guy and she needed to stop him before he killed again. The problem was, she was not any closer to finding him than she was before. She had wasted too much time trying to find out who Thomas was and not focusing on the real killer. Yet, maybe finding Thomas was going to help her find this killer. He had seen him after all, which was more than anyone else had. But, she knew that Thomas was not going to give up when he knew freely, even if they were having mind blowing sex, he feared the consequences. She needed to get the pendant on him soon, she just had to figure out how.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

It was after 2 in the afternoon when he appeared at his loft in New York, the Perks of being immortal and on the company payroll, they had houses, condos, flats, all manner of safe houses they could retire to throughout the world. But as his assigned “area” for reaping was the Lower half of the United states unless he had to cover for another, he stuck to the “high rent” residences . Stripping off his shirt he sighed, scrubbing his face, 3 days, he. Had. 3 days, to figure things out. Tossing the shirt in the hamper outside the bathroom he walked into the small home office and powered on the laptop. Returning to the kitchen he whipped up a quick light lunch and returned to the office. Signing into the company “network” he checked his mail, one would think Grim reapers didn’t need email, but as spread out as they were, and the availability of technology had led a lot of super naturals and his fellow reapers to create a highly secured private network, so they could communicate easier. Shooting off a vague email to the Overseer regarding the current “situation” which he labeled as “work in progress” he set about scouring the reaper network, police databases, and google for any history he could find regarding the annoyingly hot agent that was a huge thorn in his ass. Stubborn fucking bitch……

It was several hours later he closed the laptop with a grumble, his searching had yielded nothing of significance. He couldn’t trace her family line back any farther then the 1800’s, and even that had taken a lot of cross referening to make sure the information was right. Adriana Morgan, was a puzzle box, an annoying, pushy, bitchy, sexy, smoking hot puzzle he needed to figure out, and quick. What really made him chuckle was a few pictures he’d found of her online. She seemed all hard-asssed, prim, and bitchy, but a profile he ran across on a BDSM website had surprised him. Well, not really, he already knew she had a penchant to being a commanding, bossy female, she fancied herself a “Dominant female into Femdom and submissive males” well, she was going to learn he wasn’t anyone’s submissive “Anything” if her recent attitude and actions during their last few………..interludes……was any clearer of hint. Laying his head back his mind wandered back to her, and he had to adjust himself in his pants. Images of her and what he was going to do to her, to break her of her “im in control” attitude and he grinned. Images of her on her knees, her lips wrapped around his cock, unzipping his pants he freed himself and fisted his cock, the fantasy playing out in his mind.

She’d be wet and willing, he’d had a vibrator buried deep in her body, and he’d have the remote, he’d turn it on and off as she sucked on him, teasing her with It, keeping her hot. His hand fisted in her hair as he fucked her mouth slowly…….. as the fantasy played out he pumped himself faster, images one after another, her bound to the bed as he teased, licked, kissed and played with her. of her on her hands and knees as he took her from behind. Jerking hard in his office chair he came hard, gasping, having gotten lost in the images he’d conjured he cursed, sitting there panting for a moment as the aftershocks wracked his body he cursed again, FUCKING WOMAN, why the fuck could he not keep her out of his thoughts, His chest and hand dripping with his own release he growled and stalked into the bathroom, shedding the rest of his clothes he stepped into the hot spray of the shower.

She was fucking human, he was 800 fucking years old, and he’d just jacked off like a horny teenager fawning over the Hot substitute teacher. Irritated with himself and her his mood soured, he’d slept with a LOT of women over the centuries, he’d fucked them then left them, not being afforded the luxury of relationships because of what he was. But this female, her bitchy attitude and haughtiness had gotten under his skin. NO one had ever stood up to him, or talked down to him like she had. FUCK, he punched the showerwall then washed up. Dressing in a clean suit, black slacks, black shirt, black tie he slicked his hair back and looked in the mirror, oh yea, he had the “John Wick” look down pat, although he always did look good in Armani. Checking the clock it was nearly 7. Maybe he’d hit up a bar, he needed a drink

 

[Kaena]

Adriana groaned, rubbing her temples as she looked away from the file. She glanced up at he clock and winced. It was already almost 7 o'clock at night. Her stomach grumbled reminding her that she hadn't eaten other than the apple she had found on a brief break from her work. Mumbling to herself she walked to the kitchen and pulled out some Chinese take out left over the from the other night and grabbed a pair of chopsticks. Not caring it was cold she walked to her desk, eating as she went. Sighing she flipped through the file that lay open on her desk, hoping that maybe, just maybe something would jump out at her. Anything that would give her a lead, other than Thomas. Slamming the file shut in frustration she threw the empty take out container in the garbage and went into her room.

