Clarkson Mannor

[PogueMahone]

Ivan Clarkson

Ivan sighed as he felt Anna’s presence. Not again, He sighed, knowing that the combination of Anna’s infatuation with him and Celeste’s contempt almost always led to some sort of confrontation. Usually very physical and nasty confrontations that he tried to avoid at all costs. Anna had been in his employ during their lives and had taken her own life the night of Celeste’s murder. Ivan had always known Anna was attracted to him but he felt her too unbalanced to take as a lover, her suicide was just proof of that. He’d tried to steer clear of her in the manor, hating how she doted and clung to him, no matter how obvious he was in his disinterest. Anna, not now. Ivan thought to her as he moved away from the parlour, feeling her presence and will in the drawing room. Jealousy truly is a bitter fruit, He thought to himself as he noted Anna’s new body as she moved towards Celeste and the inevitable confrontation. He was glad to be able to avoid both of them as he moved quickly back to his study.

The presence of Sam was another nuisance, one so slight that he’d never even acknowledged the other spirit, knowing full well what Celeste and her incorporeal lover got up to behind his back.

Putting the thoughts of all others aside, Ivan reentered the study, smiling at the young women as she sipped at another glass of whiskey. “I do hope the spirits agree with you,” He told her earnestly as he moved to sit behind his desk, his eyes fixed on her face. “I do apologize for leaving you alone, my wife can be quite demanding at times.”

"Dear Ivan, are you enjoying your little toy darling?" Celeste’s thoughts came to him from one of the bedrooms, her voice almost dripping with false concern.

“I’m enjoying her company very much, my dear,” Ivan thought back to her, “Something I haven’t been able to say is true of you in more then a century.”

“You look like you’ve got a question to ask, Jenna?” Ivan asked, raising his eyebrows, inviting this young beauty to speak.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Jenna

Jenna smiled at Ivan, and prepaired herself to ask her question. "As you had left me to look around, I noticed a picture," she said pointing to the one on his desk. "I think it say's it was taken in 1905. How could that be, you haven't aged at all?"

She sat holding her glass, taking a sip, hoping it would calm her nerves. SHe looked at him waiting to hear his answer, to find out more about him. Jenna was very interested in this man.

 

[PogueMahone]

Ivan Clarkson

“The photograph was taken in 1905,” Ivan told Jenna with a smile and a false laugh. “It was taken just outside here, near the rose garden. And as for me aging, thank you, but I’m afraid the man in the photograph is my great grandfather. I’m named for him,” Ivan lied, wishing to tell this intriguing young woman the truth but knowing she was unprepared to handle it. “I’m told quite often that I resemble him.”

“Now, what of you, my dear?” Ivan asked, hoping to turn the conversation away from himself, hating to lie to her even if only to protect her. “Is one of those young men your beau?”

 

[molly_hunter28]

"No, we are all good friend. We have dated one another at one point but nothing serious resulted," she told Ivan, feeling at ease with him. Jenna smiled, taking what he had told her as truth.

"We were planning on spending the weekend up at a cabin, hanging out. We haven;t spent time to together as a group in awhile. So, um, Ivan, it's a very nice place you have here. Family home," she questioned.

 

[PogueMahone]

Ivan Clarkson

“Yes,” Ivan replied nodding his head as he looked around the room lovingly. “My great grandfather, the first Ivan, had it built for his new wife, it was supposed to have been their dream home.”

“It’s been in the family ever since,” He told her with a smile. “Would you perhaps like a tour of the old place?” He asked as he stood up, moving over to the cupboard and refilling her glass with whiskey. “The storm doesn’t seem to be passing and it’ll probably be hours before you can leave.”

 

[molly_hunter28]

Jenna

She smiled up at Ivan as he fille dher glass. The man had an old world charm. Something men today didn't have. "I would love a tour," she told him taking her glass.

Jenna knew there was something about this man, she felt such a strong pull. Unsure as to what it was, she smiled to herself. Her smile faded as she remembered he was married. With his wife as hot as she was he'd have no need for her, or would he. She thought about how they had acted in the palor, maybe Jenna did have a chance.

 

[PogueMahone]

Ivan Clarkson

“Very good,” Ivan smiled with a small bow of his head as she accepted his invitation to a tour of the manor. She reminded him so much of Celeste when she younger but without the deviousness, this young woman seemed to be honest and straight forward, something Celeste had never been. A fact that Ivan had found out much too late.

“If you’d like to finish your drink, my dear, we can begin the grand tour,” Ivan said, setting the whiskey back into the cupboard.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Jenna

Taking her last sip, it warmed her body on the way down. She handed her glass back to Ivan. "When you are ready, so am I."

