Accidental Sect Leader Meeting // Private: Wolk

[MorbidIce]

Setting// Delusional» This mansion is used as a 'hangout' place the Accident Sect's Council. It's not the most beautiful building on the outside, for the paint is chipped and peeled, the singles are falling off, the window panes are broken, and the place is merely old. But on the inside, it's quite nice. When first stepping in, a large staircase leads up, and wings out. A beautiful chandelier lightens up the large room with a pale, white glow. Various rooms offer comfort and relaxation. Many rooms are already furnished, some as bed rooms and others as recreational rooms. But there are some rooms that are empty, and some rooms that no one knows about. It is complete with all the rooms that a 'hangout' such as this needs. Watch out though, it is easy to get lost in this mansion, with the various stair cases and unmarked doors. Even with the high risk of getting lost, the mansion is a thing of beauty on the inside, even if not on the outside.

IC//

Blue fades into violet, violet into the inexplicable dark of night. There is no one color to describe it but black, but that is generalization. Infact there are many colors in the night sky, though the human eye cannot fathom them, it instead makes all run together into that well known color we have called black. Black, signifying evil, death, and eternity. There are so many faceless names that we have given that one color, the one we can count on seeing every night like a typical lover.

The vast and dark cloak of night fell soundlessly upon the town, smothering any natural light that may of occured during the day. The moon's florescent rays were the only source of light in some places, the lights having been turned off. It seemed coinsidential that the shadows only started creeping around corners at that particular moment, sneaking into alleys and buildings alike. All and any means of keeping out predators of any kind were in place, locks having been clicked into position earlier when lovers came home to their mate for the night or store owners retired to their dreary home life.

Going back to the topic of the aforementioned lack of light, we seek out that of Noel; lounging regally within her room -- Doing very little to blend with the shadows that covered her room like a blanket. She had left the door open, lights off, hauntingly creepy music drifting out from a set of speakers somewhere in the room. The white latex suit she wore was molded to her reclined body, the white shiny material reflecting what little moonlight came in the window. Eyes held a slight glow to them, ethereal beauty seeming to cast off a pale glow within the dark. Within slender hand lay a full glass of liquid- And although one couldn't be sure what it was, they would definately be able to tell it was an alcoholic beverage.

 

[Wolk]

The dark and morbid atmosphere was getting to Rich when he first arrived to this world. Not anymore. Not only did he get used to it; he actually learned to love it. It gave power to the strong and confident, while taking away strength from the weak and putting fear into their quaking hearts.

He loved taking advantage of it. Here in Mariselle, city of the dead, he could do more than he ever could while he was alive. There was no order; fear and respect ruled all. If he wanted money, cars, sex, or anything at all, he had only to come and take. And so he did quite often. Few things were out of his reach. Sex in particular was his favorite treat to taste. Unlike Noel, the mistress who shared power over Accidentals with him, Rich no inhibitions about "sleeping with chattel", as she put it. Every day a different girl was grabbed and used to her fullest as a toy. Some less cooperative ones ended up in such a bad shape by the end of his play, that the Grim Reaper himself had to reconstruct their damaged dead bodies and reintroduce them into the city.

The mangling of bodies and playing on pain seemed to be the favorite passtime of Noel. He figured her as a hard, cold bitch, and an incredibly sexy one at that. It's been said she hasn't slept with anyone in centuries. Nobody was good enough for her. Rich couldn't help smiling at that lightly. Stuck-up bitch. He liked her. If it was anyone else, he'd try to beat the attitude out of her, but this clearly wouldn't fly with one who has been dead for hundreds of years and mistress of this sect for a very long time.

Rich entered the room wearing pants, that outlined his impressive equipment, and a loose shirt that hung open on his broad, muscular chest. His eyes scanned it, finding Noel lazing around on the couch like a panther, then moved to the glass in her hand. His eyes shot up in surprise as he saw the almost-clear liquid.

"No blood in your drink tonight?"

