Wicked Desires [Bliss & Amberg & Will & Wisti]
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				Title: <strong>Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 05:29:56</strong>
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				The feel of silk caressing her skin made her shiver slightly within her own skin, the white fabric clung to her curvy body, and the girl stared at herself in the mirror before her, slightly in shock. After all who would have thought a garment of clothing that seemed to hide so little would make her feel so alluring? Softly her fingers stroked over the material that covered her leg, marveling at the transformation such a simple thing as a well made costume could make. Perhaps it was tonight, the magic that was already gathering around the Winchester House museum. Part of her couldn't believe that the night had finally arrived, a month of planning had gone into it, plotting and planning out everything so carefully, and now in mere minutes the guests of the illicitly held ball would arrive. <br><br>Diana reached for the blond wig that waited for her to the side of the full length standing mirror, glancing out the thirteen paned window to see the full yellow moon that hung low in the navy sky. It was the perfect night for a party in a haunted mansion, for a Halloween party to end all...for a spell to be cast that would make anything possible. Including finally talking to Kurt as more then just his tutor. The redhead glanced back in the mirror as she tugged on the wig her sister had pressed on her, the fall of rich blond silky hair surrounding her shoulders and changing her looks rapidly. She stopped, surprised, after all she almost always wore her hair back and tight, yet this was loose, flowing tresses, meant for a goddess. Well, that was only fitting, with the white flowing, sensual gown and the thin golden laurel crown waiting for her it all added up to make the perfect picture of Artemis, the persona she had chosen for the night. Artemis' Roman name was Diana, and she was a virgin, like Diana herself, however unlike Di she had never lacked the backbone to take what she wanted, the Huntress had been above men, better then them. Hopefully the Moon Goddess would lend her strength. The girl licked her dry lips as she stole once last glance at herself in the mirror before leaving the room she had chosen to dress in, the spell book that would make this possible firmly clasped in her arms. <br><br>She had always been odd, in a way that set her apart from most people, a genius as a child, too smart for her own good, only her sister really had the patience when they were younger to help the socially shy and unsure girl. And in college she was only a little better, social only to a certain point, so far ahead of others, nineteen and a college senior already. However what wasn't apparent was her talent in the arcane, for her curiousity had led her to touch in things others scoffed at. The house around her was stirring, responding to the magical prep she had been pouring into it for the passage of one moon cycle, it knew magic wasn't just a fairytale. And tonight magic would make dreams reality. She would really have to thank Gabriel for finding the spell book she held in her clammy hands; even if she had been working magic since she was eight she had never done anything of this large scale. And it was only because of through prep work that she could, and the circle of four. <br><br>The others were all dressing and getting ready, though they would have to appear soon, the circle had to be cast in the ballroom before the guests arrived at eleven, and then at midnight she would close the spell and activate it. Absently she worried her lower lip, feeling butterflies swarm in her stomach as she hugged the leather bound book to her full chest. Tonight she would take Kurt away from the world of his football lackeys and perfect Rebekah, and even though it felt sinful to do something so selfish at least Gabriel, the head intern at the museum had the same selfishness as she herself; and Paige and her friend were in on it to, the night was not resting on her alone. It was human nature, yes, that was what she told herself, human nature to want others and to take them however they could. <br><br>Her feet, clad in leather sandals that laced up to her upper thighs, slipped across the polished floors and down stairs of the insanity that was the Winchester House, going toward the ballroom. As she reached it and tugged it open her eyes darted around the gleaming room. "Paige?" she called out, hoping her older sister was inside. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 18:58:58</strong>
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				Gabriel stood waiting in the ballroom, leaned casually against the organ as he checked his watch.&nbsp; <em>10:30... </em> They would be getting there soon, if they didn't screw everything up.&nbsp; Gabe hated having to trust anyone with something so massive, much less three people, two of whom he barely even knew.&nbsp; It made him extremely nervous.&nbsp; It was a necessity though, and it would be more than worth it if they managed to pull it off.<br><br>Gabriel had been looking forward to this party for over a month, and it had taken more than a little money and smooth talking to make it happen.&nbsp; It hadn't been easy to arrange a midnight ball in the Winchester House, even if he did work there, but it was the only choice.&nbsp; The spell would not work anywhere else, not anywhere that Gabe knew of, at any rate.&nbsp; It was a done deal now.&nbsp; Diana would be working the spell very soon, surely, and when the guests had arrived, they would finish it.&nbsp; They would get everything the wanted and more.&nbsp; It felt almost too good to be true, but Gabriel squashed that thought with a vengeance.&nbsp; <em>Nothing can go wrong,</em> he repeated to himself again and again.&nbsp; <em>As long as the girls get here on time.</em><br><br>Nerves got the better of Gabriel when Diana walked in, and he jumped a little in spite of himself.&nbsp; He shook it off quickly and returned to his casual, mildly irritated demeanor.&nbsp; "No Paige.&nbsp; Just me.&nbsp; Everything set so far?"&nbsp; Gabriel fiddled with the plain, sheer white sheet wrapped around his arm.&nbsp; Not the most original costume of the night, he was almost positive of that, but it was easy to remove.&nbsp; That would mean everything soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 20:44:17</strong>
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				Paige scowled at the staircase that dead ended in ceiling.&nbsp; Five minutes of walking and she'd ended up back in the same place.&nbsp; Or at least she thought it was.&nbsp; How many entirely pointless sets of stairs could there be in this place?&nbsp; Sighing she started down the hallway again.&nbsp; "This place is just too weird," she muttered under her breath as she pulled out the little map from her pocket and unfolded it.&nbsp; The ballroom was supposed to be right around the corner and down stairs from the bathroom she'd used to finish up her costume.&nbsp; Unlike the ones she'd spent the past month making for the others, her's was suitable to wear in public.&nbsp; Men's suits really hadn't changed all that much since Prohibition so a quick trip to the used clothing store had yielded one that didn't fit too badly.&nbsp; For a change being on the tall and stocky side had been in her favor.&nbsp; She'd dyed her auburn hair black and already wore it pretty short and utilitarian style.&nbsp; All she'd had to do was perch a fedora on her head and add a grease-penciled mustache to finish out her gangster costume.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>At last she heard voices and followed them to find her sister and Gabriel in the ballroom.&nbsp; She walked in shaking her head and stopped at the doorway as she spied Diana.&nbsp; While her own costume had been relatively simple, she'd put a lot of time and effort into the others.&nbsp; And seeing her little sister decked out, she had to stop and smile as she admired the results.&nbsp; Making other people look amazing was what she did, working at the local theater doing make-up and costumes and she had to admit she was pretty good at it.&nbsp; Of course, Diana was a beauty to begin with.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hey," she said quietly as she entered the room and waved nervously at Gabriel before moving over to smile at Diana and fussing with her gown and wig.&nbsp; "You look great sis."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 21:39:54</strong>
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				A strange sound preceded the next guest, somewhere between a whispery shuffle and a rhythmic thump that echoed down the weird hallways ahead of her, her gait much slowed as she followed Paige through the house that went exponentially beyond rambling. It fell into silence as she got to the doorway of the ballroom and stopped with a sigh, one hand lifting to slide up and hold on to the frame for a moment, looking in at the other three.<br><br>"You know, if it weren't for the fact that I'm not planning on having this on THAT long tonight, I would already have ripped the seam up to the thigh," she pointed out to Paige, unbothered by the fact that her friend had put so much time into making her the vision that stood their now. Despite having the slight and slender frame that was so typical of her Japanese ancestry, Zen seemed to fill the large doorway with her presence, thanks to the impact of her costume.<br><br>Her feet were hidden behind a stiffened spread of cloth, and a little more of it trailed behind her heels; orangey-red and white, mottled, there was a distinctly scaley pattern to the slim skirt that clung close to her legs, following the curve of her hips and stopping just below her belly. A chain of silver links hung around her waist, accenting the nip of it above the hips, and making the bare skin there all the more noticeable... especially as here and there it was artfully painted to make it seem as if more of the scaling climbed up her skin. It followed her arms as well, where a clever sleeve made of flesh-toned mesh made fin-like extensions fluttering from the outer edges of her forearms, joined by gloves at the end that webbed her fingers.<br><br>Another length of scaley-looking cloth was run behind her neck and criss-crossed her chest, covering her breasts before going around her sides to tie beneath her shoulder blade; one could see this because of the way her long, dark, and normally straight hair had been coaxed into artful waves, twisted up&nbsp; to the crown of her head by a pair of enameled sticks. A pearl on a little golden chain dangled from the end of each, matching the chain around her waist, and here and there a little shell was seemingly caught in her locks, thanks to superglue on bobby pins. A little cascade of gold spilled from each earlobe, a gather of little golden chains each with a tiny thin rectangular plate, several different lengths. When she moved her head, they tinkled ever so faintly.<br><br>The reason for the odd shuffling came very clear as she finally broke the pose to display herself; the slender skirt gave her barely enough leeway to get one foot in front of the other, and she made slow progress across the floor toward the waiting trio. The movement also revealed what wasn't noticeable when she was still; there was a faint shimmer of golden glitter all over her body, accenting colors of paint and cloth and jewelry alike. "What do you think though - isn't Paige fabulous? He's never going to be able to resist my siren song." Knowingly, she winked; her singing voice was rather... well, crows had often been given favorable comparison. But with what was planned for the evening's festivities, that wasn't going to matter a goddamn bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 22:08:06</strong>