Jenna was very curious about the man next to her. "Ivan can I ask you a few thing, do you mind?"

 

[PogueMahone]

Ivan Clarkson

“Then let’s go,” Ivan replied with a smile, taking her glass and setting carefully on the corner of his desk. “Shall we?” He asked, offering her his arm in a gentlemanly fashion.

“Oh, please, ask away,” Ivan replied with a warm smile, “I enjoy talking with you, my dear, it’s a pleasant change from conversing with my wife.”

 

[molly_hunter28]

Jenna

It warmed Jenna to hear that, she didn't know why but didn't really care. SHe place her arm in his, noticing that while he maybe a tad pale, he did not lack in the muscular department.

"How did you meet your wife?" she asked him as they began the tour.

 

[PogueMahone]

Ivan Clarkson

Ivan smiled as the young woman placed her arm in his, escorting her out into the large entryway. “Celeste and I met at a mutual acquaintance’s house. We were both invited over for tea one afternoon. It was a matchmaking set up but neither one of us knew that at the time.” He told Jenna as he stopped in front of the large twin staircases. “The drawing room and parlour you know, as you do my study,” He pointed at the doors as he named the rooms. “Let’s go into the ballroom,” He suggested, indicating a set of double doors set slightly apart from the others. As his hand touched the door handle, Ivan sent his will before him, so that as he opened the door they were greeted to the sight of perfectly polished floors and gleaming brass.

“I was smitten with Celeste the moment I saw her,” Ivan continued his story. “I proposed to her that very afternoon actually. She refused me but I was persistent, pursuing her for weeks until she finally consented to be my wife. I started building this house…” Ivan paused, realizing he’d been so caught up telling his history that he’d forgotten his fictional origin.

“The mantle piece is of imported Italian marble,” Ivan informed her, hoping to change the subject and distract her from his faux pas. “Can you imagine the parties, the formal dances, that took place in this room, Jenna?” Ivan asked, looking around the large room with obvious pride, the multitudes of dancers and revelers still vivid in his memory.

 

[DaisyBuchanan]

Kellie

(OOC - that is fine, since I didn't have the forethought to dress her)

Kellie lounged in the room, nearly finished with the whiskey.

She sat up quickly and raised her free hand to her neck as she turned around. She was certain she felt… something... Her hand checked her neck but nothing was there, her eyes checked the room but they saw nothing. Sitting back in the sofa, she shrugged it off and returned to her drink. She whimpered softly as her nipples hardened, again it was a feeling she could not describe. The feeling was vague, indistinct but her body’s reaction definite.

She looked carefully but she was still alone.

The strange feeling wasn’t stopping. “Oh…” She moaned in both fear and rising excitement as the feeling spread from the flesh of her stomach to her breasts. She grabbed her tits, hoping her fingers could chase the strange feeling away but all that did was add another, but less satisfying, level of pleasure. She lowered her hands and grabbed on to the sofa, arching her back as more of her body was dragged along by the pleasure being driven by her tits.

“Oh, no… please…” she moaned as the strange feeling spread to her pussy.

 

[sinfulsandi]

Celeste

I could feel the sexual tension that Sam was causing Kelli and it caused my own body to tingle as she was sexually stimulated by him. This more like it and Sam certainly knew how to touch a woman as I remembered the first time he had touched me in life. Ivan had gone into to town on business and I had been watching Sam for quite sometime. I had him pour me a bath and then stepped into the hot water. I thought about his hard tan muscular body and how it would feel against my own body. I called his name summoning him back to the bathroom. When he arrived I stood up totally naked asking if he would mind helping me to dry off. Sam practically ran to me and our lips crashed against one anothers. He picked me up taking me across the hall to one of the many bedrooms. Actually the very bedroom that Kole and myself was in at this moment. He threw me down on the bed as I tore at his clothes. His lips were everywhere and I couldn't get enough of him. Then he entered me for the first time sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout my body. His stamina was amazing and he thrust into me over and over pinning my arms to the bed. My cries of passion could be heard throughout the house as he pleased me many times. His own orgasm was a wave of white hot pleasure as he held himself deep within me and I clung to his back leaving bloody trails where I raked it with my finger nails.

