Winger Children (Open Please Join)

[Shoeguy2369]

Michael was enjoying the moans escaping from Lilith's body. Moans caused by his touch. He lowered his body further down along hers until he lay between her legs. Her hands rested atop his head lightly. He could smell her arousal, he was so close. Licking his lips as she whispered his name. He looked up at her face, from between her legs with a wide grin on his face. Her hips moved up towards his mouth, and her moist lips brushed against his chin, which sent shivers of pleasure thru his body. He had just touched that which was sacred to her. And now he was going to eat her alive. He was going to pleasure her with his mouth, his lips, his tongue.

"I love you Lilith"

Was all he said before he dipped his head and placed a small gentle kiss to her pussy lips. He tasted her for the first time. Licking his lips he lowered his head again and slowly licked from the bottom of her lips all the way up. Slowly, spreading her lips wide against his tongue.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

As he spoke, Lilith smiled, hearing him. "I love you too Micheal..." she smiled but gasped as she felt his mouth touch her. "Oh..." she moaned again, his lips touching her most intimate of places. She never had felt anything like what she did right now. She felt her knees quake immediately, her body belonging to him.

Lilith couldn't help it, she wanted to make him feel all of this, when he was done, his body would be hers.

 

[Shoeguy2369]

"I love you too Micheal..." followed by "Oh..." told him all he needed to hear. She felt the same way about him, and she was enjoying what he was doing. His hands moved from where they were to reach around her legs. He lifted her quaking legs and placed them on his shoulders. Her heels rested on his back while he slowly devoured her sex. His lips were quickly coated in her nectar.

Michael basked in the knowledge that his lips and tongue were giving her pleasure. Lilith, his 'sister.' Closing his eyes he slowly slid his tongue inside of her. Her taste coating his taste buds. Moaning into her sex as his lips engulfed her. Flicking his tongue over her senstive nub. He wanted more, wanted everything. His hands reached up and gently he began to knead her breasts.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Lilith gasped as he lifted her legs up to rest on his shoulders. She was his, she belonged to him, his mouth his mind, every part of him owned her. She let her hips move up to his mouth, relishing in the new sensations his tongue was giving her.

Until earlier today she had only seen him as a close friend, a brother. "Micheal," she breathed bucking her hips up, her hands moved to rest on his as he kneaded her breasts, she squeezed his hands helping him please her.

 

[Shoeguy2369]

Lilith's hips raised up to his face again. This time he pushed his head down into her sex. Driving his tongue deep inside of her. His hands continued to knead her breasts. Rolling her nipples between his fingers. He felt her hands move to his own. She helped him squeeze her breasts together. Helping him bring herself pleasure. Her fingers interlaced within his own as the continued to enjoy her flesh.

His mouth continued to devour her sex. His tongue slipping in and out of her sex deeper. Using his tongue to spread her lips around him. He wanted to bring her to that ultimate pleasure. Wanted to hear her cry out in orgasmic bliss.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Lilith shook, her hands on his as he licked and used his his tongue to please her. "Oh Micheal, Micheal..." she was lost in pleasure already, feeling an unfamiliar heat in her stomach. She could feel it building, slowly growing hotter and hotter, threatening to consume her.

She knew he could feel her pleasure, they were connected so intimately right now, she knew there was no way he couldn't feel it. She was whimpering his name as she felt herself slowly approaching her climax.

 

[Shoeguy2369]

Michael continued his oral assualt. With each time he heard his name spoken by her voice urging him on more. He had heard her call his name before. But now, now that she was recieving pleasure from him, his name sounded incredibly different. Almost unreal; but he loved it. Lifting his face from between her legs he took a breath. His lips and chin were glistening in the light. "God Lilith, you taste incredible."

Continuing to massage her two breasts in his hands, along with her help, he devoured her sex. Lilith continued to whimper his name, with each time he heard his name causing him to want more and more of her body. His mouth was saturated in her juices and he loved every second of it.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Lilith couldn't stand it any longer, her body was shaking with pleasure. She felt the heat in her belly growing hotter still, she felt like she was going to explode, like her body was on fire.