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				She hadn't meant to surprise Gabriel, but then perhaps he was filled with the same nerves that fluttered through her. She just had to keep focused, and think of Kurt, and of how long she had been wanting this, though the slightly annoyed tone in the head intern's voice didn't exactly put her at ease. Gabriel was not an easy person to be around, and this was coming from someone how probably could have won Miss Socially Inept seven years in a row. The redhead tramped down her own slight irritation with the male and nodded her head, feeling the weight of the wig as she did so, she didn't seem to have fixed it completely right. "Yes, as it has been for a month, I just need to start the casting for tonight..."<br><br>The girl trailed off as her sister entered the room, a soft smile touching her lips, even if she was nervous, or unsure, with Paige there she instantly felt better. Paige was a grounding point for Diana, always steady and always there. And her older sister believed in her, and had helped her work several, smaller spells over the years. When she saw the smile on her older sisters face she knew it was because of the way she looked in the costume Paige had made her and she felt proud to give that satisfaction to her sister. Regardless of the fact that the outfit showed more skin then she had ever considered showing when she had asked Paige to make her a gown for Artemis. After all she had envisioned a plain white sheath of a garment, something that would hide most of her body and just allude to Greek Gods. Paige had given her a dream, a wispy dress with daring flashes of skin shown at her midsection, the curve of her hips highlighted by a golden belt that hung there, delicately made. The dip of the neckline showed the creamy globes of her breasts off, and yet it retained that modest regalness with the long, flowing skirt. Her sister had played fairygodmother to be sure.<br><br>Which would be why she stayed still and let Paige readjust slight things around her dress and the wig, offering a shy, thankful smile, though her eyes took in her sisters costume with confusion. Paige could create such visions of beauty and delight, even making her plump little sister appear goddess like, yet she had dressed herself as a man? It didn't make any sense but she didn't say anything to the taller girl about it "Paige, I was just asking Gabe if he had seen you. Thank you again for the costume, if I look great its only because you dressed me instead of me for once." A laugh curved her pink lips in a smile that was both teasing and understanding, she couldn't count the number of times her sister had tried to get her to wear something a certain way, or do her hair a certain way, or offered to do her make up. Diana was not all that interested in how she looked, her brain was more important to her and she knew at times her sister couldn't understand her apathy about her looks. <br><br>When Zen came to the door of the ballroom though Diana felt her mouth fall open slightly as her teal eyes took in the Asian beauty. If her costume was fit for a goddess then Zen's was twice over, it was so life like, gorgeously detailed and perfectly executed. Her sister really was a master at this, she glanced up at Paige with a bright smile and hugged her impulsively. "You're the genius of the family" she murmured even as Zen made her slow way toward them, hampered by the tightness of her sheath skirt. <br><br>"You look divine Zen and yes, she is." A warm smile and bright eyes met Zen's, after all the girl was close friends with Paige and one of the few females near her own age that Diana didn't feel completely out of place around, she liked the sultry Asian and was happy to be able to give her a chance at a guy, just like she herself was getting. Di bit down on her lower lip, feeling the butterflies erupt inside her stomach again, they were all here, it was time to start. <br><br>"Okay..we are running low on time, I go to the North wall as Earth, Zen you are Water so you go to the West, Gabe your Air, South, and Paige East for Fire." She spoke, not really wanting to be in charge, but she was the only one who knew how to do this correctly and any mistakes could be very dangerous in a house like this. She gave her sister another tight hug and a soft smile to the black haired beauty among them before starting off to the north end of the room without another word, needing clear air around herself to start emptying her mind for the casting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 23:13:33</strong>
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				Gabriel was pleased to see Paige come strolling in, clearly a little disoriented, and irritated as well.&nbsp; He understood all too well.&nbsp; Even in his tenure as an intern in the House, he had yet to master its twists and turns.&nbsp; He had a general area that he felt comfortable navigating, and tried to avoid wandering too far if he could avoid it.&nbsp; Especially at this time of night.<br><br>He had to admit, Paige had done an excellent job with Diana's costume.&nbsp; She very nearly looked like a different person.&nbsp; He found himself staring a little overlong at the awkward young redhead, eyeing her thoughtfully before he caught himself and rolled his eyes.&nbsp; He had bigger plans, for sure.&nbsp; Rebekah would be arriving very soon, and if Kurt hadn't flaked, she'd be wearing one <em>hell</em> of a costume.&nbsp; Gabe smiled.&nbsp; Mister hard ass football star thought he was just making an easy fifty bucks and flaunting his hot girlfriend... He'd find out the truth soon enough.&nbsp; Gabriel would have laughed out loud at the thought, if he hadn't been so anxious.&nbsp; <em>One more.&nbsp; One more and we're ready.</em>&nbsp; As soon as this Zen girl showed up, it would be time to get started.&nbsp; It was the last piece he needed to fall into place.&nbsp; The guests would be here for sure; no one would pass up the chance to party in a huge haunted mansion on Halloween.&nbsp; Morons.<br><br>Gabriel tapped his foot impatiently on the hardwood floor, his dark eyes darting to the main door over and over.&nbsp; He hadn't changed out of his work clothes, having been there all day, only stripping off the corny button up deal they forced on the interns.&nbsp; He wore a white undershirt and khaki slacks, crisp and ironed the way they stressed at him so often.&nbsp; Pushing off of his spot by the organ, he ran a hand absently through his dirty blond hair and huffed.&nbsp; Just as he was about to complain to Paige about her friend, there was a creak as the doors opened one more time, admitting the last of them, Zen, in an absolutely stunning mermaid costume.&nbsp; Even Gabe was taken aback, speechless.<br><br>Only Diana's admonition about running out of time distracted him, and he turned back to her, nodding seriously.&nbsp; "Yeah.&nbsp; Lets get this moving.&nbsp; The sooner we get the spell off, the sooner we can all get to what we really want," he said with a knowing smile, walking across the wide floor of the ballroom to the south wall.&nbsp; He threw the sheet over his head and pulled it down until he found the eyeholes he had made.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 00:38:32</strong>
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				Paige smiled back at her sister after she finished adjusting the wig to be more comfortable for the rest of the night.&nbsp; And then she joined the other as they looked over at Zen's enterance and beamed a bit at the reactions.&nbsp; She'd put a lot of effort into that costume, and she was really pleased at how it had turned out.&nbsp; And as her eyes drifted over her friend she swallowed nervously.&nbsp; Maybe if she was as pretty as Zen or Di she could wear something like that, but she was much to plain for anything that daring.&nbsp; She blushed a little at the praise, she knew her work was good but she still never quite knew how to respond to people telling her so.&nbsp; Thankfully Diana and Gabriel moved things back to the ritual and she nodded as she headed over to take her place.<br><br>She glanced from her sister to the confident-looking blond man and back.&nbsp; Right.&nbsp; What they all wanted.&nbsp; She knew what they wanted.&nbsp; Diana had been interested in Kurt ever since she started tutoring him.&nbsp; And when she talked about him, it seemed like he was some completely different person.&nbsp; And as for Gabe, well what male didn't want Rebekah?&nbsp; She tried not to dislike the woman for being gorgeous but sometimes she just couldn't help herself.&nbsp; And on that thought she looked across the room at her friend Zen and sighed.&nbsp; They were so different but they'd been friends forever.&nbsp; Just because Zen treated her conquests with the same casual attitude that men considered their privilege everyone seemed to think she was a heartless bitch.&nbsp; But she was a true friend to those few people like Paige that she actually cared about.&nbsp; She was here for her latest conquest, more than a little angry over having her charms ignored in favor of love.&nbsp; <br><br>All of them had someone firmly in their sights tonight except her.&nbsp; As much as Paige didn't want to admit it, she was really here just to help them.&nbsp; She didn't know what she wanted really.&nbsp; Maybe that was why she'd worn this costume.&nbsp; Mobsters always knew what just what they wanted and they weren't afraid to take it without hesitation.&nbsp; It'd be nice to have that kind of confidence for once in her life, even if it was just for a few hours.<br><br>"I'm ready," she said as she took her place.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 05:02:27</strong>
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				All the way over they shuffled and already they were needing to get into place? She could have done with a little more basking - the look on Gabe's face was particularly gratifying, his expression something that she filed away for perhaps a future avenue of pursuit. She had yet to find a guy who truly had the time, attention, and lets face it the balls to stay with her for the long term.<br><br>"Fish-girl to the water location!" she chirped, but shifted closer to the sisters intending a hip-bump first... not that she got the chance. The skirt was gorgeous in all its shimmery glory, but it played hell on her ability to do anything speedily. A tad nonplussed, she turned and shuffled toward the west side of the ballroom, glancing around appreciatively. Even if this was just a bunch of hooey, the play was gorgeous, beyond a doubt. Parquet floors, intricate dark wood ceilings, damask gold and maroon wallpaper... hell, there was an organ against one wall! It was really something incredible.<br><br>Reaching her side of the room, she shuffled around to face the others and planted her hands on her hips. "Okay.... let's do this."
