The Mansion

[Light Ice]

She crumpled as though spent. As though he'd taken from her whatever light lived behind her gorgeous eyes and within the recesses of the heart to which someone, she had said, had laid claim. He knew better. A woman that had built herself into something so strong, so sensual, had resources infinite beyond the reach of any partner. Temporary or otherwise. And so he did not hesitate to draw up, to withdraw his strong fingers from the trembling walls of her sex, and spread his hands across the interior of her thighs once more.

His cock swayed. Hard. Unrelenting. The ache that surged through him intent on being sated, here and now, while she was still weak with pleasure and sensitive enough that she would miss nothing of their first and potent moment. The great crown spread her petals, opened her, before he rolled his hips forward.

There was no relenting for her. Nothing gentle about this. His desire had simmered over the course of weeks, gone without so much as any small respite, until it had become a beast well beyond the boundaries of his control. Leashless, it raged now, surged as he drove himself forward and shamelessly buried the great thickness of his prick to the very hilt within her silken walls. They fought him, still trembling from climax, and found his relentless intent unwavering. Delicious, liquid-hot friction enveloping him as he bottomed out within her silken depths and forced her thighs to twine around his rugged hips.

"Fuck, Cait!" He growled in low surprise. She was so ferociously tight. So incredibly hot.

In the single instant pleasure of that moment he was lost to the feeling of finally laying claim, temporary as it might be, to what he had wanted. It swept him up. And he withdrew, only to drive forward again and reclaim what he had lost. The pace slow. Powerful. His strong hands lifting her rounded hips so that she was braced by the back of the couch and impaled, entirely, on his cock.

Drunk on her, he started. Looking into her face, hovering over her, while they came together in the dark, quiet fury of this slow instant.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She had thought it was over? A temporary lapse perhaps. She was helpless to stop him, if stopping him had been her intent. Far from. She watched him through half closed eyes, laden with a sensuality he evoked, as she felt the head of his cock opening her up before plunging into her depths, to the hilt in one hard swift driving stroke.

She could feel herself tighten around him, grasping him as if to prevent him from driving into her one minute and hard on the heels of that was feeling herself opening to him, drawing him deeper inside her until he filled her, leaving not even a small place vacant. He pressed forward, so deeply, she thought he had entered her womb. But as he retreated, pulling back, her legs tightened around him, urging him to drive back into her again. He didn’t disappoint.

As his hands lifted her, she ground her hips against him. Feeling him grind against her wall, an edge that bordered on pain and pleasure she so adored to walk on. Her eyes had closed, after that first orgasm. They fluttered open now to stare back at him with languid intent. From a darkened green to a smoky hue, the colors of her eyes changed.

One part of her wanted him to take her with the force of a storm, pounding into her until they both came harshly and unrepentantly. Until the very breath their bodies needed to sustain it came in heaving gasps and their bodies could no longer be trusted to hold themselves up and they fell in a heaping pile together.

Another part of her wanted this to be drawn out, draw their senses and souls into a taut wire where a mere whisper of a sound or movement could push them both over the edge. Oh aye, this had been a long time in coming. She’d no more deny him this pleasure than she would deny herself.

 

[Light Ice]

It was to be slow.

It had to be.

The fury between them built as he rocked into her, thrusting deeply, claiming her body with an unrelenting intensity. She'd find his strength demanding, spoken for in his hands as they lifted her further, drew her up until he could twist himself into a seat upon the sofa with her body laid astride him. The vision of her poised atop him was necessary. The warmth of her slender body crushed up against his own as his arms coiled about her beyond so. Weeks had passed since his intentions had been named. A note passed in the darkness. A sly reply. They'd touched upon the world's oldest game then.

It'd overwhelm them now.

To say he meant for her to ride him would not be entirely true. He meant only to look up into her softly-featured face amidst the darkness and see the beauty there. The lurking, leonine sensuality that so defined her and the fierce attraction that had brought him here. He braced her beauty between his hands, palms upon her cheeks, and brought her down so that he could kiss her again. And again. A hundred times if she would allow it. A thousand times if she could stand it.

He kissed her and drank up her sweetness, long drunk now, as his hips rolled upwards to meet every little rock of her own and they found themselves soon in a slow, deep rolling fuck that filled her with his hard prick to the very hilt and ground them together until her wet ran down his length and the great head of his crown surged against her needful places.

Slow, sensual. She, feline-like with the arch of her body against him. And he, lupine, wolfish and feral. The white teeth behind his thin lips locked together in a lover's hard grimace as he fought for restraint. Every roll of her body provoked a grumble of pleasure to rip from him. Everytime he felt the round cheeks of her ass against his thighs when she sank down his hips surged up to rock them tighter.