"What are you looking at?" she grumbled at Kali who was laying on the bed staring at her. Giving an indignant meow the cat continued to stare at her. If Adriana didn't know better she would think the cat was judging her for what had happened in that very bed earlier that morning. Smiling to herself, she idly stroked the pendant around her neck as she replayed the mornings adventures in her mind, the soreness between her legs a pleasant reminder. Why was she so drawn to Thomas? He was dangerous in so many ways, yet she still wanted, no craved to have him beneath her. Closing her eyes she closed her hand around the pendant and was instantly transported to what appeared to be another fancy apartment of his. How many did he own? Looking around the room, her eyes fell on him seated in his desk chair, his exposed cock in his hands as he pleasured himself. She shivered at the sound of his moan, her pussy tingling in response. She continued to watch him until he came hard, arching off his chair. When she realized what she was doing, she let go of the pendant and was returned back to her own room, her cat once again staring at her.

"Don't judge me," she scolded the cat. "You have seen him. Can you blame me?" Getting undressed, she flopped down on the bed, running a hand through her hair. "Look at me talking to a cat. Am I losing it?" Shaking her head she lay back against her pillows, her mind wandering back to what she had just witnessed. God he was a sexy piece of ass. Sliding her hand between her legs she ran her fingers over her clit, moaning she played the scene of him coming over and over in her head as she quickly brought herself close. Plunging a finger into her pussy, she arched off the bed, moaning louder as her body responded to her touch. She imagined him between her legs, begging to come as he thrust deep inside her. Pulling her fingers from the depths of her sopping pussy, she fingered herself faster and faster, her breath quickening. With a cry she came, arching off the bed in the throws of her orgasm. Collapsing against the bed she lay gasping, trying to catch her breath.

Once again satiated, she reached for the pendant again but decided against it. She instead lay back against the pillows and let her eyes drift shut. Having not had much sleep the night before, thanks to him and her dreams, it didn't take long for her to fall asleep, her body entangled in the sheets.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

As the sun set, he found himself wandering Bourbon St, he hadn’t been able to get the Detective out of his mind. At. All. After about the 4th time “relieving” himself he had snarled. Angry at himself for acting like a hormonal teenager, stomped to the shower, and dressed. He needed a drink, badly. And that brought him back to New Orleans. He could have gone to Vegas, Palm Beach, hell NYC, he tried to deny it, but he knew what brought him back here, but it was taking all of his willpower NOT to go to her, to ignore that impulse that all men had that screamed “Sex, Fuck, screw, copulate, do it! Now!” but he had a job to do. It was harder then a steel plated dildo but after a few drinks his mind turned inward. The Ebb and flow of energy around New Orleans was shifting, he could feel it, and it didn’t feel right, tainted, and again, he knew why, that fucking serial killer. After his third glass of Bourbon his hand began to itch, and inwardly he thanked the universe for the Distraction. Laying a $50 on the bar he made his way into the night, the dead were calling.

The night turned out to be extremely busy, Nevada, Washington, California, Tennesee, although not unusual to have intermittent upticks in deaths from time to time it did succeed in providing him with the distraction he needed, as his scythe swung on his latest soul, he sighed and looked up the steep cliffs of the Grand Canyon, Next on This episode of Domestic Violence INC. Jealous Husband thinks wife is cheating, beats her, ties her up, and throws her into the canyon… with a sigh he Teleported himself to the top of the cliffs, his gaze looking out over the dusty plains, the sky a deep red/orange as the sun began to rise. Releasing the hold on his scythe it faded into the ether’s once more. 48 hours, he had 48 hours left, scrubbing his face he sighed, damn that women. He needed more information, a lot more, Teleporting himself back to New Orleans he appeared in a dark off Trade st he made sure no one was around then transformed himself into his Raven’s body, fluttering his wings to stretch out and settle into this form he took flight.

He was going to have to keep an eye on the the women today, taking flight he did a loop around the City, just enjoying the cool air against his feathers, watching as the city woke for the day, stopping in the park he pecked at the ground, an elderly lady throwing breadcrumbs, he pearched on the bench beside her, hopping closer, giving her a rottling croak, he took the piece of bread she offered and flew off. Hey, he wasn’t above offers of free food, even if he wasn’t “truly” a bird, but hey, it’s the simple things that as a Reaper with an extremely long life span, bring a smile to a person’s face, just seeing how the elderly lady got joy in feeding the birds, and having them so close, knowing that, even as a bird his actions could bring a spark of happiness to her day, well………you do what you have to. Circling again he pearched outside her bedroom window, shaking out his feathers, making a show to preening, and cleaning them he watched her, and damn the women if the sight of her naked ass tangled in the bedsheets didn’t nearly make him shift, teleport inside her bedroom and spend the day fucking her stupid. But some miracle of the universe he stayed right where he was, knowing her alarm would go off soon. He’d decided to spend the day following her

 

[Kaena]

Adriana woke in cold sweat, her eyes searching the room for what had woken her from another disturbing dream. Her eyes fell on Kali sitting on the end of the bed, her eyes glued to the bedroom window. Adriana followed her gaze to find a large black raven sitting on her railing of the fire escape outside her window. She frowned at the sight of the bird, a feeling nagging her at the back of her mind that she recognized it from somewhere, but she couldn't quite place it. She shook her head at the thought, it was just a damn bird, there were thousands of them in the city. Still she couldn't help but feel that it was watching her. She shivered and drew her blanket around her naked body, as if to hide from its view.