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 05:40:24</strong>
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				It was time. <br><br>Diana glanced around the room, noting that each stood exactly where she had told them to before they had changed for the party. She had spent a month laying in connections from each position so that the magic would spread to the north, west, south and east of the house, confining the spell to the mansion and making sure it would take firm hold. The girl inhaled deeply and then loosened her hold on the spell book, turning to the table that stood on her right, laid out with food and drinks, in preparation for the party and she plucked up the purple candle she had chosen out for this. Time to start the magic, she focused inward, touched the bright core of herself that was her magical talent and then curled her hand before releasing it and letting the candle whirl out into the air, only instead of dropping as would normally happen the purple cylinder twirled through the air until it reached the middle of the room and then Diana snapped her fingers. Flame burst into being upon the wick and slowly it drifted to the ground, the wax sealing instantly with the hardwood floor, connecting the candle to the house and to her spell. <br><br>Diana licked her lips, steadying herself before she began to speak the start of the ritual words. "I call Water to the circle, from the West may water come to make the world's reality fluid and ever changing upon this eve."<br><br>Zen answered her, carefully speaking the words she had written out for the other girl. "Water enters the circle and gives its ever changing power." Diana flashed the Asian a smile, she had simplified the words of the spell from the archaic book, afraid that the others might mess up the exact wording and falter. It didn't sound as grand as the dusty tome had instructed, but she knew it would work and that was all that matter. Blue light flared around Zen's body, a wavy aura, though Di wasn't sure any of the others would see it without the Sight. The magic moved out, a small wave that reached to the purple candle and connected. Water had come. <br><br>The young witch glanced next to Gabe, directly across from her in the ballroom and spoke clearly. "I call Air to the circle, from the South may Air flow to fill the sense, beguile them and ensare upon this eve."<br><br>Her answer came at once from the tense messy blond male "Air enters the circle and gives its power of deception." He seemed so terse, he must be nervous too, or just excited, she honestly didn't know, he was a tough one to read. Her eyes watched as a pale golden aura swirled around him before dancing through the air to touch the candle just as the water power had. Air had come. Her eyes moved to her sister and she smiled at her even as her lips parted to speak the next words. <br><br>"I call Fire to the circle, from the East may it flare to burn into our souls, to bring passion and lust to a boil upon this eve." <br><br>"Fire enters the circle and gives its power to enflame." The flames flared around her sister's body, unseen, unburning, but bright and they licked the air as they reached for the candle. Fire had come. <br><br>Perfect, they had all said the words right, now it was her turn, to finish the casting. Her throat felt dry, her heart throbbed within her breast and her hands clammy but she didn't pause, she forced her spine straight and head up as she spoke out her words in a voice strong and sure. "I call Earth to the circle, from the North may it strength desires and make fantasy ground in reality." she paused before speaking the next words, the answer that would seal the four elements. "Earth enters the circle and gives its power to make reality." <br><br>She moved forward a step then, entering into the circle itself and wove her hands in runes, quickly shaping them through the air and seeing the elements respond. "Spirit holds all elements upon this eve, to bend and inflame, to beguile and change, within the bounds of this house no mortal binds may chain. So I say, so mote it be."<br><br>And from the others came the chorus of "So mote it be." She felt the power flare out for a moment, the flame of the candle bursting up into the air and she wavered, tightening her grip on the spell before it settled into the house and the candle went back to normal. It was done. She fell to her knees, her arms trembling, she had never worked on such a large scale before and her throat worked as she tried to get her sense back to normal, her head spinning from the rush of power that had flowed through her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 15:23:25</strong>
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				Gabriel saw nothing as they all said their part.&nbsp; He was a little surprised, if pleasantly so.&nbsp; He was fully aware of the Winchester House, and he was no skeptic, but he had never enjoyed his brushes with the supernatural.&nbsp; It was always so unsettling.&nbsp; And so he relaxed a little at the apparent lack of any disturbance, until he felt a light breeze brush over his body underneath the sheet and stand his hair on end.&nbsp; Along with it, he could hear a distant sound like water running in another room, although he could not have pointed to a specific direction it was coming from.&nbsp; It was... all around him.&nbsp; He suppressed a chill that ran slowly down his spine.<br><br>What was even more impossible to deny was the sudden flaring of the purple candle that Diana had chosen.&nbsp; Gabe's eyes had adjusted to the low light of the ballroom, and he squinted and turned away until it returned to normal.&nbsp; Still half-blinded, he stood there against the south wall still, unsure of what to do next.&nbsp; They were in too deep for any of them to screw it up now.&nbsp; The results would probably be disastrous.&nbsp; Gabriel looked to Diana, ready to follow her lead.<br><br>But she was in a heap on the hardwood floor, apparently out of commission for the moment.&nbsp; "It's.. over?"&nbsp; He took a hesitant step forward, toward his co-conspirator, stopping and then starting again.&nbsp; He wanted to make sure she was alright, but the spell was much more important.&nbsp; He had to be sure it was done.&nbsp; "Diana?&nbsp; Is it done?"
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 20:12:26</strong>
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				Paige watched the calling of the elements unfold nervously.&nbsp; She'd helped her sister before and so she knew enough to know just how much more power they were dealing with this time.&nbsp; And this place... it seemed like she could the house watching them.<br><br>She gave her part to the ritual and felt the a flare of warmth inside and the flow of power moving through her.&nbsp; When the spell completed it made her head swim a moment and when she blinked and caught herself against the wall she heard Gabe's voice.<br><br>"Diana..." she gasped and pushed off from the wall to rush unsteadily over to her sister and kneel beside her.&nbsp; Her hands settled on the smaller girl's shoulders and she shook her gently.&nbsp; "Diana?&nbsp; Diana are you alright?" she asked worriedly.
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				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 20:34:31</strong>
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				As promised, Zen did her part in the ritual along with everybody else, watching with unabashed interest as her friend's little sister wove together stodgy phrases and beautiful, if somewhat pointless looking hand gestures - but then the candle in the middle of the room flared up, and Diana fell to her knees as if knocked against. Without even really thinking, Zen took a step forward - or tried to, before the skirt fouled her attempt and she hit the floor so hard her palms stuck with a rather painful smack.<br><br>Sighing, she got to her feet and shuffled toward the young girl, shaking her head at Gabe. "No, there's still that one other bit that she's got to do once everybody's here, remember? Which is good, because we need to get some drinks and stuff set up in here... maybe pick out some of the side rooms for ourselves."<br><br>Grinning at him, making suppositions that marked a girl as slutty where it was just bold in a man, she reached Paige's side and helped her get her sister back on her feet. "You're okay, right munchkin?" she asked quietly, with an encouraging smile. "Tough as nails, and all that..." Then she brushed off her patterned skirt, and shuffled back toward the hallway where she'd left the backpack full of bottles and the little radio that was to give the ballroom music for the party, until things REALLY got swinging. Those shelves along the wall would be the perfect lace to arrange the bottles and cups before people arrived...<br><br>...and arrived they did, beginning almost three quarters of an hour later; maps just like the one Paige had used to find their way into the ballroom had been left in a carved box that looked like a treasure chest next to the front door, and with these in hand guests began to find their way in with flashlights and lanterns, the sound of their feet preceding their arrivals. A Robin Hood leapt into the room to land with a mighty thump, looking somewhat disappointed to see so few people there as yet to witness his grand entrance, and wandered over toward the display of drinks Zen had set up. A zombie found his way in, with a piece of gauze trailing off one leg; almost as if he couldn't make up his mind if he was really a mummy or not.<br><br>Not everyone was finding their way so easily toward the ballroom designated with the X on the map. "Really Michael, I think we should have turned right back there," Gabrielle said worriedly, a hand lifting to carefully adjust the spreading tropical flower, white with delicate shell pink deep in the bell of it, that was affixed to the front of her up-swept blond hairdo. "Next to that cabinet, I mean - it looked like there was a handle attached to the wall, it might have been a door, don't you think?" The house was unnerving and disorienting, even moreso because she could hear the distant sounds of people walking, but they hadn't run into anybody since they got into the place - and because he'd insisted that it would have an even better spooky ambiance if they came with a real lantern burning, instead of just flashlights.<br><br>Whatever it was, it gave Gabrielle the creeps enough that her fluffy white wings shivered along with the rest of her, and she kept close to her boyfriend as she could, comforted by his closeness and trying to studiously not notice just how nice he really looked in the Djinn costume he'd chosen, his dark hair loose against his shirtless back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 21:05:26</strong>
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				Diana flashed Paige a smile, trying to reassure her as she and Zen helped the redhead up from the floor. The power had rushed through her and she hadn't really been ready, but this was the biggest amount she would work with tonight, thankfully. "I'm okay, I promise sis..." she wrinkled her nose playfully at Zen for the word munchkin, she was short, but no need to rub it in. <br><br>On her feet she felt her head clear a bit and she smiled at her sister before heading to the little closet off the ballroom, pulling out the snacks she had placed there for the party, after all munchies were needed at any college get together. She was grateful to have magic on her side to help clean up the house, though, she felt the mansion shift, waking further, she rather thought it would clean itself up as well, proud and dignified as it was. The Greek Goddess laid out the snacks in neat order, turning around a she heard someone thud into the floor. A Robin Hood, how interesting. Her eyes moved over the ballroom and then she realized the candle, she hurried to the center of the room, grateful for the loose flow of her skirt and snatched it up, along with the spellbook she had left on the table, leaving the ballroom for a moment to place both in a hidden cupboard with a spell to seal them in. No one should mess with the things bound to the magic of this night except for her. Things would get....interesting.<br><br>While she was otherwise occupied the object of her affections was entering the Winchester House, with his beautiful girlfriend at his side. The young lady in question was a slender beauty, a dancer, who somehow, by the blessing of genes, managed to be both curvy, busty and yet willowy. Her body was the type most girls dreamed of having, though part of that came from her endless studio hours dancing; and for the perfection of her body, her face matched it, clear, lushly beautiful with a Italian feel. However that wasn't to say Rebekah was much at ease, after all her boyfriend had dared her to wear a outfit she had never imagined wearing before. It felt like too little, even compared to some of her dancing outfits, but then, she told herself, she should just think of it like a swim suit, there wasn't more then a swim suit should show.