"Cait..." he breathed, finally abandoning her mouth to bury his wolfish face in the soft hollow of her throat. A comfort as his hands descended, weighing her breasts in the strength of his palms.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

And slow it was. The exquisiteness of it promising to drive them out of their minds. It was there, that sure fire, all consuming finish, beckoning them with a crooked finger. She could almost hear the whisper.

Come to me. Lose yourself in me.

He switched their positions again, easily did she find herself settled in his lap, his cock pressed up inside her until she could swear he resided in her belly. Her hips rocked against his, sensing his wishes. Slow, grinding, rolling.

Her arms came around his neck even as his own encircled her waist, pulling her closer to him. She felt his hands frame her face, urging her down toward his, kissing her, over and over. She, for her part, gave him kiss for kiss. Her body still moving upon his. Lifting at times to almost releasing him but not quite, then pressing back down with a slow easy grace, enjoying the simple feel of him filling her.

It was a dance. The most primitive type of all. Feminine sheathed on Masculine, her hips rocking against his. Her head tipped back to accommodate his face buried in the hollow of her throat. Her name breathed from his lips. Her arms tightened around him, her lips met the top of his head in a soft kiss. Her breasts, swelled in his hands, delighting in his touch, in the strength she knew dwelled in him.

She offered up everything that was in her to give. Her hands came up to frame his face, urging it up so she could look into his eyes.

 

[Light Ice]

Her hands were so small. The delicate stretch of her fingers framed his stubbled cheeks, his hardened jawlines. He had never been a handsome man. He'd been born strong. The difference had cost him attentions in the past. Earned him love, too. It had never been his desire to be handsome. He was too practical, too driven, to get caught up in something so empty as vanity. But still, as she embraced his wolfish face and looked into the pale cast of his eyes, he felt her desires become palpable.

He felt her attraction, spoken silently, in the conduit that had opened between them.

Something inside him swelled up, something not so dissimilar from pride that it startled. It warmed his belly, eased the tension arching through him, and suddenly and abruptly ripped away all hints at restraint that existed. He looked into her face, felt his breath rip from him in a low and satisfied rumble, and quickly took hold of her hips to drive her down until she was impaled entirely upon his ferociously hard length.

He came with her there, rooted against him. The feeling of his control slipping away was sudden and certain; it was followed immediately by the pleasure exploding its way through him. She'd feel the great flex of his length within her, the way his hardness pulsed hotly and poured the molten evidence of his climax within the grip of her slick depths. He'd flood her. Fill her entirely and beyond, until he'd seep from her in a hot dribble of creamy cum. The force surprised even him, jet after jet, splashing up against her clenching walls.

And as she watched him cum, his hands sank to her ass and clutched those soft cheeks to hold her body against his. Unwilling to let his eyes close even as they grew dusky, and for a brief moment blind, with pleasure.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She saw a person for who they were. Drawn like a moth to a flame, she was drawn to strength for she, herself was a strong one. It wasn’t always easy to find one stronger than herself. She looked into his eyes and she saw a great many things. It was hard to hide from someone who studied people because they fascinated her.

He could take her in gentleness, or in strength or in the rough, yet oh so right way that was as old as time itself. Her hands slipped to his shoulders, taking a firm hold there as he drove himself up into her. She needed that hold as he pressed her down and held her there. She felt every little motion, every twitch and when he came, pouring strongly into her, she followed him. She felt the heat of him paint her inner walls.

Her eyes remained on his, not wanting to look away for a second, afraid she would miss his pleasure. She didn’t. That served to make her own, that much sweeter. Her fingertips brushed his cheek as they sat there, face to face, as the aftermath of their coming together slowly released them.

 

[Light Ice]

"Don't go." He said.

Her own sentiments from earlier echoed. The length buried inside her, soaked in the molten sweetness of their first, did not soften. It remained hard. Hot. Pulsing. The pleasure too sharp for him to move just yet, but too good for him to pull from her. Instead, with her braced in his lap and in his arms, he kept her there.

It was where he wanted her.

The room was dark now, almost entirely so. The house quiet save for the sound of the clock and the cadence of their breathy attempts to draw air. He kissed her as she looked at him in the darkness, first the line of her brow and then the corner of her eye. Her cheek. The corner of her mouth. His teeth plucked at the soft tier of her bottom lip, tugged at it. His prick flexed hard inside her. Growing wanton again.

"Let me take you to bed."