"Look at me worried about a stupid bird," she growled to herself as she got up from the bed, letting the blanket fall back onto the mattress. She walked naked to the kitchen and poured some food into Kali's dish before walking into the bathroom to turn on the shower. She didn't know if it was the site of the bird or the dream she had been having before she woke up, but, a feeling of uneasiness fluttered in her stomach. Sighing, she stepped into the hot water of the shower, letting the heat of the water wash over her, her dream coming to mind. It was similar to the rest, and yet different at the same time. This time the woman in her dream was standing on a cliff watching a young man who stood precariously on the edge. "Ill do it, I'd do anything for your love," the young man cried out, his voice carrying on the storm. "Its all for you." Adriana had woken up as the young man had jumped, the woman walking away impassively as if nothing had happened. It was the indifference written on the face of someone who looked exactly like her that sent a chill down Adriana's spine.

Stepping from the shower, Adriana wrapped a towel around herself, trying to chase the chill away that the memory of the dream had caused. It didn't make any sense to her. It was as if the woman in her dream had some way of compelling others to do things they wouldn't normally do, just to win her attention. It was only a dream right? Why did it feel so real to her?

Walking to her room, she glanced at the window to see the raven still sitting there preening itself. Kali had moved the window ledge and was sitting chattering at the bird. The way the bird looked at her was unnerving, almost like there was some kind of intelligence behind its beady eyes. Walking to the window she pulled the curtain, relaxing once she was no longer under its gaze.

It was as she was doing up the last button on her dress that Adriana had a thought. The dreams seemed so familiar because they were like the tales her mother used to tell her when she was a child of Sirens. As she grew up , her mother's tales had gotten darker, changing from the mythical creatures luring sailors to their death, to them making men become so devoted and in love with them that they were willing to do anything for them, even kill their loved ones or themselves. Still it didn't explain why she was having the dreams, it had been years since she had heard the tales. Was it because of Thomas? Was he somehow awakening memories, or heaven forbid, awakening something in her that had remained buried her whole life.

Walking to her computer, she flopped down and opened a browser window. She paused, unsure what to search that might give her some incite into what was going on. First she typed Reaper, which only led her to the basic myth around the reapers of souls. Then she typed in Siren and only resulted in finding information she already knew from the tales her mother hand told her. Frustrated she slammed her laptop shut and reached for her car keys. If modern technology was no help, maybe there would be something hidden in the annals of the library. Maybe there was some ancient book that could tell her what the fuck was going on with her.

Locking her apartment behind her she climbed into her car and drove to the oldest library in the city. As she stepped from her car she swore she saw a flash of black pass by her peripheral vision but by the time she turned her head in the direction there was nothing there. She shook her head at herself. Now she was starting to see things. This whole thing with Thomas was really messing with her head.

The building was silent as she stepped through the heavy doors. She looked around in almost reverence, having always loved libraries. She was startled out of her thoughts by a small woman who stood by the front desk. The woman was ancient and looked like she had been there since the library had been built.

"Can I help you with something dear?" the woman asked, her clouded eyes looking Adriana up and down.

"Umm, yes," Adriana replied, feeling uneasy under her scrutiny. "I am looking for books you have on ancient lore. Specifically lore about reapers and sirens."

"Those are some interests you have," the woman replied, stepping out from behind the desk. "I think I know just the book for you. Follow me." Adriana followed her through the library to a back corner that looked like it hadn't been visited in years. The old lady pulled a book from the shelf and blew the dust off it. "This is what you are looking for dear. It will hold all the answers you are looking for."

"I am not looking for answers..."Adriana lied, flipping through the ancient book. By the time she looked up the woman had disappeared among the shelves of books. Carrying the book to a table near by, Adriana sat down and starting pouring through the pages. The book held more information than she was able to find on the internet. Most of the what the book said about reapers she had already known, though she hadn't known before that they were shapeshifters, able to take on the shape of any animal that they wanted. Her mind went back to the raven at her window. He wouldn't have would he? In reality, knowing what she did about him, it seemed feasible that he would. Now she was definitely happy she had closed her curtains.

It was the section about Sirens that drew her attention the most. It reiterated what her mother had told her, but, it also spoke of how families could go several generations without a siren being born among them. The last known siren had lived over a hundred years ago and it was thought that they had all died off. According the book, sirens could go their whole life without realizing what they were until something drew their true nature out, usually a trauma or a brush with death.

"Well I would say fucking a reaper is a pretty close brush with death," Adriana said, closing the book and shaking her head. It couldn't be true. It was just some stupid fictional book, wasn't it? Then again, she had always believed that reapers were mythical creatures as well, and yet Thomas was as real flesh and blood as they come.

Carrying the book to the shelf it came from she slid it back into place and made her way back through the maze of book shelves to the front lobby. The old woman was no longer there, instead replaced by a young woman who looked up confused as she approached.

"How did you get in here?" the woman asked. "We only opened five minutes ago. I unlocked the door myself."

"The door was open when I got here." Adriana replied, flashing her an equally confused look. "The other librarian must have opened before you got here. Either way please tell her I found what I needed and thank you for pointing me in the right direction."