<br><br>The outfit in question was a sheer little dress, just barely covering the curve of her firm ass, it was a warm golden color, not that far off from her own creamy skin color, tied with a white ribbon just below her breasts. The bottom half of the garment flared and shifted around her, the top cupped and held her pert breasts and she was grateful for the strapless, flesh tone bra she had thought to slip on to cover her nipples and make the little slip of a garment more decent. Her long legs were bare, indeed the only thing she had on her body other then the little sheer dress was a golden bikini bottom. The toned mile long legs that she was so proud were certainly show cased tonight, and her golden stilettos tied in to the colors of the rest of her costume. Rebekah glanced up at her handsome boyfriend, smiling faintly at Kurt though she felt nervous inside, not that she ever showed that. Nope, no nerves, no insecurities, just the flawless miss popular. "Are you sure I look okay?" She asked as they paused on the foyer, the girl reached up to check that the little head band with her golden tuffed cat ears was still properly in place. It was, and as she lowered her hand she worked her fingers through the thick wavy silk that was her chestnut mane of hair, the tumble reaching all the way down to the flare of her hips, she never cut her hair if she could help it and it covered her nearly as much as her outfit did. A little gold purse hung off one shoulder and she adjusted the strap, after all a girl had little things that were necessary for all parties, like pain killers just in case, lip gloss and other odds and ends. Odds and ends....oh that was right, the bell. <br><br>She snapped open the little clutch, pulling out a goldenrod colored ribbon about an inch thick with a delicate golden bell hung from the center of it and hurriedly lifting it up to tie it neatly around her neck, she couldn't believe she had almost forgotten that, it was her favorite part of the costume. And even though she was unsure about the idea of a cat girl she knew her body looked good, her make up, the golden and bronze shimmers, and every little detail was flawless. Because she couldn't be anything but. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 15:49:10</strong>
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				Michael blew out a long breath of frustration as he raised the lantern, shining the light down another pitch black corridor.&nbsp; "I really think we're going to the right way.&nbsp; Besides, I didn't see a cabinet..."&nbsp; His voice trailed off as he stepped toward the side hall and peered down it intently.&nbsp; It came to abrupt stop a few yards in, with no door at the end or either side.&nbsp; Typical.&nbsp; Huffing, he did his best not to think about the contradiction between his reassurance that they were on the right track and the fact that he had just been contemplating a dead end.&nbsp; "This place is insane.&nbsp; "Damnit, it's going to be midnight soon, and I just want to have some fun!"<br><br>Michael winced as soon as he had said it, waiting for the inevitable scolding from his girlfriend.&nbsp; It was the truth, though.&nbsp; He had pleaded with her and cajoled her for days to come, hoping something would give.&nbsp; Something <em>had</em> to give.&nbsp; Looking down, he clenched and unclenched his fist, looking thoughtfully at the silver ring on on his left hand.&nbsp; This abstinence thing was really starting to get to him.&nbsp; Tonight would be the night, though.&nbsp; Everything was set.&nbsp; A dark, scary party in a haunted mansion, skimpy costumes... It would work, the guys had said it would.&nbsp; Girls always wanted someone close in the dark, they said.&nbsp; <em>We'll see.</em><br><br>Fighting off a sudden chill, Michael adjusted the pants of his djinn costume, long and flowing in a smoky black-violet material, and tapering at the ankle.&nbsp; He wore a pair of gold-colored shoes that came to points, and a wide black sash ran around his waist.&nbsp; Beyond that, he was shirtless, which was quickly seeming like a terrible idea in such a drafty old mansion.&nbsp; His body was well toned however; working out was a great way to relieve sexual tension, or so he'd been told.&nbsp; Try as Michael might, it hadn't helped yet.<br><br>Another sigh, and he shook his head.&nbsp; "I don't know.&nbsp; I can hear people, I think, that way..."&nbsp; Michael pointed away to a far wall, and when he shined the lantern on it, there was a door.&nbsp; Walking over and turning the handle, he opened it, and illuminated another long hallway.&nbsp; Looking back at Gabrielle, he shrugged.&nbsp; "Looks good to me.&nbsp; Come on, we need to stay close.&nbsp; <em>Really</em> close."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 00:02:53</strong>
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				Paige frowned a little but let Diana head off alone to finished the clearing and setting up.&nbsp; More than once Zen had accused her of being a mother-hen but she couldn't help it.&nbsp; Someone had to look after her sister.&nbsp; Hell, someone had to look after Zen sometimes for that matter.&nbsp; Maybe it made her a little dull but Paige honestly didn't mind being the designated driver in life.&nbsp; <br><br>Once the guests started to arrive and she forced herself to push that thought down and look over the men as they entered.&nbsp; Midnight was coming and she still needed to decide who she was going to lay claim to tonight.&nbsp; But as always, none of the men seemed to really draw her.&nbsp; Sure there were some hot guys here... and she was pretty sure that wasn't a sock in Robin Hood's tights... But looks never did it for her.&nbsp; Zen called her picky but Paige just hadn't ever really seen the attraction of casual relationships and hadn't met anyone she wanted to have anything serious with yet.&nbsp; <br><br>Kurt watched Rebekah fasten the fanciful ribbon around her neck and reached out to tap the bell and make it jingle once she was done.&nbsp; "You look absolutely breathtaking," he told her, "You're going to have every eye in the room once we're inside."&nbsp; He started to lean in and try to kiss her, but she'd already waved him off once out of concern over her makeup so he stopped and offered her his arm instead.<br><br>"Yar," he chuckled, "Let's get to yonder party and shiver our timbers."&nbsp; His own costume wasn't the work of art her's was, but it wasn't a quick online buy either.&nbsp; He'd gotten her to add some frill to the dress shirt from his high school prom and he was wearing it open to show off his chest.&nbsp; A pair of tight black jeans and motorcycle boots would serve well enough in the dimly lit house and he'd wrapped a bright red sash around his waist with a plastic pirate cutlass tucked in it and a matching bandanna to contain his hair which he'd left artfully unkempt.&nbsp; A big fake gold loop in one ear (much different from the properly fashionable little diamond stud he normally wore there) and an old battered compass on a leather thong about his neck rounded things out.&nbsp; <br><br>A witch wearing nothing but lace with well-placed spiderweb patterns passed them, glancing over with a little frown at Rebekah before tossing her hair and heading on inside.&nbsp; Kurt chuckled and drew his girl close but waited a moment.&nbsp; "I guess she doesn't like being the second hottest one here tonight," he said with a wink before heading off to find the ballroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 20:43:52</strong>
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				Keeping close really wasn't a problem; the more time they spent lost in the hallways of this weird and rambling house, the more unnerved Gabrielle was becoming. One hand reached up to adjust her dress, where the cloth came down from its halter shape around her neck and crossed her chest before attaching to the bodice of the white gown. It was more a gesture of nervousness than of discomfort, and when the door opened it was so perfectly silent that it gave her goosebumps in the way a creaking door might not have. THAT at least could have been written off as corny.<br><br>Quickly she moved in close to him, and her beringed hand sought out to curl into his own as she follwed him through the halls, giving up on the map and just going where he led her, though she chided with equal parts admonishment and fondness, "Miiiiichael, you shouldn't say that! Geez... can you imagine if God heard you and DID decide to damn this place?" She thought about it - being stuck in this house as it became host to hell and its creatures, a bane to god's followers, and shivered, all but pressing herself against his bare back in search of comfort.<br><br>Abruptly the side of the hallway revealed a door, a short hallway opening into a big room with lights and voices, and she swallowed a little squeal as someone with red horns and a pitchfork flashed into view and was gone, going past the doorway, her hand tightening in his. "Maybe we shouldn't have come," she whispered doubtfully, even as they moved forward to join the party, and once in she felt a little foolish for the suggestion; it was just people in costume after all, some of them friends, some of them... not quite so much, but at least people they knew.<br><br>Leaning against the side of the organ, Zen's eyes were riveted on the angel and the shirtless djinn that came into the room, and she scoffed softly seeing how the pretty blonde was clinging to her boyfriend. "God, she's such a pansy..." the asian girl muttered into her drink, and peered down into her cup, revealing a flash of orange and gold-painted lids before she took a long swallow; Sex on the Beach, not so easy to make at a party like this, but it had given her a chuckle just to make the attempt, given her costume, and her attentions.<br><br>Slowly her gaze skimmed the room, though it kept drifting back to Michael, and without thinking about it she licked her lips at the sight of him. That tanned expanse of chest probably tasted so good, and she was determined to find out. To hell with their god!<br><br>And the time of reckoning was just about near; the huge, heavy clock set against the far was was ticking and clicking closer to midnight now, and it looked like everybody had finally made it in - it even looked as if the news of this party had brought in people they hadn't even invited, because a vague headcount brought up way more people than she remembered them sending invitations to. No matter - the more the merrier, once the real fun began. "Hey, Di-" she called to catch the pretty Artemis' attention, and smiled in spite of herself as she nodded toward the clock - she really was beautiful, even before Paige had worked her own magic on the younger girl. The guy she was doing all this for was an idiot to not have seen it already, Zen decided.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 22:09:00</strong>