The request left him as his eyes found her own. This could not be how it ended. They'd yet to have one another entirely. She fit well against his rugged frame, a soft contrast to his hardened shape and strong in her own feminine way. She fit there. And he'd keep her for a little while longer should she allow it.

And if she didn't he'd be back.

She could count on it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She smiled, leaned down and softly kissed him as she released him from that kiss, she stared down into his eyes. The hour grew late, the house was empty. She had it to herself. The answer was clearly written in her eyes for him to see, but she answered him anyway.

"Yes. Please."

She took nothing for granted. She held no expectations. If he was gone in the morning, he was gone. He had come for her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she had known he would. What would be, would be.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The Study

And so...

Another day begins. There's no looking back. No regrets. No guilt. What is, is.

The lion has things in his life to see to and mine refuses to slow or stop. If it leaves him someplace far away from me, then all things are as they should be for the moment. If he wants me, he knows how to find me. I will not deny him if he hunts me down as he once promised he would do, hunt me down and reclaim what's his. For now, he sees to what he needs to.

I do not need to apologize for my nature. He knows it all too well. A chalice is a chalice for only as long as it is needed. I am not. Not for him anyway. Not any more. At least, not now. Perhaps later, perhaps not. Time will tell there too. My eyes find his picture on my desk and roam over every feature I know by heart and can still see in my sleep. I wish him well in all things and he will never be alone, not where I am concerned. I suspect he isn't already. Hasn't been. Those things are of no concern to me.

I reach for the dagger that is ever present on my desk, toying with it between my fingers. My eyes glance toward my computer, knowing I have posts to make and one to make up for that was lost.

So, off for another cup of coffee and then I shall resettle and write before my day claims me, taking me from this place or the other. Thoughts of my lion settles back into my heart, where I put him. I had not lied to LI last night. There is another man, just one that has no need of me now. Still, it had been the right thing to do, to inform because those amber brown, compelling eyes and that killer smile, belonging to the lion, holds a special place in my heart. The same heart I strive to protect even as I strive to protect him from the very real possibilities I had mentioned to him before. Enough.

I begin...

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She needed music to focus. Start with something she knew well and liked.

The Edge of Glory

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Done! Well, except contemplation of a new post for WIC. That one could rumble around a little longer. She pushed her chair away from the desk, stood, rotating her head in a circular motion before she decided she had pushed her brain enough for one day. She left her study and made for her bedroom, starting to shed her clothes the moment she crossed the threshold, heading for her walk in closet. She emerged a few moments later in her bathing suit. A quick stop to grab a towel before she unlocked the sliding glass door that would take her to the small private patio she had and just beyond that, the pool called. Draping her towel over a lounge chair, she ran lightly toward the pool. As her toes touched the edge of the pool, she dove over the edge, a graceful arc of lithe body that momentarily hung suspended above before diving cleanly into the watery depths.A few moments later, she came to the surface and began making her way across the pool with clean, strong strokes.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She hauled herself out of the pool and snatched up the towel, drying herself off as she let herself back into her bedroom, locking the door behind her. Shower or food? Her stomach growled. She had her answer and singing in a soft voice, she headed for the kitchen.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

A stroll along the shoreline below the Outlook last night rounded out my evening. It seems to start becoming a habit with me. It suits though. The fanciful thought of having the night and the ocean to myself is appealing. The walk soothes me, clears my head and brings me a measure of peace that will allow me to sleep soundlessly through the night.

Refreshed, easy of mind and heart, I find myself with itchy fingers to write something. Anything. I can feel myself prodding at my emotions and my soul. Something will materialize so I can give it life. Patience.

So, for the moment, I make a side trip to the kitchen to refresh my cup of coffee, take a sweet roll and some fruit, then make my way to the back lanai to settle into a comfortable chair, enjoy the sight of my gardens. My laptop isn't far away. Just in case.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The Cellar

She had it, her St. Andrew's Cross, delivered today. Commissioned and built. Just another piece of furniture for this room. She had the men move the pentacle over slightly just enough so this one could fit right beside it.

Ahhh.... right....right....there. Perfection.

She tipped the men generously and had Thomas show them out. She caught the looks that passed between the two who brought her newest acquisition before the noble butler showed them out.

After they were gone, she ran her hands over it, lovingly before standing back to regard it with a great deal of shadowed admiration. Hopefully her guests would enjoy its use. As for herself, when the right one came along, she was sure they would enjoy it too. Until then... it would stand as a companion to the pentacle. Her first choice.

As she turned to leave, her eyes glanced over the wall upon which all manner of blades hung. and on the adjoining wall were all manner of whips. The lash; the bite of leather upon tender skin...