"I don't know what you are talking about miss," she librarian replied, her face going white as if she had seen a ghost. "I am the only one who works here."

"Well i don't know what to tell you, " Adriana said heading for the door. "There was definitely another woman here. " Not waiting for reply she stepped back out into the bright sunlight, her eyes quickly adjusting as she made her way to the car. As she slid into her seat she looked back up a the library, swearing she could make out the old woman watching her from a window on the second floor. Blinking she looked again and saw nothing but an empty window staring back at her.

"Well that was fucking creepy," she said to herself as she pointed her car back towards home, her mind reeling with more questions than she had before. Was the book to be believed that sirens actually existed and if they really did, was she one? No it couldn't be, she was human wasn't she? She had no reason before now to believe anything otherwise. Other than the tales her mother had told her, her parents never let on that their family was any different than others, or maybe they didn't know either. Unfortunately both of her parents had passed away so she wasn't able to ask them.

"I think I'm losing my mind," she whispered to herself as she parked her car in her driveway. "Maybe this is all some crazy dream and I need to wake up." Pinching herself she winced. Nope wasn't a dream. Sighing she let herself back into her apartment, reaching down to pat Kali on the head before flopping down on the couch and turning on the t.v. to some mindless comedy show. She needed to give her mind a break from the overload of information before she gave herself a panic attack.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

He watched with some amusement as she stared at him through the window, the confusion plain on her face as she stared at his feathered form, and he rather enjoyed the view of her naked body as well as she moved around her home. A rattled call from him as she slammed the curtains closed blocking his view and he flew off, he circled for a while, patrolling from the skies until he saw her leaving. He’d followed her across town, surprised to see her heading to the library of all things, he felt the call of the supernatural energies from the place and it peaked his interest even more, landing on the window sill of the upper floor he stared into the window, watching the ghost of the Library founders wife as she moved about the attic, then downstairs, his head cocked in curiosity he teleported himself into the building, cloaking himself in the deep shadows he watched, as the elderly ghost guided her into the restricted section. She spared him only the briefest glance, able to sense his reaper’s mark on Adriana she gave him the briest of nods, not wanting to alert the Detective to his shadowed presence.

He watched her thumb through the book and frowned, watching her focus intently on it her confusion and frustration only seemed to mount as whatever she was reading didn’t seem to please her in the slightest. His lips kicking up in an amused smile and an arched eyebrow as she slammed the book closed "Well I would say fucking a reaper is a pretty close brush with death," what in the hell WAS she reading???? He watched her place the book back on the shelf as the current “living” librarian rounded the corner, gasping in shock as she spotted Adriana and proceeded to chastise her for being in the building. The flustered look on Adriana’s face had him stifling a snicker that even cloaked as he was, she would no doubt hear. After she walked away, he approached the Young girl, dropping the cloak he whispered softly to her, lulling her into a trace he wiped the memory or Adrianna’s presence from her mind, then he meandered his way to the isle the Detective had come from, seeing the hand print on the dust covered book he pulled it free and looked at the cover “Ancient Mythology and lore, Facts and compendium of all known creatures” was she doing more research into him?

His brows furrowed “pretty close brush with death?” he spoke quietly to himself “what did she mean by that?” he wondered aloud. Thumbing through the first few pages he decided to keep the book, tucking it under his arm he closed his eyes, reaching out his senses, he traced her lifeforce……….”ohhh, she went home……..interesting……….letting the cloak of shadows fall around him again he appeared in her living room, he took a seat in her recliner kitty corner from her sofa, thumbing through the pages as he let the shadow spell fall away Kali meowing softly jumping of the couch and up onto the arm of his chair before settling her ass between him and the book as he idly thumbed the pages "Maybe this is all some crazy dream and I need to wake up." he smiled as she completely ignored him, as she stared at the TV “I wouldn’t say your crazy there babe, you just need a massage and a good nights sleep” he just grinned at her as she leapt from the sofa with a curse, and again that fucking gun was in her hand, where the hell was she keeping the damn thing that she got to it so quickly?

He held up the book “a little bit of light reading dear?” he taunted

 

[Kaena]

As much as she tried to use the t.v. as a distraction, Adriana's mind still reeled from what she had read in the book. The more she thought about it, the more she was beginning to believe there was something to the idea of her being a Siren. It would definitely explain the mood swings and unfounded confidence that she had experienced lately. She was so deep in her thoughts she barely acknowledged Kali's meow as she greeted Thomas.

"Come here baby," she called the cat, patting the couch beside, her unfocused eyes still glued to the nonsensical scene on the t.v. screen in front of her. She frowned when the cat didn't immediately jump up at her call, but thought nothing of it. Cats were finicky creatures after all. It wasn't until he spoke that she realized that she wasn't alone. Her training instinctively kicked in and she rolled to her feet, her gun in her hand and pointed in the direction his voice came from. Taking a deep breath, she was finally able to focus and found him sitting in her arm chair, a cocky look on his face. Her hand twitched at the urge to slap the look away, but instead her gaze fell on the book in his hand. Was that? No it couldn't be. Yes, it was the book from the library. But, how did he come to have it.