 

[MorbidIce]

It was funny really, for Noel hadn't even realised when yet another master had come into power- Well, it was certain anyway that she hadn't been on the welcoming committee, he would only be like the last, easy to crush under her heel. It was a pleasant surprise to come to find that Rich wasn't like the other whimpering whelp that had the chance to grace Noel's devine presense.

Nothing like him at all.

No, instead Rich was well built, strong and /dominant/- A word rarily used in Noel's vocabulary when describing the petty city folk. It amused her to come home to mangled, regenerating corpses of those that had ensued his 'harsh love'; a subtle tightening in her gut everytime she could hear him at work -- But a mistress who could not control herself had no right controlling others, and so she kept up the facade of petty resistance.

If not for herself, for the others that visited Delusional daily.

Herself, Noel liked to make 'art' out of chosen victims- Sometimes wrapping them in barb wire and using them as a footstool, or sometimes using rose stems to whip their backs bloody; it depended on her mood really. She had been dead over eight hundred years- It was a very long time to be set in one's ways, a very long time to be celibate, to resist temptation, to perfect her powers of persuasion.

Fingers flicked a golden lock from her line of sight as Rich entered her room, a lazy smile offered in reply to his comment. "I was waiting for you," She smirked, raising the glass in salute before she finished off what was left, the glass put to the side as Noel stretched- much like a cat, a very curvy, latex covered white cat.

 

[Wolk]

"You have." Rich said, acknowledging.

His eyes trailed down along her beautiful body, which the tight lates showed off nicely. It was such a shame she wanted to be celibate, he thought again. He hoped to change that sometime. Not that her mere forms were arising his desires. There were plenty of flesh out in the city and he could help himself to any kind he liked, blond or red, big or small, busty or not. Still, something in him recognized that to be with Noel was going to be a pleasure, which having others didn't compare to. To have a sect Mistress moan with her Master as his hips thrust... That would be an exquisite feeling, which nobody has felt for hundreds of years. As such, it was something Rich wanted.

"What did you have in mind?" He asked, making his way to a small bar.

He mixed himself a light drink, adding a bit of dark, red liquid. It wasn't pure blood, but an ingredient based on it. Liquid pain and pleasure, depending which side of it you were on. He took a small gulp on the drink and looked back at the latex-clad cat.

 

[MorbidIce]

The white latex suit fit like a second skin, the silver zipper up the front glistening in the dull light. Predatory gaze watched Rich as he made his way to the bar. Lips painted a hue of red curved into a smile as she sat herself up, a graceful movement having her upon her feet. Arms were stretched over her head, the latex creaking as the subtle lines of her body moved, stretching out her limbs. A simple pair of stilletto white heels graced her feet, giving her more height than she was born with; sure, she was short, but it didn't keep people from quivering at her feet.

"Play time." The fae-like mistress purred, the tattoo of heels against the floor prominant as she made her way over to Rich, fingers sliding against his back as she moved to stand at his side. "The little wench from downstairs passed out already." There was a pout in her tone, as if she were disappointed with the girl having passed out from too many lashes with a cane -- It was a small cane too!

"Want to play with me, Rich?" Playtime with Noel could of meant many things; the alcohol in her system having worked to lighten her demeanor considerably.

 

[Wolk]

Rich grinned, feeling her presence behind him. He didn't flinch at it, which is a lot more than most people in Mariselle could claim. Having Noel at their back was scary, but not for Rich. He felt many things for her, but fear wasn't one of them. She was powerful, yes, but he also knew that if she wanted to harm him, she would have done it a lot earlier, when he didn't even know how to fully use his powers. That she let him keep going free and keep his sanity back when they first met ment she liked something about him.

"Oh? I'd like to play with you, Garter Belt." He turned with a smirk, looking at her cool face, and then down her pretty body.

He reached out for her, knowing already that she'd slip away and letting her. It was a little game, as if.

"I hope you don't expect me to cry in pain from your little cane." He laughed with his eyes, while his lips only made a small smile. "That would be downright boring." He reached out touch her again, playfully. "I might fall asleep."