 

[karnelman]

The further Dillion got from Celeste the more the fog lifted. He was no longer lost and managed to locate the room where he left Kellie just as Jenna and their host stepped into another room. She didn’t seem to be in any danger and she certainly wasn’t objecting to being with the old man so Dillion continued his quest to reconnect with Kellie. Upon entering the room he saw her. Her eyes were shut and she was gripping the sofa cushion. She had the unmistakable look of a woman in the throws of sex. But she was alone and still fully clothed and not even touching herself, Dillion observed. He paused for a moment confused about the scene. The confusion quickly turned to concern as he decided maybe she was sick as opposed to aroused.

“Kellie, you ok? Is there something wrong, babe?” He asked as he moved across the room to her.

 

[DaisyBuchanan]

Kellie

“Kellie, you ok? Is there something wrong, babe?” Dillon asked as he moved across the room to her.

She opened her eyes as she heard his voice, “Dillon, I don’t know what’s happening…” She turned to look at him as a little moan escaped her lips. “Help me.”

The tone of her voice, the breathless deep whisper, was familiar to Dillon. Back when they were dating, that was the voice that whispered in his ear, “Fuck me, sweetheart, do it hard.”

Her body moved, responding to the strange stimuli; her back arched and her legs spread. Her head tossed from side to side and her lips moaned, while her hands held on to the sofa. Fear and confusion was in her eyes, but desire too, as even her mind was touched.

“Dillion, please help me…” She opened her arms and held out her hands, “Kiss me, sweetheart…”

 

[molly_hunter28]

Jenna

Jenna listened to Ivan's story, so aborbed in it. They entered the ballroom, and it was as though she could see the room filled with dancers. A band that played a classic tune.

"Ivan it's as though I can truely see it. Beautiful flowing gowns, men in formal wear, even a band. It's amazing," she told him.

Jenna couldn't help but be taken in by the room. Its size an beauty were something she was unfamiliar with. It was as though it was calling to her.

 

[schmoe_128]

“Dillion, please help me…” She opened her arms and held out her hands, “Kiss me, sweetheart…”

When Sam heard Dillion ask her if she was alright, and heard her call out to him for help, he dicided to play on last little trick on this beautiful girl and her boy friend. He moved her panties aside and stuck a finger into her moist pussy while his other hand found a nipple and teased it.

 

[flithymind]

Kole

Dillon walked out of the room without a word - but I barely noticed.

Celeste was laying out expensive looking silk bed clothes - each of those sheets must have cost what I earned in a week... I whilsted quietly, impressed. Celeste obviously had big plans for this bed, I just hoped I was in them. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her as she leaned over the bed, her ass swaying hypnotically as she tucked the sheets around the matress.

Finally, she finished this stirring dance of sheet-seduction, and twisted her neck, rubbing at it:

"Kole my neck is really stiff would you be a dear and rub out the kinks for me?" she asked, her voice light and sing-song, cute, yet piercing - it was all I could hear. Would ever want to hear.

Her neck wasn't the only stiff thing in the room. But I could be about to get this really wrong... if I made a play for her and she screamed... well, I didn't like the idea of Mr. Washed-out being mad with me.

She lay back on the bed turning her face to one side and gripped the edge of the bed.

It was like I could hear her body calling me... urging me, daring me to take her... to touch her, to ravage her hot, tight little bod. Every movement she made, made me think of fucking her - as she twisted her head I imagined my hot tongue on her neck as I eased myself inside her; as she gripped the bed I imagined her moans, desperately clinging on as I powered myself into her over... and over... and over...

It was like I had a baseball bat in my jeans, I coughed and tried to hide the obvious bulge. I shuffled forwards, like a kid on his first day at school, my hands stretched out in front of me, towards that soft, smooth, white neck - I wanted to put my fingers on it... around it, to crush it...

Woah.

I stopped. Reeling. It was like I'd just falled 500ft and stopped suddenly.

I shook myself awake, like a dog after a bath. Coughed, sucked in huge lungfuls of air. Celeste had barely moved, she'd clearly not noticed me, or was ignoring it. I blinked, hard... tucked one hand, determinedly in my pocket, partly to hide my bulge and partly as I almost didn't trust myself not to act on what had screamed through my head moments earlier.

With my other hand, I gently touched the soft skin of her neck and it felt like a wave of gold had poured through me up my arm. It felt warm, almost tingly.

I pressed slightly against the knotted muscles of her neck, I felt warmth, heat, but her skin felt cool, cold almost.

"Just here, M-m-miss Celeste?" I managed to stammer.

 

[karnelman]

Dillion instinctively pulled her from the sofa and into his arms. Their lips met and soon their tongues were doing an old familiar dance. But he somehow felt this was very different. In the past she had always been a fun sex partner. They enjoyed each other’s company, they laughed together and at the end of the night they shared nice pleasant orgasms. Almost everyone seemed to know that he and Kellie were more fuck buddies than lovers. But this was different he had never felt this much passion from her before. He also had the oddest feeling that they weren’t alone, which he managed to shake off as there obviously wasn’t anyone else in the room.