"I told you not to do that anymore," she growled, easily crossing the space between them and pressing the barrel of her gun against his crotch. "Next time, I will shoot and ask questions later and I can guarantee you, I don't miss." She left the implied threat hanging in the air before sliding her gun back into its holster. Her eyes went back to the book he held and she felt her anger start to rise.

"Were you following me?" she asked, her steel blue gaze meeting his. She thought she had heard his chuckle in the library, but had brushed it off as her own paranoia, but it suddenly made sense. To say that she was pissed that he had been spying on her was an understatement and once again she had to fight the urge to slap him.

"Give me that," she said, reaching to snatch the book from his hand but missing on the first try. Instead of trying again, she returned to her seat on the couch and took another deep breath to calm her nerves. Reaching up to grasp the pendant around her neck she instantly felt a calm wash over her, her anger dissipating as quickly as it came. Dropping her hand she looked back at him.

"I don't appreciate you spying on me," she said, her gaze meeting his. She realized the irony of her words when she herself done the same. "And it is no business of yours what I was doing with that book." Leaning back against the cushions she allowed her eyes to travel along his body. Now that her anger had eased, the memory of their time together was putting her in an entirely different mood. She bit her bottom lip, not hiding the fact that she was checking him out. God he was sexy.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

"I told you not to do that anymore," the corner of his mouth quirked up in a smirk, even as she approached him, the anger on her face just making him smile more, and he managed to keep himself perfectly still even as she poked him in the crotch with her weapon "Next time, I will shoot and ask questions later he chuckled low his tongue peaking out to lick his lips his voiced pitched low to tease her “oh, come now, you know you wont shoot me there, you enjoy that part of me too much” he grinned, laughing softly as she missed her grab at the book, and he readied himself for her to make enough grab but she just turned and stomped back to her couch, "Were you following me?" an eyebrow peaked up making his smirk kick up farther “no of course not, I stopped by the library this afternoon looking for some books on gardening, and a wisened old librarian told me id be interested in some light reading material” he held up the book before setting back in his lap and thumbing it open again

"I don't appreciate you spying on me, And it is no business of yours what I was doing with that book." his face relaxed as he sat back, his features a mask of stoicism as he continued to thumb through the pages “keeping an eye on you is my job……….for the moment………and very much against my better judgement” he said, his eyes skimming pages “relax love” he said, his voice taking on that hypnotic baritone, that he used to both lul a person into relaxing, and a voice he’d found had a way of affecting her on a much more……..interesting………level….even as he read, he sensed her eyes on him, inspecting him, could feel that heated gaze as it roamed over his body and he mutely wondered why he could feel her stare as intensely as he could

“You’ve asked a number of questions about me, and I sense quite a few questions that you haven’t yet voiced, and I too, am interested in you” he said, looking up as he watched her grasp the pendant, his eyes narrowing just barely before his gaze returned to her face, watching her body relax suddenly as she leaned back against the couch’s backrest. “Ive walked this Realm for 900 years, and you are the first women whose had this big of impact on my existence, there is an unnatural allure about you that I just cant seem to fight, but there are things in this world you do NOT need to know about. And its for your safety that I NEED, to take these memories from you, the world cannot. CANNOT, know about supernatural existence. And you’ve put yourself at risk” he looked down again as he came to a new chapter Sirens: Existential compendium of known history again his eyebrow peaked and he looked to her “What do you know about your family tree?”

 

[Kaena]

He really had a way to get under her skin. One minute she wanted to slap the cocky look off his face and then next she wanted to throw him down on the floor and have her way with him. Lucky for him, she had more self control than that and instead she just sat watching him from the couch, her blue eyes staring daggers at him.

"I don't need you keep an eye on me and I don't need you to worry about my safety," she said, her voice calm as she continued to stare him down. She was really getting tired of him telling her that it wasn't safe for her to know of his existance. She was a big girl, she could take care of herself. Besides, why would he want her to forget him, it was obvious he had enjoyed their times together as much as she had. She sighed, running a hand through hair. He seemed to be more desperate now about wiping her memory, she had to find a way to get the pendant on him before he disappeared from her life forever.

Her curiosity peaked as he raised an eyebrow while looking intently at the book in his hand. Had he figured out what she had been reading about in the library? What he would do if he found out that she might now be all that he had thought her to be? Her worry intensified when he looked up at her and asked her about her family tree. She shrugged, attempting to appear nonchalant as she thought about his question.

"There is nothing special about it," she replied, looking away from him for a second. She didn't want him to see her concern in her eyes. She was slowly coming to accept the fact that she might be a siren, but, she didn't want him to know that just yet. "My grandparents immigrated to the Unites States from Ireland when my mother was 16. She met my father here in New Orleans when she was 18 and they married and had me. My father's parents were born and raised here, so nothing crazy there as well. We are just the average family as far as I know, though I don't really know anything about my ancestors back in Ireland."