"Micheal, oh gods," she gasped as her thighs began to shake, she felt it then, the first orgasm she had ever had. She lay pating through it, gasping his name as her body shivered and she came hard, holding his hands hard on her breasts.

 

[Shoeguy2369]

Lilith began to shake beneath his touch. Her muscles spasming in pleasure. He felt her sex clamp down on his tongue and suddenly his mouth was filled with her orgasm. He heard his name as she came. His hands holding onto her breasts still. No longer moving them, she held his hands atop her breasts. Her body shivered as each wave of her orgasm brought her body and mind pleasure.

Michael lapped up as much of her juices as he could. He loved the taste of her. He loved her. His sister. His partner in crime back at the hospital. And here he was naked, with her in her bed. His face burried between her legs. Her juices smeared on his chin. The scent of her sex filling the air. His own sex throbbed against him as his heart beat faster. He wanted her. He needed her.

 

[TheIndigoSultan]

OCC: Sorry I am so slow. I only have a short time at night to post, unlike two people I can think of. Be patient Amy and I will still keep posting.

IC: Gabriel was really, really confused now. Sure, Amy had sat beside him and cuddled against him before. Sure, he had put his arm around her. This was different though. He could have sworn she said she loved him. She was nestled into his lap again and snuggling against him. He felt other things stiring, besides his growing confusion.

"Uh.... What baby? Crap, you probably can't answer that yet." It suddenly occured to him that she seemed to know some signs. She was pawing through the book and testing signs. Could she read? He had never been able to ask. If so, she could talk by writing on a pad. It was hard to tell, since she already was signing some. Someone must have taught her.

Gabriel had no idea what to do. He didn't know what to do when the girl he thought of as a sister, and a younger one at that, was sitting on his lap and saying she loved him. "Uh, do you mean we're all a family, but there isn't a baby?" There was no mother or father either. "Sorry to dissapoint you Wendy, but we lost boys... er kids, don't have a mom or a dad. There isn't likely to be a baby." O.K., there could be, but what would it be like? Would it be a freak like... like him and the others. He, he wasn't sure he wanted to inflict it on a child...

 

[landiek]

Amy grew tired of the book and closed the top still nuzzling in Gabriel's lap. She had many thoughts as she moved her fingers to resemble the ABC's. She made a few awkward but she gave it a try.

Before she realized it she drifted into a pleasant slumber holding to his waist tight. Sharing a feeling of safety while she napped.

 

[realfred]

Dr. Jake

He couldn't believe his eyes. Every day he had waited for this. The morning newspaper read, "Eagles Return." The story below continued:

There were numerous reports last night of the reappearance of eagles to our town, near the lake shore and the abandoned mansion. Stevie Keller, of Rackedon, said:

"I saw it against the moon. It was huge, with a wing span I couldn't believe. It was hard to make it out, so I don't know what kind it was, but gosh, it was so beautiful to see it flying."

It has been almost fifty years since eagles were seen here. A local ecologist is on her way up to the lake to try to find the nesting grounds.
​

"Eagles," Doc muttered. "Eagles my ass."

He packed his video camera and his SLR, checking his map for the location of the lake, and walked out the door, car keys in hand, muttering, "I will find them."

 

[Steiner]

Uriel exulted in the freedom. Up here he could do what he wanted, with only the laws of gravity to check his impulses. Down there it was "Go here, don't go there, eat this, don't eat that, look at this, avoid seeing that." he swooped and soared.

Finally he let himself ease down from the heights, skimming the water of the lake and dropping his head until his nose and chin broke the surface tension. Cupping his wings for lift but no thrust, he stalled into the water, flipping wings to back so that the pressure didn't wreck his feathers.

When he reached the surface though, the careful order of his flights, primaries and other feathers was wrecked. He lay out to dry on a rock with a sigh, deciding the wait was better by far than walking barefoot back to the house.