 

[MorbidIce]

It amused Noel to no end that Rich felt no fear while around her, that simple fact only serving to intrigue the fae critter. It was true, if she wanted him to cower at her feet, she would of done something when he'd first arrived in the city- She demanded that all new arrivals presented themselves before her so that she could.. Illustrate graphically what happened when someone crossed her.

After all, her playroom was intimidating for a reason -- Ah, how she loved her hotel, the suite she had all to herself on the top floor.

Unfortunately, she didn't have all the toys in this place like she did there, and so she had to improvise. A brow was raised in mock questioning as he used her nickname, lips quirking into a grin -- It had been a long time since anyone had called her that.

Instead of moving away from Rich as he reached out, Noel remained where she was; hips cocked and hands upon her hips. "I wasn't thinking of playing with a cane." Noel purred, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at him from beneath a veil of dark lashes. "I was thinking that perhaps.. We'd create some hands on art this night."

 

[Wolk]

Rich was somewhat surprised when she didn't move from his grasping hands. For a moment he felt like one of those silly dogs, who enthusiastically chase after a moving car's wheel, but then, having caught up to it, don't know what to do. It was only for a brief moment, however, barely long enough to notice.

His hands caressed her latex-clad shoulders, then moved on down along the cool curves until he rested them on her breasts. He stroked the flesh through a thin layer of plastic, listening for her purrs, but not quite expecting to hear any. She wasn't like any woman, after all. His fingers brushed her nipples playfully and Rich smiled when he saw something in her eyes. A shine of fire, perhaps. She wasn't as frigidly cold as a stranger might have thought.

"A good hand can be fun." He acknowledged in that same soft, smooth voice.

Leaning in, he moved his mouth towards her sexy red kiss-me lips.

"Show me what you have in mind."

 

[MorbidIce]

Noel's heart was made of ice, not stone and so it could be melted with the right kind of persuasions. Rich's brief blank-out was hardly noticed as he ran his hands over the white plastic that encased her body, the sensation feeling like someone pushing silk against her skin.

No, she wouldn't purr for him under simple petting; such things were reserved for when he was doing a good job -- Although a body would betray the mind time and time again, just as hers was doing now; nipples hardening under his simple touch. She smiled darkly as he leaned down, a finger hooking in the neck of his shirt as she pulled him down the rest of the way, lips brushing against his as she spoke.

"You're gonna have to get rid of this first." She purred, teasing his lips with her tongue before she let go of him -- Better yet, she would /make/ him anticipate their evening.

She wasn't one to use her magics often, but when she wanted to, she was a wicked little tease. Using what the grim reaper had gifted her with, Noel played in Rich's mind -- Showing him flashes of pale skin, of crimson against flawless palour, of red lips against his most intimate region; and just as they were there, they were gone again, Noel looking up at Rich with a winning fuck-me grin.

Women and powertrips went together like ice cream and pie afterall.

 

[Wolk]

Rich sensed magic and suddenly he could feel it: those red, hot, wet lips sucking his big, hard cock. Sliding up and down, caressing his sensitive organ, leaving it wet with saliva and his precum. He saw this pretty blond's face between his legs. Then the vision was quickly gone, leaving just the desire. His cock was hard and ready. He wanted her.

Moving his hands up from her breasts, Rich caressed her face and put two fingers against her sexily parted lips. He slid them in just a touch, watching with pleasure an image not all that much unlike what was just put in his mind. He smiled, taking a step back and putting his arms back. His shirt flowed easily along those strong arms and off his body, landing on the floor behind him. He stood before her with just his light pants on, through which his massive erection was plainly obvious.

"The rest is for you to remove." He said, stepping back to her and putting his hands onto her shoulders.

He slowly pushed down on them, looking into her eyes.

 

[MorbidIce]

When and if Noel wanted to play, it was usually by her rules -- And if they did something she didn't care for, they would know it; be her displeasure verbal or physical. She was feeling playful this night, playful and generous - And why not play with her favorite toy of the moment, the one that called himself master of the accidental sect?

She knew the vision would get to him; it usually worked that way, the golden haired fae having many years to practise such a thing. She'd been careful while wishing for her power, her wish giving her power beyond that of many others; thus the reason she'd been able to take over the sect so easily -- And keep it.