Looking back at him she met his gaze with a smile. She had to find a way to distract him away from reading the book anymore. She didn't want him to put two and two together before she figured everything else out herself. Getting up off the couch, she moved to stand in front of him. Leaning down she kissed him softly, her hands on each arm of the chair, essentially trapping him.

"I can think of more interesting things to do than reading," she purred, her gaze meeting his again. This time she made no attempt to hide the desire in her eyes. She dipped her head and kissed along his neck, , her breath warm against his skin.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

"I don't need you keep an eye on me and I don't need you to worry about my safety," he gave an exasperated sigh “yes, I do, im not the only supe, and not all of us are as understanding as I am, you could be attacked for knowing about us, and I refuse to have your death on my hands” it wasn’t a threat, and he stated it matter of factly as he watched her stretch, her top doing little to hide her curves, he watched the emotions and thoughts flow across her face, even though she tried to hide it, something about him looking at the book had put her on edge, and again, his eyes narrowed for the briefest moment as he again looked down at the book in his hand, and he wondered if he was indeed on to something. The question was, what had she been reading, this book was centuries old, and thicker then an oak tree. She hadn’t spent too much time reading it so whatever she looked at had to have been near the beginning. So he’d take the time to read at least the first four chapters. His gaze lifted as movement caught his eye and he blinked up at her as she stood and approached him.

His eyes involuntarily trailed down her body and a shiver of anticipation snaked its way down his spine and settled low in his gut, inhaling her caught her scent on the air and it only served to harden him further, he was glad for the book covering him for the moment as he watched her approach, a calculated gleam in her eyes that was replaced by a wash of desire, his mouth parting, he was about to ask her what she was doing when her voice dropped to an indescribably husky tone that could rival his own hyponotic power when she practically purred "I can think of more interesting things to do than reading," he inhaled a ragged breath as she bent over him, giving him the briefest view down her shirt. No Bra…………..the little minx………he was actually about to protest her statement when his eyes closed, goosebumps hidden beneath his suit raced down his body as her lips found his neck and he let go a low growl, half in irritation that she was trying to distract him, half in pleasure

“now………look……I aint your damn t………….” he trailed off as she nipped at the base of his jaw and he growled lower, her breath caressing his skin as he felt the weight of the book move from his lap and her hand boldly cup him, she’d no doubt feel exactly what she was doing to him, his hands slipping up to her waist, fingers gliding up her ribs, the shirt bunching up as he glided his fingers over breasts, the roughened pads of his thumbs circling her nipples as her mouth pressed to his and he kissed her, groaning, the rumble of a chuckle he felt in her chest told him that she’d gotten him right where she wanted him as he heard the jingle of his belt being loosened and the sound of his zipper being lowered, he did have 48 hours left…….whats one more night in her bed? As she broke the kiss he found himself blinking to clear his vision as she gave him a “im going to rock your world” smile “umm……..soo…..uhh………Ireland……..tell me………….do you know anything before that?” he tried to change the subject, the haze of lust she was wrapping around him quickly sapping his sanity

 

[Kaena]

She rolled her eyes as he spoke about the other supernaturals that were a danger to her. If only he knew what she thought she did, he would be singing a different tune. She contemplated for a moment telling him her suspicions, but once again decided against it. Sirens didn't exactly have a good reputation according to the book. She didn't know why, but she didn't want to give him a reason to not come around anymore. As much as she wouldn't admit it, she was starting to enjoy his company.

She knew he was going to try to stop her as soon as she approached his chair, but, any protest he may have had died on his lips as her mouth found the pulse on his neck with her exploring lips. The growl that escaped his throat made her smile as she nipped lightly at the base of his jaw before cupping his hard cock through his pants. She laughed softly at the effect she was having on him, shivering as she felt his hands trail up her slides and under her shirt. She inhaled sharply at the feel of his hands on her breasts and his thumbs circling her nipples. She laughed again. She had him exactly where she wanted him. As long as he was focused on her, he would not be asking questions that she didn't want to answer. Reaching down she undid his belt and lowered his zipper, her hand slipping into his pants to dance playfully along his cock before she pulled away giving him a seductive smile.

“umm……..soo…..uhh………Ireland……..tell me………….do you know anything before that?” She smirked at his attempt to change the subject. She could see in his eyes that he was already starting to succumb to her advances.

"Shh don't talk," she said putting her finger to his lips before leaning in and capturing them once again with her own. Grabbing his shirt she pulled him up from the chair, deepening the kiss as she tugged his pants down with her other hand. Her hand once again found his cock and stroked it as she backed him towards the couch, her lips never leaving his until she felt him stop as his legs hit the couch. Grinning at him, she pushed him back onto the couch, flashing him a hungry look before grabbing his shirt and pulling it apart, the buttons flying across the room as she dipped her head to capture his nipple in her mouth. Her desire to have him was burning deep within her soul and nothing was going to stop her from getting what she wanted.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