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				He really was a good boyfriend, so thoughtful and attentive. Rebekah flashed Kurt a smile as she took his, nearly forgiving him for the silliness of her costume then. He just wanted to show off, like most men did. Her mother had told her it would be so, that her beauty would make her a trophy for the men who held her on their arms. Sometimes she just wished for more, but Kurt was good to her and she did love him, in her own way; not like the aching burning passions so many other, more dramatic people seemed to experience though. His pirate speak summoned a bubbling giggle from her lips and she shook her head at him, though she couldn't help but notice just how good he looked in his costume. He did indeed match her in her beauty with his masculine handsomeness. <br><br>When the witch, a girl she knew by the name of Whittney moved past, her eyes holding annoyance at Bekah the girl inwardly sighed. Yes, Whittney was one of her dance team and yet, she was usually the one to dress to the most sensual affect. But it was Halloween and it wasn't Bekah's fault some men were wise enough to steer clear of the clingy female. If she were to allow herself to be mean she would think of Whit as a bitch, most girls did. But Bekah thought it was just that she was insecure, just like she herself, not that she ever showed it. Different people, different manners. She laughed again at Kurt and leaned into his arm, enjoying his closeness. That was one perk of dating, she loved to be touched and he liked to touch her. <br><br>The ballroom opened up to them, already full of a good amount of people and she smiled and waved here and there, both of them the well known 'golden' couple on campus. Social events were sometimes such a bore. She threw Kurt a seductive smile and tugged on his arm "Come on handsome, I want some alone time..." after all if she had to be dressed up like a feline with hormone issues she might as well use it to her advantage, better to be with him, caressing and exploring and enjoying it then to be crowded by such a large press of people all vying for attention.<br><br>Diana had noticed the moment Kurt entered the room, and the way Rebekah was dressed felt like a blow to her heart. How could she compete with the golden skinned goddess at his side? Maybe she shouldn't do this after all, she felt the house shift, readying for the midnight hour, for the magic she had created that lay in wake within it. No, it was too late to turn back, and she wanted him, even if only for one night. <br><br>When Zen called out her name she turned toward the pretty Asian&nbsp; and nodded, her own gaze going back to the clock. Yes, it was time. She slipped from the room, largely unnoticed and went to the hidden cupboard, exacting the book and the candle again. A flick of her finger lit the wick and she flipped open the book, holding the candle in one hand and the leather bound tome in the other as her eyes flickered over the page. Finding the words she sought she paused, inhaling deeply before slowly beginning the chant, a mixture of old English and Gaelic, not an easy tongue but one common enough to her spellcraft. The house moved around her again, it was rustling, eager for its part. It was the spirit of it after all. Her voice picked up the beat and increased in volume toward the end when the candle flared up brightly and she felt the magic rush through her again, just as awesome as before, though this time more so, because it was she alone who bore it. The candle went out suddenly, the lights died and all went quiet as if in shock within the house. And the old grandfather clock, powered not by electricity but by cogs, tolled the midnight hour in solemn, loud tones. <br><br>The candle dropped along with the book from her fingers as she sank down, sitting with her back against the wall and trembled, feeling magic far greater then her own close around her now. What had she just done? But it was too late.....only dawn would break it now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 22:51:34</strong>
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				Gabriel was far from at ease as he watched the guests arrive, eagerly anticipating the appearance of one in particular.&nbsp; He kept an eye on the three girls, as best he could from under a sheet at least, and moved awkwardly through the growing crowd of costumed partiers.&nbsp; He bumped hard into a burly guy dressed as a caveman, and didn't even bother to make eye contact or apologize.&nbsp; He heard the guy spit some obscenity at him as he walked away, but it didn't matter.&nbsp; Gabe's mind was elsewhere.<br><br>His irritation grew as he tried to shoulder his way through the quickly multiplying guests, finding himself blocked from the main doorway by a crowd of Musketeers.&nbsp; Gritting his teeth, he forced his way between them and growled.&nbsp; "Move, you're blocking the door!"<br><br>Once past them, Gabe found himself outside the main throng.&nbsp; It truly was a lot of people, and for a moment, Gabe was nervous.&nbsp; Things could easily get out of hand, and he would have some very serious explaining to do in the morning.&nbsp; He might possibly lose his job.&nbsp; Was it worth it?&nbsp; Just for her?<br><br>Just as soon as he thought about her, as if on cue, he saw her.&nbsp; Rebekah was moving away from the crowd, at a diagonal from him, and she looked... <em>Incredible!</em>&nbsp; He hadn't really thought Kurt would be able to convince her to wear it, but he had done it.&nbsp; She was in that skimpy catgirl costume, and she looked every bit as perfect as Gabriel had imagined.&nbsp; She had her knucklehead hanging on her arm, though.&nbsp; Gabe knew he wouldn't be able to do anything until the moment the spell took hold.&nbsp; Frantic, he pulled his phone out underneath the sheet and checked it.&nbsp; <em>Oh, shit!</em><br><br>Time had gotten away from him, and now Rebekah was threatening to do the same.&nbsp; He scrambled after her, careful not to trip over the trailing excess of his sheet, and did his best to not be seen as he followed the pair into the shadows.<br><br>Michael had eyes for very little as he walked into the ballroom.&nbsp; With his arm tight around Gabrielle's waist and his hand resting on her hip, all he could think about was how soft she felt.&nbsp; It was rather jarring to see a devil go bounding past them, and it snapped him out of his hormone-driven haze enough to wonder if Gabrielle were actually right.&nbsp; This was not their kind of place, really, and he was afraid they would stick out.&nbsp; It was too late to back out now, though, and besides, this was likely the best chance he would have to get "personal" with his girlfriend.&nbsp; "Aww, it's okay.&nbsp; If it gets too crazy, we'll just leave.&nbsp; It's not like we have to stay the whole time."&nbsp; He twisted and toyed with his ring again unthinkingly.&nbsp; "Oh, hey," he said casually, pointing at the massive clock standing against the far wall.&nbsp; "It's midni-"<br><br>Before the words were even out of his mouth, the lights flickered and died, and a strong rush nearly shoved Michael on his ass.&nbsp; It was a strange feeling, surely, and he was at a loss for words as he tried to figure out what had happened, what <em>was</em> happening.&nbsp; He felt... lighter.&nbsp; There was no chill anymore, either... In fact, he was swelteringly hot.&nbsp; Wrapping his arms tighter around Gabrielle, he opened his mouth to speak, but the words were slow in coming.&nbsp; "Gab... Gabrielle... "&nbsp; His voice was different, and it shocked him beyond belief.&nbsp; He was speaking in a deep rumbling baritone.&nbsp; "What's going on?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 23:03:32</strong>
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				Kurt smiled as they reached the ballroom, nodding and moving with Bekah on his arm as they made the circuit of the room.&nbsp; He looked about for Gabe but didn't see him right away.&nbsp; There would be time enough to actually collect at school later and he didn't figure the guy really minded losing the bet.&nbsp; It wasn't that much money and he knew Gabe had it pretty bad for Bekah.&nbsp; They'd find him at some point.&nbsp; As he was looking around he stopped and looked back when he saw Diana.&nbsp; It really took him a second glance to be sure it was really her.&nbsp; But before he could try to steer them over to say hello Bekah was tugging at his arm.&nbsp; He let her draw him away, surprised by her boldness.&nbsp; Not that she wasn't eager in bed, but usually she wasn't comfortable with making out or petting if they weren't alone and home.&nbsp; And as they moved to the door he brushed something soft and glanced over.&nbsp; His eyes made a quick sweep of the angel attached to the wing his elbow had bumped as he mumbled an apology and moved on.&nbsp; Damn that really was a waste of a fine looking girl.&nbsp; He couldn't blame Mike for being crazy for her.&nbsp; As soon as they slipped out of the ballroom and into the hall, Kurt pulled back on Rebekah's arm and spun her to push her against the wall and lean against her suddenly with a playful grin.&nbsp; "Avast," he chuckled as he reached down to slip his fingers along her hip and squeeze her ass, "Seems I've found a booty no sea dog could resist."<br><br>Then the clock struck midnight and everything went pitch black.&nbsp; More than just dark, there was a strange moment of floating or falling and then the vertigo hit.<br><br>Paige gasped as she found herself sprawled on the floor.&nbsp; Weird because she didn't remember hitting the floor and there wasn't carpet in the ballroom either...&nbsp; Blinking she looked around at the club.&nbsp; Chairs were all up since it was after closing and she felt pleased that it was all nice and tidy like it should be.&nbsp; Because she hated it when the help slacked off in her place.&nbsp; Wait...&nbsp; Her place?&nbsp; Slowly Paige rose and smoothed out her suit.&nbsp; It felt different.&nbsp; Not the natty cheap material she'd been wearing earlier.&nbsp; And it fit perfectly.&nbsp; Of course it did, she didn't pay Giuseppe top dollar to make suits that didn't fit.&nbsp; No one respected a man who didn't look sharp... And suddenly she realized why the suit felt so different.&nbsp; Hands, large and strong hands, padded her flat broad chest.&nbsp; And as she gasped in shock, one of them traveled down over a set of rock hard abs to cup between her legs.&nbsp; She didn't recognize the voice that screamed in her ears next.&nbsp; Deep and rough and male... just like the rest of her... just like the bulge she felt herself squeezing...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 23:24:49</strong>
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				Just as they'd planned on, Di disappeared from the room, and Zen pushed away from the organ, beginning to walk slowly along the wall,&nbsp; peering into the crowd in search of Michael. She could see him, and his angellic girlfriend seemed to have a death grip on his arm; the girl would have scowled if she hadn't been afraid it would make lines in her makeup.<br><br>Ticking and tocking, the ancient clock swung the last arm up to midnight - and as it began to sound, every bit of light in the room went abruptly out. Everybody let out sharp screams, some nervous laughter mixed in, and Zen reached out for the paneled wall behind her to keep her balance in case somebody bumped into her in the dark.<br><br>There was no wall there, and with a little shriek she stumbled backward where she'd not expected there to be a room to go into. Inertia and gravity had their way with her as her ankles fouled in her tight skirt, and she fell to the floor with a heavy thud, rolling over with a groan to start pushing herself before she could get stepped on. Even as she did, lights began to come back on - flickering into being, one by one, like candles being lit on the tables.<br><br>Tables?<br><br>There hadn't been any tables in the ballroom, but now as she lifted her head and began to look around she was somehow in a different room entirely, with a teacandle in a low glass jar flickering in the center of each tiny round table all around the room, like some kind of restaurant or bar or something. Pushing up onto her knees, she looked over to the side, and there was a large shape there, hard to make out in the dim room, like a huge TV or... maybe a fishtank? She couldn't see anything in it though, as she awkwardly scooted her feet under her and straightened - only to fall again with a shriek, reaching out to catch herself on the nearest table. Her grasping only succeeded in knocking it to the ground, the candle sputtering out as it hit the floor and rolled to come up against someone's nicely-polished shoes.<br><br>With a groan she rolled over and sat up, moving to brush off her skirt. Paige wouldn't like it if this got damaged, she'd worked to hard on painting the cloth... that wasn't cloth under her hands. She could feel her palms, as if she were brushing off her legs, but under her hands felt cool and a little dry and itchy, and she stared down the skirt, frowning as it shimmered a little differently - and at the bottom there was no sign of her feet. Only a tail, flaring beautifully out from what had, until moments ago, been her legs.<br><br>Zen let out what would have been a scream, but her throat felt strange, and the sound was dry and hoarse, hands flying up to feel something strange on the sides of her neck.<br><br>She was not the only one to find herself suddenly with altered appendages, to be sure. The very angel at whom she'd so balefully glared was one of those who gasped and let out a frightened scream as the ballroom was plunged in the darkness. Michael's arm was already around her waist, and she welcomed the solid feel of him as she pushed herself closer, arms going around his neck and hugging him tightly.<br><br>Someone already had bumped into her wings, and now it felt like they were getting bumped into and battered again and again, acutely uncomfortable where they lay strapped neatly against her back, and she wriggled and shifted in Michael's warm embrace, trying to shift her wings away from the bothersome touch. All the while, her heart beating fast, she tried to penetrate the pitch darkness, and finally it seemed that someone had found a flashlight and lit a lantern at the same time, because she was beginning to see Michael again; he seemed to be faintly limned with a fiery hue, and there was also a little bit of a pale sheen like moonlight helping her to see him as she looked up at him - more up than she was used to, and her brow wrinkled. Could he have gotten taller?<br><br>"I don't know - what happened to your voice? ...what happened to mine?" It was lighter and even sweeter than normal, nearly to the point of being airily musical, and her eyes widened at the odd sound of it - and to match her obvious consternation, her wings grown larger and thick with fluffy feathers, ledges lined with magnificent pinions, fluttered behind her.<br><br>"Michael," Gabrielle started, and cleared her throat to little effect; his arms were tight around her waist, keeping her pulled securely against him, and perhaps it was the pressure but his arms and chest felt almost uncomfortably warm against her. "You can... you can let go, just a little."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 23:58:33</strong>