She had closed her lips around his fingers as he had slid them inward, tongue caressing the ends of his digits before he had pulled away, taking off the shirt that hid his perfect flesh from her view. Her lipstick had not smudged and transferred to his skin, but had stayed perfect and whole, bright and glossy upon her plush lips.

"Is it?" She replied silkily, moving towards him, only to sink gracefully to her knees infront of him- A pose she had not often assumed, but was able to do easily enough. Slender digits trailed up his thigh before delving into the hem of those light pants, her cheek rubbed against his erection, the fae critter teasing the one standing before her. Dual colored optics slid from his face so that she could caress her cheek against his cloth covered member, her face placid, calm for the moment.

 

[Wolk]

He let a soft moan slide off his lips. It told Noel her efforts were felt and much appreciated. Not that she needed it, he suspected.

His muscular hands slid down together with her and soon Rich was caressing her golden hair as she rubbed her pretty face against his hard cock. It was a triumph already, if he was to think about it rationally. Who else in the past eight hundred years could boast having Noel on her knees before him, rubbing at his cock like a playful kitten?

Of course, he didn't think rationally. He wanted her. Rich knew how to keep his desires in check, though. He had almost all he wanted, but didn't take it for granted. If need be, he could've survived as the lowliest member of society; this will was what allowed him to be so successful as one of the higher ups.

He harnessed his desire for her and smiled down, keeping his heartrate down. When he spoke it was in a smoothly flowing voice.

"Found something you like down there, kitty?" He smiled.

 

[MorbidIce]

The moan only told Noel what she already knew, the domme supressing laughter; she was going about this in a detached manner, like she was treating one of her slaves to pleasure they deserved -- With one different. Rich was no slave, nor was he beneath her.

Who could boast having Noel on her knees? No one, lest they wish to have their tongues cut out; what happened between Noel and clientel had been a secret, and thus that is how her relationships remained -- Lest she want a terrible rumor unleashed about her.

Fingers peeled his pants down ever so slowly, revealing inch after inch of delicious flesh to her view- The fae able to keep a mildly placid face, although one couldn't mistake the interest in her eyes. To pamper, or not to pamper.. She mused to herself as she pulled the pants down and over his hips, only releasing them when they pooled at his feet- The fae pressing her hands against his thighs, urging him to step back and out of them.

There was no responce to his humourous words, the fae only pausing to look up at him, a pleased smile upon cherry painted lips.

 

[Wolk]

Rich grinned back at her smile. Oh, she found something all right. He took a step back as she urged. And another, and another few, until he was at the comfortable couch. It was made of dark violet velvet, adding to the room's atmosphere and looking perfect in the low light.

He sat, pointing at her and crooked his finger calling her to join him. The look in his eyes was that of hot steel. He was slowly turning into his usual 'bed' self, as happened every time he got aroused well. He was passionate, impatient, hot even, but firm and demanding. Now he looked at Noel and fully expected her to be over and at his spread legs again, between which the big cock stood up proudly, awaiting its pleasure. It was completely irrelevant for now who she was.

Of course, he could keep his passions in check, and he did, as much as was necessary not to insult her. Beyond that need, however, he was himself.

 

[MorbidIce]

Noel knew better then to take offence while playing such a game as this; after all, she had not set down any rules as of yet -- And when she had, she expected him to respect them. That was all; other than that, he was free to act as he wanted.

When all was said and done, Noel usually had her way anyway.

She watched him, sitting upon her knees, studying him as he moved back towards the couch -- Seating himself upon it, knees spread, his member pointing towards the ceiling. Moving silently on hands and knees, Noel made her way over, coming up to sit upon her knees infront of him, lips ever so near his proud erection.

How had Noel managed to be such a graceful being?

In order to train, one had to be trained- And so in life, Noel had been trained as first a sub, and then a dominant; she could play switch if she wanted, but being a dominant brought her so much more pleasure.