He hissed as she fisted him, inhaling deeply he groaned low, his head falling back briefly against the back of the chair, he felt her hand work him slowly, as she kissed him, his tongue swirling into her mouth, kissing her back just as passionately before she broke the kiss, it took him a minute before he could focus his eyes to look at her, and the smile she gave him almost had him cumming right there. The surge of strength as she pulled him to his feet had his eyebrows hitting his hairline in surprise had him about to say something but her finger against his lips stopped him and his eyes flicked to hers, heated, his swirled his tongue around her finger to tease and tantilize as she purred at him "Shh don't talk," ok yea, he supposed he could continue this conversation after he’d fucked her into oblivion. Feeling her tugging him he assumed she wanted to head to the bedroom but as she turned and tore his shirt he cursed “HEY, that is Armani ill have you know!” he growled as her hands traced his chest, and fuck it was his favorite shirt, she just merely chuckled at him and he growled, watching as she shoved his pants down and he kicked them away just as she shoved him down on the couch she’d been sitting on.

He laughed, an eyebrow arched as she straddled him and his hands went to her ass, cupping it and squeezing it as she again kissed him and all thoughts left his mind. God what in the fuck was this women doing to him, this was NOT the plan tonight, AT. ALL. But as her tongue and taste invaded his mouth, and she kissed a trail down his chest again it just didn’t seem to matter, he dragged his nails up her back as he tore her shirt off in return, leaving her topless before him and he licked his lips taking in the sight of her. he felt………….drugged………..delirious as her their combined scents of lust and heated skin filled his senses. Watching as she got off his lap and all but ripped off her dress slacks he took in her naked form, licking his lips as she straddled him again, and his lips found her breasts. Kissing and licking at them before he suckled a nipple into his mouth, bucking as she sank onto him with an almost desperate hunger, god she was fucking hot, and soaked……….fuuuuccckkkkkkk

“what the hell are you doing to me women he panted”

 

[Kaena]

She couldn't help but laugh at his reaction to her tearing his shirt open. Frankly she don't know where she had gotten the strength to even do so, but, it was amusing none the less. Her eyes trailed hungrily over his body like a lion about to devour its prey. She straddled him as her mouth moved to conquer his once again, vaguely aware of his hands on her ass as her tongue battled against his. The feel of his nails sliding down her back brought her back to reality and she gasped as he tore her shirt off leaving her breasts naked. She smiled as he licked his lips, his eyes burning with unbridled desire as he took in the vision before him.

Climbing off his lap she quickly stripped off the rest of her cloths and threw them aside before climbing back on top of him. She moaned loudly as his mouth found her nipple, the contrast of the cold air and his hot mouth making it instantly erect between his lips. Lifting her hips she slowly sank down on his rock hard cock, crying out as it bottomed out inside her. Her body felt alive, singing with an erotic electricity she had never felt before. Placing her hands on his shoulders she began to ride him, her breath quickening as her pussy clenched eagerly around his cock with each pass. His body bucked beneath hers, causing his cock to drive even deeper inside her, which in turn caused her to cry out in pleasure. Sure their times together before had been intense but there was something different about tonight. There was something deeper between them, something that pulled them together like two magnets. When she looked into his eyes it was almost like he was in a trance or under some kind of spell that the sight and feel of her body had but him in.

Leaning down, she kissed along the side of his neck, feeling his pulse beneath her lips. She trailed her tongue along where she kissed, barely resisting the urge to bite him as she continued to ride him with unbridled passion. His body move in unison with hers, as if they were two pieces of one whole, the feel of him deep inside her pushing her quickly towards the edge.

“what the hell are you doing to me woman?" his words barely registered in her sex addled brain, but, once they did, she growled softly, her lips moving to his ear.

"Making you mine," she replied, her voice husky with her arousal, yet not quite sounding like her own. She didn't know where the words had come from, but they felt right, like they were meant to be said. In this moment, with his cock buried inside her quivering pussy, she was staking her claim on him. She was making him hers and even if he tried to resist, he now belonged to her, whether he knew it or not. At that, she started to ride him faster, a sense of urgency washing over her as felt herself once again barreling towards sweet release. She cried out as she came hard on his cock, her scream of pleasure only amplifying the experience. If her eyes had not been closed he would have seen the unnatural colour of blue they had turned for a brief moment as she came. Her moans echoed throughout the room as she rode him until her orgasm subsided and she collapsed against him, realizing in the heat of the moment, she didn't even know if he had come as well, but still ever aware of his cock still buried inside her.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

God she was aggressive tonight, he moaned as she rode him, god the women could have been a rodeo rider the way her hips clenched him as she arched and rolled against him, and he felt lost, the haze of lust swirling around him held him enthralled, driving his hips up into her, matching her rhythm as her nails dug into her shoulders, they mouths dueling as they kissed, each trying to over power the other, he panted hard as she broke the kiss, and he watched the pleasure flow across her features, the women was fucking gorgeous, she almost glowed, he thought she was going to kiss him again but he felt her lips against his neck and jaw as she whispered "Making you mine," it took him a moment before he realized she was answering his statement, a light sheen of sweat glisten on his chest as he raked his hands over her hips, feeling her body move, feeling her muscles as they tightened, he knew she was close. And he smiled, he enjoyed how worked up she got while they fucked, so hot, he felt her juices soaking his thighs, her breathing grow ragged.