 

[TheIndigoSultan]

Gabriel had sat for a long time holding a sleeping Amy. She felt tiny in his arms. His feelings of guilt over some of the thoughts she had inspired with her cuddling and her hiss died down a bit. Just holding her made him feel protective. After about half an hour just holding her, trying hard not to inadvertently put his hands in the wrong places, Gabriel gently carried her up to her bed. She had been up earlier normal and obviously still needed some sleep. He wasn't sure where everyone else had dissapeared to, but he wanted to get a good swim in and then head into town for supplies. His stock of chunky pineapple salsa was very low and the paper said the the local grocer was having a special on corned beef.

Gabriel carried her up the stairs toward her room. From somewhere in the hall he heared some moaning noises. His eyes went wide for a moment and he hurried to Amy's room. Gently he layed her on the bed, then kissed her forehead, before slowly backing toward the door.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

My introduction.

Dr. Jake Packed his equipment quickly, in fevered excitement. He wrung his hands with glee, he had a lead. As he passed he thought briefly of the one in the cage. The one who returned. Willingly. Chroma.

Name: Chroma
Age: 20
Looks: Chroma is short and stocky. 5'6 and still 180 lbs. Though most of the weight is in the massive feathered Falcon wings. Chroma has hollow bones Like a bird and flies well, His wings are a massive double joint, almost 14 feet when unfurled. He is very pale, almost albino, with no Hair to speak of, Not even eyebrows, and Gray soulless eyes. He wears a thick trenchcoat in public, and wide brimmed hat. He wears casual slacks, or jeans and special T Shirts with only criss cross straps.
Wings: Chroma has a dual joint in his wings allowing for greater up thrust and swooping. They are a motley Salt and pepper mix, Made of grays and black.
Personality: Chroma is a fanatic. He has zealous belief that the Good doctor gave them a gift with wings. He talks in a hushed voice usually calm, But torrents of faith run through him. He is basically very moral, Won't commit a crime, but will brutalise a person who was caught stealing. Chroma doesn't believe in second chances.
Others: Chroma is conspicuous among the children for having the largest wings, and no scarring. His albino type skin doesn't hold the tissue very well, and the faint lines don't appear. He is the closest in realtion to a bird, and least to an angel. His wings sit slightly lower and fold twice around him, Making him almost four feet wide. An aside is that Chroma is completely color blind. He only sees in black and white. This renders camflauge completely useless.
Bio: Chroma was born to a Highschool football star, turned trucker and a prom queen turned Trailer park queen. His skin and lack of color disgusted his parents and he was left for adoption. He was a shy child who learned the bible, and how man should treat man. Eventually he turned a fellow child in for smoking in the boys bathroom. The other boy much bigger and older, Blinded him with a cigarette. In the hospital Dr. Jake found the child Paid his bill and abducted him. Chroma may have been the first success, and he is fanatically loyal to the doctor for the blessings of sight, flight and renewed strength.

Dr. Jake rattled the cage. "Wake up. You have hunting to do." Chroma remained Silent as the doctor told him of the possible discovery of the other children. He ached to use his wings and be free of the cage. To fly and to hunt. In moments Dr. Jake let him out and collared him. "So I'll know where you are and how to find you. Help you if I have to." Chroma nodded. "I will find them." He finally spoke. "Even if it takes me years we will return the children home." Chroma departed seperately from the doctor carrying clothes in a duffel bag, and a rifle in a case. He would not fail.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

OOc: yeah I have no life thats why we speed post, sorry everyone lol.

Ic:
Lilith lay there panting for some time, her head swirled with the pleasure she felt. Never in her life had she experienced anything so mind blowing. Her hands on his loosened and she sighed. Smiling down at him she bit her lips. "That was...amazing Micheal..." she breathed letting go of his hands and pulling him up, kissing him and tasting herself on his lips.

"Mmm, maybe I should return the favor," she purred in his ear as she kissed his neck, her hand moving to gently stroke his hardness.

 

[Steiner]

The warm sun had dried his wings, and he'd finished the half-hour job of petting and preening the feathers back into their proper order. He never learned - he loved kissing the lake so much that he was never able to resist doing it for more than a day or two.

Uriel grinned up at the sun, just happy to be where he was and doing what he was doing.