Back was straight, shoulders back as she leaned forward, delicate fingers caressing the base of his member before she slid her fingers around to hold him- Other hand coming up to fondle the jewels beneath. Breath was hot upon the head of his member, cherry hued lips being rubbed across ever so slowly, teasingly- Her tongue sliding across her lower lip, only connecting with his skin briefly.

She did know how to make a good show of it, that was for sure.

 

[Wolk]

Rich was enjoying himself. He usually was when they were playing together.

For a while he just watched her as she played with his cock and fondled his balls. That last one drove him wild with pleasure. His big balls were sensitive and she knew just how to cup and play them. Rich groaned softly in his pleasure.

Smiling down at her, he reached with his hand and caressed her hair again. It was sexy and rich, a golden shade rather than the plain straw-blond that was more common. Little by little, his hand tightened on her hair, as he watched her.

"You're quite a tease, Noel." He smiled down at her. "Do you please, too?"

His firm hand, which held her hair, began drawing her in towards his cock, telling her he wanted more of what she had in store. He didn't treat her as hard as he would a plaything, but didn't turn into a mellow worm just because he was with her. He wanted his cock sucked and he getting the point across in his usual fashion.

 

[MorbidIce]

Noel continued to play and tease, letting him anticipate what was to come - /if/ there was anything to come. Noel was odd that way, teasing someone to a peak before just letting them hang, strangled and drove mad by their own desire.

Noel smirked cheekily at him as he played with her hair, knowing all too well what he was thinking; he could do what she had done in the past, using her plaything's hair as reins, roping them in and forcing them to do what was required of them.

Noel was an avid lover of either sex, having no problem in dominating either; although there was a large problem with another female trying to be dominant with her -- She was alpha and that was it, she would have it no other way.

That last bitch, Claire, had found that out rather quickly and painfully.

"We shall see, won't we?" Noel replied mischeviously, cherry pout puckered so that she could wetly kiss the head of his member; deja vu from the vision before probably kicking in periodically. Moving so that she could take the head of his cock in her mouth, tongue slid ever so slowly around that bulbous head, caressing and teasing what sensitive skin it could reach -- Though for the moment, she only allowed the head of his within her mouth; she would take more in when she was ready.

She was an accomplished cock sucker really, knowing the smallest tricks to please the largest of people- especially if she couldn't get them all inside of her mouth/throat. One had to be resourceful that way afterall, wouldn't want the playmate to be disappointed.

 

[Wolk]

"Mmm, yeah, we will." Rich moaned in pleasure as she built more and more arousal in him.

He loved it; loved being wound up like a crazy machine, drove wild and ready to snap like an animal in heat without regard for anything. Rank, consequences, none of it mattered when a passionate man like Rich was driven mad with lust. He would throw Noel herself down and mount her to ram his hot, hard cock into her holes if he was teased enough and didn't care to restrain himself. Keeping your mind balanced and cool was hard work. Sometimes Rich thought it was necessary; other times he didn't bother, prefering the joy of pleasure uninhibited with reason.

He let go of her hair, enjoying the tongue action, and reached for her tits with both hands. The cool latex was pleasant to touch and her ample, perfect flesh underneath was clear. Rubbing latex wasn't the most pleasant of passtimes, so rich groped instead, digging his fingers deep into her breasts, feeling them give way, but push back at him.

"I've always liked your tits." He commented shamelessly in nearly the same smooth voice. It now had some lust mixed in and she could tell her teasing was working.

 

[MorbidIce]

Noel had many years to perfect her techniques, using different ones on different people- Although she had never allowed any one of those people release while she was playing; it was unallowed, and if it happened, she would work them up to the point of exploding and keep them there- Sometimes for hours, sometimes for days.

Her magic could do that to a person.

She hadn't come across anyone else that reminded her so much of a rutting beast -- An animal that used his sexual prowess to assert his rank within the 'pack'. It was an exciting thought, one that would spur her on this night as she took more and more of his length into his mouth- Until it hit the back of her throat - and then she pulled back, working the entire length with her tongue.

She continued to fondle him, the hand at his base stroking over the length she refused to take into her mouth; the fae working on building him up slowly to a peak before letting him simmer there, wait, suffer.