“Fuck yesss, that’s it, “ he moaned as she suddenly seized above him, his name leaving her lips as she spasmed hard, and he felt her muscles flutter around him. Taking the opportunity he rolled her onto her back on the couch, taking her hands in his he pinned them above her head, pulling back he slammed into her, once, twice, then again before he joined her, hilting himself deep as he cried out, quaking above her, god he felt the rush of power between them, and he was too lost to really concentrate on it but his muscles quivered and he slumped to the couch beside her, happy it was an oversized couch they both were able to fit comfortably as he cuddled her into his chest, his eyes closed “fuucckkk babe…….youre gunna kill me one day….” He chuckled, allowing his hands to stroke over her skin, it took him some time before his head seemed to clear and he kissed her neck gently “So, what were you reading?” he asked gentle, his voice holding a genuine curiosity to it

He didn’t know what was happening, he’d come here with a plan, and knew what he had to do, but the minute she kissed him he lost all sense of direction, her touch cut through his common sense, now they were cuddled together on her couch after another whirlwind bout of hot sex, and it felt like he had to fight to regain some sense. Idly he let his fingers tease around the curve of her breasts, enjoying the feel of her soft skin, his eyes settling on the pendant resting there between the valley of her tits, “We have one rule above all, Humans must never learn or be exposed to the supernatural world, human history is painted by war’s and disputes because of differences, to learn or or be exposed to us is a death sentence, and the one who exposed our world to that person is also sentenced to death,” he stated plainly, sighing “Although I wasn’t exactly the one who exposed you, I am being blamed, and the Sorcerer, your life is in danger, I was given a week to remove your memories of us, or silence you completely………and well……………..i just cant…….. “

 

[Kaena]

She cried out as he rolled her onto her back and pinned her hands above her head. Any protest she had at being pinned down died on her lips as she felt him thrust into her. Even though she had just came, she was there already again at the feel of him buried deep within her velvet depths. With each thrust a soft cry escaped her lips until his final thrust brought them both to a crashing finale, their bodies writhing together, the air practically singing around them. It wasn't until he collapsed onto the couch beside her that she was finally able to catch her breath, her naked chest heaving as she worked to calm herself. She allowed herself to be cuddled against his strong chest, shivering at the feel of his hands brushing lightly over her skin.

“fuucckkk babe…….youre gunna kill me one day….” His words made her giggle softly. He was a manifestation of death itself, she highly doubted he could be killed so easily. She shivered again at the feel of his lips on her neck, frowning at his mention of the book again. After what had just happened between them, she was almost convinced that she was indeed a Siren, or at least not entirely human, but she was not sure if she was ready to let him know that yet.

"I was just curious about you," she lied, her voice catching in her throat at the feel of his fingers brushing over her breath. "You have not exactly been forthcoming about yourself. I only know you are what you are because I figured it out myself." She reached up to brush his hand away, wanting a clear mind as she listened to him talk about the one "rule". She nodded her head in understanding as to why they didn't want humans to know about their existence, but frowned at his admonition of his mission to wipe her memories or silence her. So that was what this was all about. He set out to seduce and fuck her just to break down her defenses so he could rob her of any memory she had of him.

She almost pulled away from him in anger until she heard the change in his voice. Instead she looked up into his eyes as he admitted he couldn't do what he had set out to do. She realized he wasn't admitting defeat in that he just couldn't physically do it, but, something deeper was keeping him from completing his goal. She sighed and pulled him close, kissing him softly. A battle waged deep inside her. It would make things so much easier to just tell him the truth. Then he wouldn't have to worry about his "rule", or her life being in danger. The pendant lying on her chest suddenly felt warm and she shook her head, reminded that she was on her own mission and she really wasn't any better than him in that regards. If she told him now, she might never get a chance to get the pendant on him and use it to get the information she needed about the Ritual killer. Still she felt an almost pain at the realization of what he said really meant. If he didn't finish his mission, it wouldn't be only her life that was in danger, but, his as well. Was that a gamble she was willing to take, just to catch some stupid serial killer.

"I have something to tell you," she said, sitting up on the couch and pulling a blanket over her naked body. She didn't want him distracted when she told him what she suspected about herself.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

He lay there, his breathing returning to normal finally his hand stroked her back, lost his thought, he watched the emotions play across her face, she was a fascinating human, wasn’t very good at hiding her emotions. Sighing he stared up at her ceiling, his hand resting on the curve of her ass, "I have something to tell you," he looked down at her, arching a brow “That you enjoying trying to be the Dominant one and youll make me pay for pinning you down? I already know that sweetheart, its cute that you think you can control me“ he smirked, taunting her, stretching softly he heard several muscles pop and he sat up, keeping her curled against his chest “You eat dinner yet?, “ he said, “im suddenly finding myself hungry,” his lips trailing her neck he spanked her ass “and not just hungry for you, “ he quipped and got up, stretching again twisting at the waist “your couch is comfortable, but your bed is bigger…..” do you have anything to drink?” he ask, walking bareassed into her kitchen and popping open the fridge