Suddenly his stomach made a growling noise and Uriel knew he should go and take care of that. Gabriel could usually be relied upon to make a decent meal out of odd ingredients, but Uriel had decided that he could make use of some knowledge he'd picked up from an old magazine that he'd seen lying around the place.

Out of springy willow branches, he'd fashioned a fishtrap, and the hot noon, when the fish were all deep in the lake, was the right time to check it and see what had wandered in overnight.

The first two traps were empty - and Uriel could see where the big lake trout had forced their way out between the sticks. He nodded thoughtfully, it seemed there was more to this than he thought. The last trap though, held three nice sized trout, and this was a victory!

Grabbing the fish in his arms and pounding them each on a rock to still their flopping, Uriel took flight again and headed back for the house. It was about time he turned into a provider, he felt and whilst three fish would only feed about that many people, if he repaired the broken traps he was sure he could bring in twice that amount.

 

[realfred]

Dr. Jake moved easily after releasing Chroma, a slight smile on his face. His mind must be slipping, to have thought first of using Loki to lead him to the others. No. Chroma was the answer. And Chroma would move with steadfastness, no question about it. He needed some guidance sometimes, but this time Doc could give him what he needed.

Doc reached his car and unlocked it, opening the door and climbing inside. It was a black sedan, with black interior, and one headlight out. He turned on the radio to the local heavy metal station and heard the ending strains of the Scorpions's "Rock you like a hurricane." The DJ came on and introduced the next song:

That, as we all know, was the Scorpions. Next up is a timeless classic from a band everyone knows and loves, Iron Maiden.​

Doc had just started pulling out of his parking place when the song started.

If you're feeling down depressed and lonely
I know a place where we can go
22 Acacia Avenue meet a lady that I know
So if you're looking for a good time
And you're prepared to pay the price
Fifteen quid is all she asks for
Everybody's got their vice​

Doc stalled the car, and with the loss of power he lost control of the steering. He faded out, traveling back in time almost literally; it was at least no different from what he thought it must be like to travel through time. The next lyrics he heard, half-way through the song, hit him hard:

Beat her mistreat her do anything that you please
Bite her excite her make her get down on her knees
Abuse her misuse her she can take all that you've got
Caress her molest her she always does what you want​

He rolled down the window and puked out of it. This had been their song, a joke from the first time she had told him that she loved being taken hard, that he could do anything he could think of with her and she would have already thought of one thing further. She had lead him down paths he had never even imagined. She had been perfect.

It was all too much for him, remembering this time when he was happy, when his work had been respected, when he had love in his life, caring, attention . . . before he was alone, so completely alone.

He laid down on the seat of the car, which had come to rest against the gateway to The School. His eyes closed, and he could almost feel her, reaching out to touch him, the way she so often did. They could not keep their hands off of each other, but she was often the aggressor, as he was so buried in his medical research he hardly found time to get things started. So she started them, and he always responded.

He felt her hand sliding along his stomach, pulling his attention away from the medical journal he was reading, the one with the story of the Avian flu, the disease that eventually took her from him, the one that essentially ended his life. He had looked up, and she had had that grin on, the one that lead to her standing up, staring at him as she stripped, and then doing one of a hundred things she loved to do to him. On this night it had been pushing him down on the bed and sitting on his face. She had had no interest in toying around this night, or teasing, but he immediately started doing just that. As she tried to press her already wet mound into his face, he held her off of himself slightly, licking just lightly across her thighs. She moaned with real frustration, "No teasing!!"

But tease he did, kissing and licking from one thigh to the other, to the sweet spot just below her pussy, to her pussy lips. Taking them into his mouth and sucking, but avoiding at all costs her clit, no matter how much she wiggled or pressed. He finally stopped altogether, looking up to watch her amazing body, holding her firmly. She was moaning in pleasure and agony, and he saw her own hand go for her clit. He pushed it away and at the same time sucked her clit into his mouth, letting it slide in and out in an immediate and purposeful rhythym. She came almost immediately, and for so long. Still, he kept sucking. He knew if he did she would come again and again. When she was done, when it was finally too much, she threw herself off of his face and laid down next to him, panting, touching his chest, thinking about what she wanted next, how she wanted him. He felt so loved, so wanted, so special, so graced by her mere presence and attention . . .​