It was all for the betterment of their playtime together afterall.

She hummed her pleasure at his grasping fingers, the hand playing with his balls dropping for only a moment, the zipper to her suit undone to her navel so that Rich would reach inside if he liked; although that was as far as it went, the creature making no move to push it off her shoulders or reveal any more of her pale, glowing form.

 

[Wolk]

She had him groaning in pleasure now that her actions grew intense enough to please rather than tease. She was an expert in sucking, Rich had to admit, but then again, he knew that well before.

He was raising his hips now, meeting her mouth and driving his cock deeper into it. She wouldn't take it past the first few inches that fit in her mouth and Rich didn't insist. Too fast and the fun would be ruined, passed like a speeding train without slowing down enough for you to even have a good look. He wouldn't shy away from a nice, hard throat fucking. It was fun and had its place, but now wasn't the right time and Noel wasn't the right target. Rich usually used mouthrape to take pleasure while asserting his authority over some poor slut. There was no point for it with Noel. He didn't have any more authority over her than she did over him and that's just how he liked it. Even supposing he could turn her into his subordinate, which was under question, why would he? Mariselle had plenty of pretty, weak creatures to take your pleasure from. What was truly valuable are those with spine and skill to be your equal.

He pushed her gently away off his cock, almost laughing at the surprised expression in her eyes. Not many men would be able to resist her skillful mouth and take a break, but Rich did. Like with not being afraid of her, he knew that savoring a brief moment was useless. If she was to pleasure him, she would do it in a few moments, and if she was not all the hanging on to her sucking head wouldn't make her.

So he pushed her back and put his hands onto her shoulders. Smiling, he looked down at her chest, where the opened zipper revealed a glimpse of her body. He hooked the latex under his fingers and pulled it open, then down all the way to her waist, revealing her beautiful chest to his eyes and leaving her topless.

Rich leaned in to her and attached her breasts passionately with hot, hard kisses, letting out some of the arousal that she has put into his cock. He bit her lightly, sucked her nipples and flicked his tongue over them. Finally done playing, he leaned back and guided her by the hair back to his excited cock.

 

[MorbidIce]

She easily accepted his thrusts, never taking in more than she liked- And all the while her hands pleasured him, fingers aching to squeeze into supple flesh; although she resisted the urge, knowing that it would come all in time. They had all night, all eternity really -- The thought pleased Noel, the idea of strapping him to the cross and pleasuring him till he begged for release.

What a sultry, lovely picture that made.

Would he ever try and turn her into his subordinate? She could play switch, although that piece of mind that called to her dominant side would surface again and again, acting as an anti-venom to that poison she thought being a sub was. It was a perfect analogy really; give a sub a piece of power and they thought they owned the world.

A sudden thought came to her unbidden, the idea perfectly wonderful; why not introduce Rich to the murder mistress? She too was dominant in her own way -- And Noel sometimes lamented the fact that she wasn't mistress over that sect instead. Pushing away from his hardness, the domme gave him a pretty pout, one made more to entice than to actually sulk.

Pushed back so that he could undo the skin tight latex, she had to wiggle a bit in order to get it down over her arms; the plastic sticking to her always warm skin. Leaving the bottom intact, the zipper was left under her navel, hiding her thighs and everything inbetween from his view. Head was rolled back as he lavished attention upon her breasts, the fae-mistress absolutely purring with delight.

One of her favorite parts of another female's body was the breasts- Oh how she loved to torture them! To squeeze, nip, lick and suck the nipples of another, hardening those buds before she put clamps on them; or perhaps pierced them for her own perverse pleasure. His playing done all too soon, Noel was guided back to his cock- Although instead of going back to suckling like before, she instead sat up, moving her body along his arousal as she stood, first guiding one leg over his, and then the other so that she was sitting on his lap.

Hands caressed his cheeks before she brought him in close, ravaging his mouth with her own.