Images of watching herself having her clothes cut from her body.... feeling the cold steel pressed against her skin until a small welt rose, swam before her eyes and she hurriedly left the room. Memories were not what she wanted to recover right now.

She closed the door to the Cellar until she heard the small click, then strode with determined stride up the stairs and back into the main part of the house.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

*parks his vehicle at the entrance of the mansion and walks towards the doorway slowly, his eyes taking in the natural beauty outside and the huge palatial house and the grandness of the building itself, wondering what's inside...until he moves quicker through the doorway and into a wide open space, turning around before flopping onto a couch nearby and regaining his breath*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She stopped in the kitchen for a glass and a bottle of wine, holding them in her fingers as she headed for the Great Room and stopped suddenly, a small smile playing across her lips as she saw she had a guest.

"It didn't take you long to find my home," she smiled at him, "Welcome. Would you care for a glass of wine?" She held up the bottle.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Hearing footsteps behind him, he turns suddenly, standing, pleased to see Cait as she welcomes him.

"It was a little hard to find after my GPS lost signal. And yes, I would love some wine", he smiles back at her, "Your house is absolutely wonderful", he speaks, holding the empty glass in his hand.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Thank you. I'm rather fond of the place," she stepped forward and poured wine into the glass he was holding out to her, "please, sit down, make yourself at home. I need to fetch another glass. I won't be but a moment. I wasn't expecting anyone tonight."

 

[Mav Unlimited]

"Thank you. I'm rather fond of the place," she stepped forward and poured wine into the glass he was holding out to her, "please, sit down, make yourself at home. I need to fetch another glass. I won't be but a moment. I wasn't expecting anyone tonight."

"I didn't think I could make it either, but I finished my work early", he speaks before taking a sip, "Thank you", and making himself comfortable on the couch once again, watching her walk away into another room, "Take your time".

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her footfalls were silent not only because she was barefooted, but because she simply walked that way, lightly. Warrior's training again.

Returning with another glass filled and the slightly used bottle, she joined him on the couch, turning toward him as she brought one leg up to lie, bent at the knee, in front of her. Taking a sip from her glass before she spoke, softly.

"So, tell me about you and what brought you here to visit."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her footfalls were silent not only because she was barefooted, but because she simply walked that way, lightly. Warrior's training again.

Returning with another glass filled and the slightly used bottle, she joined him on the couch, turning toward him as she brought one leg up to lie, bent at the knee, in front of her. Taking a sip from her glass before she spoke, softly.

"So, tell me about you and what brought you here to visit."

She watched as he slowly disappeared from her sight. Another one, called back to the RW. Ah well. What is a woman to do?

She knew what she was going to do. She was going to sit on her back patio, drink wine and watch the stars.

 

[The_gladiator]

It had been a long time since he had been here but He felt the time was right to approach her. He missed her and her friendship. He thought this of all days, it being best friends day, would be a good day to approach her. For for that brief time she had been one of his best friends. He missed that. Missed her. The laughter, the fun, the passion, the intimacy.

He moved through the trees of the grounds, out towards the patio, towards her. Pausing just in the shadows green eyes sweeping over her, questioning, seeking.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

It had been a long time since he had been here but He felt the time was right to approach her. He missed her and her friendship. He thought this of all days, it being best friends day, would be a good day to approach her. For for that brief time she had been one of his best friends. He missed that. Missed her. The laughter, the fun, the passion, the intimacy.

He moved through the trees of the grounds, out towards the patio, towards her. Pausing just in the shadows green eyes sweeping over her, questioning, seeking.

At first, all she saw was a silhouette. But she knew who it was. She had once told him she would always know. She hadn't lied.

"Join me, Glad."

Three simple words. Given in a welcome tone. She stood up, waited for him to choose whether to join her or not. Things may be different, but he was still her friend.

 

[The_gladiator]

At first, all she saw was a silhouette. But she knew who it was. She had once told him she would always know. She hadn't lied.

"Join me, Glad."

Three simple words. Given in a welcome tone. She stood up, waited for him to choose whether to join her or not. Things may be different, but he was still her friend.

He came into the open slowly, almost tentatively. He moved toward her. His hand extended. He did not rush to her to draw her into a hug as he really wanted to, but moved more causiously unsure of the extent of his welcome.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He came into the open slowly, almost tentatively. He moved toward her. His hand extended. He did not rush to her to draw her into a hug as he really wanted to, but moved more causiously unsure of the extent of his welcome.

She knew what he needed. She moved across the lawn, met him half way and reached for his hand, giving it a squeeze.