A car drove by, shaking Doc out of his flashback, her taste still in his mouth. His calm, pleasure filled smile faded, replaced by that something different he had now, that almost smile that no one could really read. She had died, his love, from that avian flu. He hadn't been able to save her. Not all birds that got it died, but most people did, at least once it mutated beyond the less robust strains. And so he had begun to try to figure out why some birds died, in the hopes of saving more people. And that was when he had happened upon his gene therapy. A few failures, sad creatures, really, still buried in the lowest regions of The School. A thought occurred to him; he must go and see what they've come to at some point. But it passed as soon as he had it. He had found them, or at least the area where they were. And he was going. Chroma might even be there by now. He hoped he hadn't missed anything good.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Stories

Chroma had flown all night, from lake to lake. It had been hard to move silently and he was tired but he would keep going. Morning came and Chroma Landed. He wolfed down a quick meal of Nut mix. Protien and energy in easy handfuls. He stashed his gun and the duffel. He knew he was close by. when he retook to the air he saw movement. The lake wwas beautiful and the mountains created a awe inspiring backdrop. Chroma could be very happy here he thought. His own aerie.

But the hunt.

Across the surface he saw the child Uriel. Laughing and trying to kiss the water. It was a laughable attempt at a swoop he had always seen other birds do. "Maybe he is imitating me" Chroma mused to himself. "No Matter. He will lead me to the others. I'll wait for a minute though. Chroma circled Hungrily while Uriel Preened and made ready to fly again. Uriel checked Fishtraps and Chroma was very surprised to see that the little one had caught something. Chroma felt a respect for Uriel's desire to learn but forced it back.

When Uriel Took flight back to home Chroma followed behind and above him. Careful to stay out of the sun so as to avoid shadows. With a cottage in sight Chroma dropped screaming out of the air to land with a sickening thud in Uriel's back. Uriel plumeted to the ground and lay there. Surely unhurt but possibly unconscious. The fish flew in the air, and Chroma deftly caught them. No use letting the young one's prizes go to waste. He flapped quickly towards the house and landed on the roof softly. Listening for clues as to how many were home.

 

[Steiner]

He'd been stupid. He'd been distracted. All the signs were there - the way the sound of the wind had changed, the way that the animals on the ground had startled. Like they'd startled when Uriel first started flying around here.

In retrospect, it was easy to see that he'd been stalked.

He'd hit the ground hard, blacked out and bounced a couple of times. Never a robust youth, Uriel took sometime to recover.

When he came to he ran through the events in his mind. It didn't take long to figure out who was behind this. Arranging the children he knew about in his mind, he subtracted those who flew more slowly than he. Then he took away those too weak to hit him like that. Just those two subtractions left a very narrow pool of candidates indeed.

Uriel wasn't strong, but he was full sized. Most of those who'd been faster on the wing than him, and dextrous enough to fight midair had been smaller than him by some factor. Only one of the children had been strong, fast AND nimble in the air - Chroma.

In combat Chroma was his superior in every respect. He was stronger and more aggressive. Uriel had the amazing ability to read someone's fighting style by analysing the patterns of their movement, but party tricks weren't going to help him in a straight brawl.

Struggling to his knees, almost seeing double from the bang he'd received to the head, Uriel saw his enemy crouched on the roof - HIS place. What was he doing? Why had he attacked? Although he hadn't had friends, Uriel hadn't made an enemy of anyone!

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Chroma listened. There were Noises coming from the floor underneath. Someone was in the corner bedroom. He listened and heard Lilith's voice. Somewhat distorted and higher pitched. He couldn't make out what she was saying. "Michael" he caught. Higher and higher raised. "Amazing Michael". Chroma dropped his body down to look in the window. He saw Lilith and Michael Naked on the bed. "Mmm, maybe I should return the favor". Chroma watched her reach for Michael's hardness.