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				Rebekah had been in the middle of a laugh when the lights went out, amused by her boyfriend's teasing words. But then she felt some strange warmth steal over her. Instead of being nearly too cold in her flimsy costume she felt heated, and she felt his hands on her and shivered. Her breath quickened and she felt the sudden, odd urge to purr. Wait, purr? The girl blinked, noticing that she could see perfectly in the dark and she felt her breath rush out of her as her ears twitched. Twitched. Trembling she lifted a hand to her head, to touch at where the headband should have been, shifting through her chestnut hair in vain. She tugged on one of her ears, meaning to rip off the headband, only to yowl out in pain. Tears smarted in her eyes and she realized she could hear more, see more..smell more. The smell of Kurt so close to her, so masculine made that mewling purr sound in her throat. Which caught then as she froze and trembled. <br><br>Her wide eyes were dark with confusion and she whimpered, only it sounded more like a soft mewl, everything so feline now. She backed up against a wall and then felt something protruding low off her back. And it moved, frisking along. She gulped and felt down for it, coming in contact with a furred tail. A tail.&nbsp; She screamed then, like the others, and pushed past Kurt to run blinding into the house, trying to find her way back to the door, out of this nightmare, away from everyone. What in the world was going on? Her body was screaming at her to go back, to purr and beg Kurt for touching, for petting, yet her mind was overwhelmed with the overload of her new, sharper senses. <br><br>Diana pushed herself up off the ground, hearing chaos rule through the house and frowning. With shaking hands she gathered the candle and book back, placing them back into the cupboard. That was when she noticed she was glowing. Her skin gave off a soft silvery light, like a star's radiance and it clung to her. Desires, she had made the spell to fuel and give way to desires and illusions and to bend reality. The costumes, they were going to become real. Her gut twisted and she held out her arms in dismay, she glowed like the ancient Moon Goddess was said to. She wondered how the others were taking it, suddenly glad she was away from the main ballroom, from other eyes as she lifted her hand to her head, trying to pull at her 'wig'. Of course it was her hair now, it was her, she was a blond Goddess. <br><br>The girl bit her lip and trembled, torn between rushing to see the others and wanting to hide away till dawn came. No, she had done this, she had to answer for it. She slipped back down the hallway, having a better sense of direction then most people in this house. Diana entered the ballroom and noticed that only her glow lit the room, the power was still out. Well...she was a witch, and for just tonight, a goddess, she could fix that at least. She focused outward, coaxing the power back on. Lights came back though still she glowed, a nimbus surrounding her. Her gaze sought Gabe, wondering how he would take this, and when she didn't find him she looked for her sister, for Paige. And didn't see the girl anywhere. Though she did blink when she noticed the west wall had given way, creating a room that looked like a gangster's club. Paige, the room....it must have been made, just for her, a caster. <br><br>Wait, what? What was she doing here? Among so many mortals? They were beneath her notice unless worshiping her properly and men should not stare at her as several were. She was the virgin Goddess. Diana shook her head, blinking and ran a hand through her wealth of silky golden hair; she was not Artemis. She was Diana, a mortal human, a witch and college student. This spell was more dangerous then any of them could grasp, she had to hold on to herself. She moved through the room, using the steel and confidence that was Artemis's personality filling her to stiffen her back and hold her gaze steady, ignoring the males that suddenly vied for her attention. A Robin Hood, swaggering and sure of himself, a darkly caped Batman, and these just the first. <br><br>She made it to the strange new room, her eyes setting upon a man who looked vaguely familiar, though he screamed. Paige, oh lord no! She stumbled then, coming to the ground before her sister turned male and glanced in horror at the sound of Zen's voice, finding the girl turned mermaid. Desires become real, what had she done? Her expression was tormented and pleading yet she couldn't stay, she touched the man Paige's shoulder before whirling away and running blindly back the way she had come, wishing for solitude, for freedom. She streaked past the man she had done this for, not caring and ran back to her hallway. It was to the North, oddly enough, and it was no longer a hallway, but rather a forest, the full moon hanging high in the sky once she entered the expanse. That drew her up short and she stared up at it in dumb awe. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 00:44:38</strong>
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				Kurt swayed as the world spun darkly around them.&nbsp; He felt Rebekah move in his grasp, and heard her yowling and mewling as she squirmed.&nbsp; His brow furrowed in confusion and when she pulled away he gasped and stumbled forward, groping blindly as he called out to her.&nbsp; But he found only the wall and when the lights came back he saw no sign of her, turning and looking desperately back and forth he growled low in his throat.&nbsp; Damned woman had panicked over some flicker of the lights and now he was going to have to go chasing after her.&nbsp; He blinked at that thought and reached up to scratch at his stubble and smoothed his trousers with his other hand.&nbsp; The bump of his cutlass against the wall made his glance down.&nbsp; At once he felt both confusion over seeing a real sword on his hip and a sense of comfort that he hadn't lost it in the confusion.&nbsp; <br><br>And then something flashed by him and he looked up to see Artemis, gown and hair both flowing out behind her as she ran by and into the forest.&nbsp; He grinned and turned to set off in pursuit.&nbsp; He'd track the other wench down later perhaps, but this was the prize he'd come here for tonight.&nbsp; He couldn't quite recall the details of where this forest was or where the ship was moored but he knew she'd eluded him somehow.&nbsp; He came upon her gazing up at the moon and nodded.&nbsp; The full moon, that must be what he'd been waiting for.&nbsp; He had to make her his now or she'd slip away from him again.&nbsp; He crept closer and eased his sword out of its sheath.&nbsp; He knew she'd fight... and that would only make his victory sweeter.<br><br><hr><br>Paige blinked as the world swirled madly.&nbsp; Someone touched his shoulder and he looked to see some dame in a nightgown looking teary-eyed at him and some fancy ballroom where the wall of his club was supposed to be.&nbsp; Blinking Paige watched her sister fleeing back into the ballroom and reached out.&nbsp; But then something touched his shoe and everything was normal.&nbsp; He shook his head and dismissed it, turning instead to see his prize sprawled on the floor and knocking over the furniture.<br><br>"Oh for Pete's sake," Paige snapped irritably, "What are you doing out of your tank again?&nbsp; I swear... If you've ruined another carpet I just might make mermaid the blue plate special..."&nbsp; Bending to snatch up the glass he moved over to plant his hands on his hips and glare down at the helpless creature before him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 16:04:21</strong>
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				Michael was just as shocked at the sound of Gabrielle's voice as he had been at his own.&nbsp; The surprise of it kept her words from even registering in his mind for a few moments, and he only held her tighter as he felt her wings jostling and twitching against him.&nbsp; They felt like they were moving of their own accord... but that couldn't be right.&nbsp; As the heavy darkness began to fade, pushed away by the light that seemed to be emanating from both of them, the chaotic sounds of the other guests shrieking and shouting and moaning faded with it.&nbsp; They were alone.&nbsp; That realization made Michael tighten his hold on his girlfriend.<br><br>Their glow began to press outward more and more, a brilliant white light coming from Gabrielle that almost blinded Michael.&nbsp; He squinted, and then blinked, and then looked down at her.&nbsp; And then further down.&nbsp; Had she... shrunk?&nbsp; She did feel smaller.&nbsp; And lighter as well, he realized, picking her right up off of the carpeted floor of the bedroom and hoisting her to face him.&nbsp; She wasn't glowing exactly, he realized then; she was shining.&nbsp; The angel's countenance nearly overwhelmed him with its beauty, and he sneered as he squinted again.&nbsp; "How did one so pure find her way to one so dark, little one?" The fire that burned in his narrowed eyes brightened as a smile pulled at his lips, his skin slowly darkening to near the color of his pants, which seemed to be wafting dark tendrils of smoke all around the two of them.&nbsp; His long hair darkened as well and swayed softly as though some unseen wind were moving in the room.<br><br>--------------------------------<br><br><em>Damn!&nbsp; Damn damn damn!&nbsp; What am I going to do now?!?</em>&nbsp; Gabe screamed at himself mentally as he followed Rebekah down the long darkened hall.&nbsp; He had been so caught up in watching Kurt and Rebekah make out that he had forgotten to pull off the sheet before the all-important moment.&nbsp; It was gone now, of course, and Gabe wasn't entirely sure what was going to happen.&nbsp; He was well enough, for the moment, but as he glanced briefly at his arm and hand, he thought he could almost see through to the wooden tiled floor.&nbsp; It was extremely unnerving.<br><br>Regardless, he was not going to lose sight of his intended prey.&nbsp; Rebekah would be his, no matter what.&nbsp; Faster and faster he ran after her, matching her step for step and turning corners in his pursuit.&nbsp; Gabriel had never run so fast, and still he was only barely gaining on the catgirl.&nbsp; If she were to pull something tricky and disappear, he would lose her.&nbsp; Without another thought, his feet stopped hitting the ground, trailing out behind him as he floated after her.&nbsp; He was catching up now.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 19:13:53</strong>