 

[Wolk]

An animal-like groan escaped his lips and Rich answered her passionate kiss. He attacked her mouth with savage passion, wrestling her tongue, fighting it to a retreat back to her own mouth and then probing and caressing it all over; he would return then for her to invade his mouth passionately. As she did, he sucked her tongue in then assaulted it with his, poking, rubbing, pressing it against his teeth and the top of his mouth. She would wiggle away easily, of course, since it was impossible to hold someone with your tongue alone, even one as agile as Rich's.

His hands were all over her and they were far from gentle and considerate. He groped her body as if she was a squeeze toy. Her full tits were molded to new forms with his strong fingers, her nipples were squeezed and pulled again and again until she couldn't deny her arousal at it. Rich let a hand travel up and down her flat stomach, caressing the sensitive skin.

Then it was her ass's turn. Full, latex-clad curves of flesh filled his hands nicely and Rich groped at them shamelessly as he kissed her. He rubbed and dug his fingers into it, even moving his hand off and landing a nice slap on it. The latex offered some protection and the blow wasn't nearly as powerful as he could've made it. It was a playful spanking rather than a dominating one.

 

[MorbidIce]

The kiss was fast, passionate and all encompassing, Noel letting her worries fall away and letting the situation at hand invade her usually logistic mind. Her tongue dueled with his, battling against him in that age old dance as teeth nipped at his lips and tongue. Her hands stayed at his cheeks, keeping him there, keeping some measure of control over their lip locking; after all, Noel /loved/ to feel in control.

Pleasant purred moan was given against his lips as he fondled and roughly played with her breasts, squeezing the nipples, the pert buds hardening under his touch. She moved her shoulders back somewhat, thrusting her breasts into his capable hands as he played. Muscles were flexed as he grabbed her ass, the mistress giving another moan as his hand came down upon a latex enclosed cheek.

Yes, it had been far too long since anyone had given *her* a spanking, let alone hit her in any way, shape or form.

 

[Wolk]

Rich grew progressively rougher in his caressing as they kissed. The more his lust rose, the more urgently he wanted the hot, teasing thing that sat on his lap. He wanted to tear away that annoying latex, which separated them, and ram her hard enough to make her scream under his big cock's mighty thrusts.

He rolled on the couch, putting her on her back, while the kiss continued. His heavy, muscular body pressed her down to the couch. His mouth held her passionate attacks and answered in kind, making for a wild hurricane between their lips. His knees forced hers apart, nestling him between her legs, while his hands handled her breasts, giving her nipples the attention they deserved. He wanted her to be as wild as he is. He wanted to tease her like she teased him until her pussy soaped with excitement and desire for him just like his cock craved her in its hardness. Rich moved his hips instinctively, his cock rubbing over the latex on her slit, mound and lower stomach.

"Admit it, Noel, you want me." He grinned at her when their lips parted for a moment, then brought his head down, pressing his lips to tightly hers again and invading her mouth with his tongue.

 

[MorbidIce]

Noel might of looked the part of the doll, but it was for certain she wouldn't break like the porcelian she resembled -- She had once been played with harder than she ever played with any of /her/ toys, seeing as though one could not control others until they had of course, had a taste of being controlled. It had been a very /long/ time since anyone had thought they could control Noel.

Her last master had tried, but had quickly found himself upon her iron cross, repenting for his sins against her, begging her to let him go -- And she had, but not before partially flaying the skin from his back.

Rolled beneath his weight, the fae was quick in trying to regain her previous position, although she was pressed down- forced to lay there, although she wasn't complaining. This new master had /guts/, and she respected that; such actions made her /want/ to get to know him, and his body. No verbal responce was to be had for the moment against his action, her lips, teeth and tongue continuing to battle with his -- painful nips soothed by her tongue.

Knees and thighs forced apart, the mistress squeezed his thighs with her own before simply letting her legs lay where they were; a groan given against his lips as he masturbated himself against the latex of her suit. "Admit it, Noel, you want me." He had said, the mistress returning his expression, dual-colored eyes dancing mischeviously. Her voice was but a purr, reply got in before he had set his lips to her own, "Not as much as you want me," She teased, a hand reaching down and between them, caressing the head of his member every time he thrust upward.

ooc// You need to post on the sect leader meeting thread. Everyone is there but you.