Chroma soared high and flew hard as he could and crashed tight as possible through the bay style window to land in the room. Glass flew everywhere and the two lovers were briefly shocked at the shorter man covered in glass. Chroma swung hard with a back fist trying to knock Michael out. He knew Michael was heavier and stronger he needed an edge quickly. It proved to be enough. Chroma felt the delicate bones of his hand compress and strain as they connected with Michael's Jaw.

"You harlot." Chroma almost spat at Lilith. He pointed at Micheal who stood nursing his jaw. Stunned but still standing. Chroma bashed Michael with a wing and put him on the ground. He pointed at Michael again. "Your Brother. How could you leave the good doctor for this? You know we're searching for you. Don't you know? We live, and we're waiting. The good doctor is infinitely more forgiving than I, he'd welcome you all back but you instead want to play here." Chroma spat on the ground. He knew that he had alerted the Entire House, and he had not kept Michael down. Soon there would be a fight that Chroma didn't want to try. And soon there would be more people. Chroma could hear Crashing from rooms down, Gabriel could be here too. Or Luke, or Zach. Men he couldn't hope to fight against in such closed spaces. Men he couldn't fight with in open spaces.

Chroma kicked Michael while he was down, trying to drive air from his lungs. Boots collided with flesh. Chroma Spun words in a maddening Sing Song. "Him Lilith, you picked Michael. Always Michael. So special Michael is. Michael can't play well won't learn well. Needs encouragement, gets lots of attention. Michael is important." Chroma spared a look at Michael gasping and holding his sternum. "Michael loves you? Michael doesn't love you. Michael only loves Michael. Michael always only loved Michael. Lilith should love someone else." Gabriel was crashing on the door, now yelling. "What's going on guys what are you doing in there. I thought I heard Chroma?" The lock was holding though. "Lilith should think about it. I won't tell the doctor what happened. But I will return." Chroma shot his good bye as he dove through the window and barely hit flight before ground. He tossed the fish through the open window before streaking off, burning into the sunset. He felt bad talking to his sister that way and he hurt because of the glasss he felt all through his wings, and face. It hurt but he was ok. And he had found them. Chroma flapped to get back to the doctor. The doctor would make it better.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Lilith had been so wrapped up in her deeds with Micheal, the shock through the window stunned her for a moment. She reached for the covers to sheild herself from Chroma's unforgiving gaze. But rather then be afraid she was raging mad. If it weren't for Micheal, and her nakedness, she would have flown at Chroma.

He beat at Micheal as if he thought he deserved it. She sat there shaking. As he left she jumpped up and knelt beside Micheal. "Are you alright?" she asked gathering his clothing and finding hers. The others she could hear moving around, and she knew they would be suspicious enough in the first place, without them being naked. As she tried to help him, startled tears slid down her face. She didn't even acknowledge them with a wiping away. But all she could hear in her head was Chroma. "Harlot." he had called her.

 

[landiek]

Noises woke Amy and she bolted from her room. Her head was throbbing from the inside as she moved to the hallway. She heard that tone and rushed to the window to confirm what she heard.

It was Chroma and she became more afraid. Chroma was the Dr's child at least she always perceived that he was and she feared him and his swiftness.

Amy turned to Gabriel and whimpered unsure of how to be helpful. Unsure if she should reveal another of her minor talents. She tugged on Gabriel's hand and signed. Will Michael be good?

 

[Steiner]

Uriel saw Chroma leave the house. He tried to fly up to intercept him in an attempt to bring the wounded one down, but his own injuries were too great. With this concussion he could barely fly.

Banging the backdoor open, Uriel entered the house, hearing the tumult of the shouting. Sitting at the kitchen table he had a brief, irrational, thought that even his fish had been taken from him, but the pain in his head soon drove that away.

His bare torso and arms streaked with small cuts and blood, blood matted into his black hair and his wings - his pride and joy - in bad need of preening, Uriel dropped his head onto his crossed arms.

 

[TheIndigoSultan]

"What happened?" Gabriel pulled Amy to him and lifted her into his arms. "Come on kid. I'm not letting you out of my site until we find what's up!" He jogged off toward the source of the noise, not giving Amy a chance to get away. Suddenly he remembered the basebal bat hidden under his bed, but if Michael was hurt, he didn't want to take the time to go back for it.