“Damn, Kellie! What’s gotten into your panties? That kiss was fucking hot baby,” He exclaimed as the kiss broke. “Look what you are doing to me.”

He took her hand and put it on the bulge in his jeans. He was more than ready to explore her new found passion further. As they had been intimate off and on for years he was not shy about showing her how he felt. Still holding her he caressed her back and the arm of the hand that was touching his crotch. He looked into her eyes. He remembered that look on her face well. It was the look she got when she was gearing up for an orgasm.

 

[schmoe_128]

Sam

As Dillion got to Kellie, Sam quickly moved out of the way and watched as the young couple kissed. When Dillion commented about his cock, Sam figured he was in for a show. Besides, if Kellie started to back down at all, he just have to tweak her up a little again.

 

[DaisyBuchanan]

Kellie

“Damn, Kellie! What’s gotten into your panties? That kiss was fucking hot baby, look what you are doing to me.”

“I don’t know, Dillion, I…don’t know.” She whimpered as Dillion guided her hand to his cock, “I just feel so… hot.”

She eagerly caressed his cock through his jeans, and then her hand reached for his balls while her forearm continued to massage the bulge in his jeans. Frightened and horny, all she could do was thank god Dillion walked through the door; she didn’t want to think about what she would have done if it had been someone else.

“Do you feel it? Do you feel it too?” she moaned as she thrust her hips against him, grinding against his hips, her arm…anything to relieve the strange driving ache. Her knees weakening, she wrapped her free arm around his neck to steady herself, she leaned into him, and her whole body moved sinuously against him as if she was dancing to a slow, slow song.

"I can't help it, Dillion... I want it so much."

 

[karnelman]

"I can't help it, Dillion... I want it so much."

“Oh god no reason to fight it baby….You know how much I love making it with you Kellie. I have always thought you were the hottest!” He moaned in response.

He was instantly caught up in the excitement of Kellie’s arousal. Though he had no idea why she was as horny as if she had gone into heat, he was happy to help her with her condition. The way she was playing with his cock and balls through his pants was driving him crazy. He grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. He bent and began sucking and licking her gorgeous tits as he fumbled to get her pants undone. She was clearly ready to ride his cock and he wasn’t going to let the moment pass. He didn’t even bother to stop and close the door. At that point he was too into it to think about privacy. Beside he figured Kole boinking Celeste by that point and Jenna was off with old pale face. He had no idea that there was another in the room watching of course.

 

[PogueMahone]

Ivan Clarkson

Ivan turned and smiled at the beautiful young woman on his arm, seeing how her eyes seemed to be far away as she glanced around the room. “Those were the days of parties and dances,” He told her, his voice soft and low, almost hypnotic in rhythm. “The band would set up in the far corner, the refreshment table along the wall by the fireplace. A row of chairs would be set up against the far wall, for the young women in their elaborate, elegant gowns to sit and wait for someone to invite them to dance.”

“On warm summer evenings, the French doors would be open, leading out onto the veranda, where amorous couples could sneak away to be alone for a few moments.” Ivan told her, his smile fading as he remembered exactly how many times he’d discovered that his own wife had slipped out those doors with another young man.

Shaking off his melancholy, Ivan continued, “The strings of the band could be heard wafting through the night, the warm gentle breezes cooling us off as we danced until the early morning hours.”

Ivan winced as he once more realized that he’d slipped into the first person, telling of his own life rather then his fictional ancestor. He hoped Jenna wouldn’t catch the slip, she hadn’t picked up on the previous one. Standing there, watching her as she peered around the room, Ivan was seized by a sudden impulse. Releasing her arm, he bowed politely to her before asking her, “Would you care to dance with me, Jenna?”

 

[schmoe_128]

Sam

He couldn't help himself and as he walked up behind Kelli and grabbed onto both of er ass cheeks after Dillion had her skirt off. Massaging them alternating between tenderly and forcefully. Edging her closer and closer to the edge.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Jenna

Jenna smiled up to Ivan, "I would love to." The moment was perfect. She found herself closing her eyes as he drew her into his arms. She felt so at ease with him.

Faintly she could hear the sound of music being played. The room began to change, returning to its former glory. Jenna found herself to be dressed in a glorious ballgown. Her hair now piled upon her head.

There were people dancing around, smiling and laughing. She looked up at Ivan and asked,"how can this be?"