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				Zen's eyes slid up and up and up as she felt the flutter of gill slits in the sides of her neck; from polished shoes to neatly fitted suit to a chest that should have some soft protrusions, a face that should NOT have such real scruff on it... a face that made her blanch as she sat there helpless before him, and she flailed mentally just as she had physically, searching for a proper excuse to give him for being sprawled on the uncomfortably dry floor instead of in the water as she was supposed to.<br><br>The one she came up with was, at least, the truth. "I... fell," she murmured; even without the soothing of water, her voice still carried a mellifluous timbre to it, as if there were an aural stream running across her vocal chords. "I cannot get up- I- Please. Help me?" she beseeched, her increasingly dry and itchy tail curling upward and flopping despondently back to the floor, bending into an arc that human leg bones would never have been able to manage, while her hands <em>webbed hands, there's webs between the fingers now of COURSE there are need them to swim...</em> left her neck and stretched out pleadingly toward him.<br><br>There was the chance that he might help; there was also the very real chance that this would be the night he grew tired of her insistent bids for freedom and did away with her, in spite of her being quite literally his class act. She was the thing they came for, the patrons that would be filling these seats, these tiny tables. Hers was the voice that, once it got into their ears, left them craving the chance to hear it again, and willing to shell out a pretty penny on anything else the club had to offer in order to get it. There was no other creature like her in his grasp, certainly not with such curves and unabashedly bared skin an scales. There were no other eyes like hers, depthless and complete black beneath the gold-lined orange lids.<br><br>"Please..." she said again, and pushes just a little hint of a song into her voice to edge him toward assistance instead of harm.<br><br><hr><br>The effortlessness with which he raised her fallen form from the carpeted floor should have been surprising; but Michael had always been strong, and.... and a djinn's strength outdid that of a human beyond question, just as an angel had power of which no mortal might dream. Still, once her feet were beneath her again, and her wings fluttered behind her - soft pinion edges sweeping briefly against his arms as they snapped out with a soft thud against the air to shake away the dirt that had touched them, even imagined - Gabrielle twisted faintly in his arms. There was not quite enough room to accommodate her wings fully in here, the tips bumping against furniture unseen behind her.<br><br>"No darkness can exist without light," she pointed out in counter, her own furrowed brow smoothing as her hands slid, unwinding from his neck to glide down his bare arms and set there just above the elbow. Holding firmly, she pushed just a little, trying to get him to loosen that heated grip, growing increasingly uncomfortable.<br><br>Peering up into his eyes, she could see the fiery burn there, and unexpectedly, it brought a hopeful smile to her lips; such a fire could be evidence of one of the Morningstar's brethren, certainly, but this one did not yet have His mark. There was still a chance. "I came here for you," she said softly, "I'm here to save you. Release and follow me, and I can bring you into our fold."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 19:42:40</strong>
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				The girl stood looking up at the moon, feeling an attachment with it and then blinked, shaking her head. No, she shouldn't, should she? Her name was Diana...but that was just the name the Roman's called her, she was Artemis. No, no she wasn't the Goddess....was she? The blond touched her temples, trembling to hold in all the thoughts and confusion that flowed through her. She had to think clearly, to focus on what was real, though, she glanced around her at the forest that half of her mind told her was real and the other half said shouldn't be there. She was in the Winchester House, wasn't she? She should just find Kurt, find the mortal man who had snubbed her and make him rue the day. No, she was mortal, just like Kurt. "Oh blasted Titans I am confused!" <br><br>Her voice was the same, the surprisingly husky sweet sound, the only part of her that was at all sensual in everyday. Now she was clad in a dress fit for a goddess. She moved through the trees, toward a fountain set and opulent, this must be part of Olympus's gardens, or rather, meant to mimic them. Di, not Artemis, she reminded herself. She peeked over the basin of the water to look at herself, thinking jealously that Artemis was far more beautiful then Diana, but in truth it was her own reflection there, she just saw it as something other then herself, letting her see the girl others saw. Di sighed and turned to sit on the edge of the fountain then, her eyes widening at the sight of a pirate moving toward her with a cutlass in hand. Kurt. Kurt had gone after her instead of Bekah, he was here, by himself. <br><br>Her breath rushed out as she stared at him in shock, but then his sword caught the moonlight and Artemis came roaring through, demanding her due. "How dare a mortal dare such steel against a Goddess!" Her voice snapped out with confidence and authority, he was beneath her, not the other way around, and since Artemis seemed to be so much better able to talk to him without stuttering or being pathetic Diana finally let her be.<br><br><hr><br><em>Let me out, let me out, get out of here!</em><br><br>She had to get out of here, now, out of this stupid costume. Only, was it a costume. The tail whisked around and she could feel it moving, she could move it, just with her ears. Cat ears. Her heart pounded as she just focused on running, glad she was a dancer, it kept her in such good shape that she could run until she got out of this cursed place. Or rather, she could have if she had paid attention to her surroundings more. Her heels hit something, stubbing her toe and at the speed she was going she was hurled to the ground, sliding along it for a moment, the slick hard wood floors aiding this. The girl slumped, blinking and confused for a moment as she trembled, legs splayed and hands braced to keep her up as she shook her head and tried to relocate herself as a pouting mewl parted her lips. She must have tripped over something. <br><br>She moved, getting onto her hands and knees for a moment before bolting upright, shocked at how good it had felt to be on her hands and knees. She trembled and rubbed her rear, her ass stinging slightly from her fall. Why had she been running again? Where was she? It was darker here then the place where she had come from, the hallways gleaming in rich dark wood, and the house smelled...old and odd. She shivered and then remembered she wanted to leave, to find the door. Right, she turned, blinking and sniffed the air delicately. Rebekah was starting to sink into the cat girl, but it was her instincts that would let her find her way out of here. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 20:54:45</strong>
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				Kurt inched forward with his cutlass ready.&nbsp; This was no common wench before him.&nbsp; Even the pampered beauties that belonged to men of noble station paled compared to the goddess of the moon's perfection.&nbsp; And more than just beautiful, she was strong and spirited.&nbsp; His lips curled as she whirled and shouted at him.<br><br>"Because I am no ordinary man," he answered as he inched closer and licked his lips lecherously while letting his eyes roam her shamelessly, "I am the greatest pirate to ever sail and I've come to take a treasure so precious and rare that my name will live forever on the lips of all who brave the sea.&nbsp; I've come for what no man, be he mortal or god had been able to beg, steal, or take yet.&nbsp; I'm here to tame the mistress of the very tides themselves and make you <em>mine and mine alone.</em>"<br><br><hr><br>Paige set the candle holder on one of the tables and considered the squirming mermaid before him.&nbsp; Slowly he knelt down on one knee and reached out to run his fingers through her damp hair.&nbsp; His pretty face was soft but his eyes were hard and he let the silence drag out without speaking.&nbsp; Instead he touched her, his other hand moving to her cheek and down to that slender neck where he traced the edge of her gill.<br><br>His voice was quiet when he spoke, but it was the dangerously soft tone of cold anger.&nbsp; "You fell..." he echoed, "Zen... What will it take to make you realize that you can't get away?&nbsp; Look at you... helpless and drying out already...&nbsp; Or is that the whole point?&nbsp; Trying to beach yourself and get away from me that way are you?&nbsp; You're too valuable to let go Zen, but I think I've been much too lenient with you..."<br><br>Then his hand in her hair curled to gather a fistful of hair and yank her head back as his other finger slipped under the flap of skin to brush the soft and tender flesh it was intended to protect.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:20:20</strong>
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				Gabriel was upon the catgirl before he knew it, not even noticing her tumble until her tail was up in the air, flailing wildly.&nbsp; He had her, finally, there was no stopping now.&nbsp; She couldn't run from him, he knew.&nbsp; Somehow, he just knew that there was no way she could escape.&nbsp; He could follow her anywhere in the house, and she couldn't leave.&nbsp; There were no obstacles to him, not anymore.<br><br>As he was thinking, he was reaching out, and he saw his arms begin to fade and grow more and more transparent.&nbsp; Suddenly very worried, Gabe moved quickly, reaching out for Rebekah only to have his hands pass through her with no resistance.&nbsp; "No!!" He shouted suddenly, waving his arms around, and his heart sank as he was unable to get a grip on the object of his fantasies.&nbsp; Anger swelled in him, and he screamed in frustration.<br><br>As his voice echoed in the long hallway, he took hold of her upper arms without even thinking.&nbsp; Giving her a hard shove, he pinned her to the ground before he&nbsp; realized what he had done.&nbsp; "How...?"&nbsp; Gabe wasn't sure what had allowed him to take hold of her, but the more he questioned it, the more it faded.&nbsp; As he stared down at her wonderingly, he began to feel a numbness spreading from the outside in, a coldness.&nbsp; Quickly, he grasped for the rage he had found and squeezed her tighter.<br><br>------------------------------<br><br>Michael scoffed at the angel, his arm muscles flexing before he threw her backwards into the post of a wide, low bed, with richly colored silks draped over the canopy.&nbsp; The djinn glided forward across the long rugs, delicately tassled on the ends and ornately patterned within.&nbsp; The glow that emanated from him illuminated the room, helped by several lanterns along the wall, but the darkness that wafted off of him seemed to want to swallow it all up.&nbsp; He was transforming still, it seemed, as his already dark skin shifted more and more into an ashy-smoky midnight blackness.&nbsp; "I will not release you, little bird... I have waited for <em>so long...</em>"<br><br>Michael felt the truth of that statement through everything, and his entire body seemed to tense with the agony and weight of it.&nbsp; He approached her slowly.&nbsp; "You have tormented me.&nbsp; You have teased me.&nbsp; I will see you screaming in agony before I release you, just as you have made me writhe and suffer these long years.&nbsp; You are mine," he said in his rumbling voice.&nbsp; His lips twisted into a wide, evil, malicious smile, and as he reached out to her, his hands began to glow more brightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 05:25:36</strong>
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				When he knelt before her, Zen slowly shifted her weight more onto one hip, tail coiling off to one side as she leaned on her hand. His touch, though dry, was not exactly unpleasant, and being that he was the overseer of her well-being she did well to at least tolerate his touch, and betimes even enjoy it - at least, until he spoke, and her insides twisted. She hadn't been trying to escape! She had the niggling feeling, rather, that she had been looking for someone, though she couldn't remember who and it certainly hadn't been him.<br><br>His hand curled in her hair to jerk back and she let out a formless cry of surprise, followed by another one of protest as she felt his finger slipping up into the soft slit of her gills. "Paige - Mr. Paige - I wasn't trying to get away, I swear! I was just... just looking for... that tank is so SMALL!" she finally cried out, and pressed her eyes closed, recalling sweeping vistas of an underwater paradise in which she'd swum freely in all directions, and sung to her heart's delight for her own amusement. <br><br>Despite her efforts, a tear seeped our from beneath one closed and glimmering lid, sliding across the high bone of her cheek and falling to the floor, where it hit with an audible tinkle even upon the carpet and bounced away. Somehow, the droplet had hardened to a diamond.<br><br><hr><br>Accustomed to flight though she was, it was always forward, upright, and very much under her own power. Taken by surprise, the angel flew back onto the bed with barely a sound of protest until she hit the post with a thud, and leaned back against it for support as he approached, a bit stunned. She was genuinely surprised by his refusal of her advances - and&nbsp; her eyes widened a little as he made his own.<br><br>"Yours? I am not yours, and never could be," she declared without a hint of pride. "I am a creature of he who is called I AM. For his sake you have felt torment, just as it was felt by His only begotten son - and now that you have, you can join with us, and find an eternity of love and peace instead of the terrible agonies of the nine hells!" The shine seemed to brighten upon her skin as she expounded upon the glories that would await him if he would only listen to what was right.<br><br>That smile though... were she a merely mortal girl, already she would be frightened, and searching for a way to avoid the weird glow of his dark hands. Instead she reached out for them, offering him her hands in guidance and acceptance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 19:08:21</strong>
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				Her teal eyes flared with annoyance and shock at his boldness, narrowing as he moved closer, so sure of himself, of her. She was not to be held by anyone, not tamed. Even the word of it, the thought made her silver glow flare out around her, dancing in distress. Her lips thinned at the way his eyes moved over her, so lusty and confident, he would get nothing from her. "You are mortal, you are a thief, not even a hunter to home I might give a boon as the Huntress. I have no need nor wish to tarry with you, you who think only of yourself!" She cried at him, Diana surfacing for a moment, her eyes wide and hurt, yes, his desires, his being with Rebekah were all selfish, were going with the flow and not caring about the girl who loved him so desperately. She felt her heart ache within her breast and suddenly did not think she could give way to him like she had planned, nor seduce him. No, better nothing at all. <br><br>She threw her hand in a dismissive gesture, turning her body away from him, rejecting him completely "I have not time to waste on you who would tame what never can be. Leave me." Her words were curt, spoken as she expected them to be obeyed. He would not take her, for he did not know her. Somehow, in the lingering mind of Diana within the goddess it hurt more, to know that it was not just Rebekah and love that kept him from her. He would desire the beautiful Rebekah, and try to tame the untouchable, blond Artemis. But of redheaded Diana, shy and too smart for easy, he did not desire. She left the open clearing of the fountain to trail away from it, escaping to the trees, to her forest haven. <br><br><hr><br>She let out a gasp as something move through her body, cold and prickling, it made her ears flatten and tail coil as she hissed at whatever it was, turning to look behind her. For a moment she didn't see anything, frowning at the empty air and then something caught the dim light as she saw the ghostly form of a male. Who was it? It wasn't the man she had come here with...that was...Kurt, right? No, this wasn't Kurt. <em>"No!!"</em> Rang out in her ears and she finally saw the figure in fool, a young man with messy blond hair and a fire in his eyes as anger raged through him.<br><br>Bekah shrank from him instinctively, backing away from him before he suddenly seized her arms in his vise like hold. She mewled in denial, struggling to get free from the punishing hold, he seemed afraid he would loose her if he didn't hold her tight enough to leave bruises. "Let me go!" she snapped at him, anger and fear flashing in equal parts in the amber of her eyes. He did then, shoving her had and she went sprawling back to the ground, wincing as her ass connected again, still sore from the first time. He was above her then, pinning her to the ground, his larger, stronger body over hers as she squirmed and whimpered, trying to get free, her cat ears flat against the mass of her hair. She was not happy at all. Her heels kicked against the hardwood floor and she let out a scream "HELP!"<br><br>Praying someone would come and save her from this mad man who was angry at her for no reason. She didn't even know who he was, just that he seemed bent on controlling her and she didn't like that. "Get off me!" she snapped at him, her nails lengthening and slashing at his midsection. Only he didn't bleed, his skin parted and then went back together again. Her eyes went wide, pupils large in fear and she trembled, closing her eyes and looking away from him. "No...no...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 20:00:17</strong>
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				"It's the biggest tank I could find," he answered, "And you'd best just get used to it.&nbsp; You're mine now and that's that."&nbsp; It felt... oddly good to say that, to admit that he wanted her...&nbsp; Paige frowned at the thought, wanted... he had her didn't he?&nbsp; Then the soft patter of her tear caught his attention and distracted him.&nbsp; He let go of her neck to reach down and pluck the stone from the floor and lift it up to gaze at in the light before slipping it in his pocket as a cold and dark smile spread across his lips and face and a gleam lit his eyes from within.<br><br>"You know, maybe I've been going about this all wrong.&nbsp; Maybe instead of making you sing I should just see how much treasure I can squeeze out of you..."&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br>Kurt smirked and kept moving slowly forward as Artemis spoke.&nbsp; When she waved dismissively and turned to walk away he laughed.&nbsp; She truly expected him to simply turn and leave like some lapdog?&nbsp; Something bristled inside.&nbsp; He was so tired of obeying.&nbsp; No, that wasn't right, he never obeyed anyone but his own heart, he was a pirate... a hard life but a free one.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaking his head he saw that she was slipping into the trees and he lept forward, vaulting over the edge of the fountain and pushing forward to catch up with her until his left hand could clasp her shoulder and spin her back to face him while he lifted his cutlass to lay against her slender neck.<br><br>"I didn't come to ask you for a boon or anything else," he told her, "You think you're so high and mighty... looking down on me and judging me?&nbsp; Sneering at me for being part of the crew?&nbsp; Calling me selfish for not wanting to be bitter and hurt and lonely like you are?"<br><br>The words made he pause.&nbsp; They and the feeling of resentment that fueled them felt right but they seemed out of place.&nbsp; He shook his head and smiled as he let his gaze flicker down to her soft figure.<br><br>"Well, neither of us is going to be lonely tonight," he added with a wicked grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 20:44:41</strong>
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				The brilliant white light of the angel before Michael made him grimace and narrow his eyes further.&nbsp; His large hands clenched into dark fists, the orange-red aura surrounding them flaring brighter with his anger.&nbsp; Heat was radiating off of him, and the fire in his eyes glowed white-hot.&nbsp; "How dare you proselytize me, pigeon of God!&nbsp; Subsisting on his mercies!"&nbsp; His voice raged, booming in the confined area of the bedroom, and her total lack of reaction drove him mad.<br><br>Michael took hold of her again by her upper arms, shaking her faintly as he continued to rant.&nbsp; "You are <em>mine!</em>"&nbsp; She truly was his, he knew... Somehow.&nbsp; But why would an angel belong to a djinn, he wondered.&nbsp; Contradictions warred in his thoughts, and he cried out, almost howling.&nbsp; "You are mine!&nbsp; And I will not be denied!!"&nbsp; The wisps of thick black smoke that rose about him began to lengthen, twisting and joining in a slow, seductive dance that was completely at odds with the heaving rage of its master.&nbsp; His shadowy, muscular chest swelled as he watched her carefully, studying her, as if seeing her for the first time, and the tendrils of heavy darkness began to slide slowly along her calves and up her thighs.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now you shall feel the torment, time without end.&nbsp; Never again will you deny me," he said softly, his eyes hungry with desire soon to be sated.&nbsp; The smoke crept ever higher, caressing her hips and abdomen, wrapping her up slowly.&nbsp; Michael's hands pressed tighter into her arms, and the warmth of them flared searingly hot against her skin.<br><br><hr><br>Gabriel flinched instinctively when Rebekah swiped at him, shocked at the sudden appearance of the sharpened claws.&nbsp; He felt the slashing only faintly, though, and realization was quick.&nbsp; She couldn't hurt him.&nbsp; Nothing she could do would hurt him or get her away from him.&nbsp; He let out a throaty laugh, pushing her down hard against the wooden floor again and throwing his head back.&nbsp; His hair seemed to sway in the air almost as if her were underwater, moving softly even as he grinned down at her.&nbsp; "Hello, Rebekah.&nbsp; It's lovely to see you."<br><br>Even as he spoke the cloyingly false words, Gabriel noticed his fingers slipping through her, losing their grip.&nbsp; His anger was leaving him, the lack of any obstacle was leaving him with nothing to rage against.&nbsp; His face contorted in frustrated agony, and his touch left her, slipping through only to rest against the wood floor along with her.&nbsp; He was... inside her, somewhat.&nbsp; Phased.&nbsp; It was a very odd feeling, almost more invasive than what he had been about to do.&nbsp; "What in the... "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 21:13:13</strong>
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				His verbal outlashing did not seem to faze the bewinged young woman as she only stood straighter before the pillar that cornered the bed, hands slowly smoothing the shimmering gown. "His mercies and love are the finest sustenance ever have I known," she replied calmly; she was used, it seemed, to taking abuse from unbelievers, and those who did not truly understand the glories to be found in the service of the One True God.<br><br>"I am not yours, and I beseech you to better consider - an existence of genuine peace in the light of His love! Better than any torments, any... any..." she faltered, her unblemished brow drawing into furrows as the smoke twisted and moved, casting wyrding shadows around the room from the burning light he emanated, and creeping toward her like living things.<br><br>"I am not yours for the tormenting," she said softly, and closed her eyes; the sheen of her divinity-touched skin seemed to brighten, and for a moment seemed to grow cooler beneath his hand. But that burn was ever so hot, a dark passion combating with her pure calm, and it began to hurt her bare skin, making her eyes fly open in surprise. She was one of God's chosen, doing His work - should His power not have interceded by now? "Release me," she murmured in warning, and shifted, trying to draw her arms back out of his increasingly hot and painfully tight touch, feeling as if her skin might begin soon to sear with his contact.<br><br>The smoke swirled up around her, and she could feel it palpably, twining around her limbs beneath the gown, unnerving her. "Release me!"<br><br><hr><br>To have his hand draw away from her gill was a relief; it had not caused the sort of choking sensation that would have troubled a human woman, but it was quite uncomfortable, disconcerting to feel his fingers pushing against raw muscle. Opening her eyes to see why, though, and hearing his supposition made her wish that he had simply kept touching her.<br><br>"Oh no, Mr. Paige..." her head shook, dark locks brushing around her bare shoulders as she looked imploringly into his unsettlingly glittering eyes. She had heard stories and rumors of what her captor was capable of, and she'd never meant to drive him to considering any such cruelties against her - further cruelties beyond keeping her in a fishtank, instead of letting her return to her too-distant, beloved ocean. <br><br>"I'm not going anywhere, and I'll keep singing for you - I've always enjoyed singing. Your people do seem to enjoy it so, and... and I thought you liked it as well. I could even sing for you now, if you like, if you put me back in my tank?" To get back even into that too-small tank would be a relief, at this point, the itching was growing unbearable, and her webbed hands twitched with the desire to roll over and scrape her scaled body across the carpet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 04:30:31</strong>
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				She would have never expected him to move so fast, to dare so much as he came over the fountain and ran to her, taking hold of one slender shoulder and whirling her. Her skirts flared out as she turned to look at him, the teal of her eyes firing to an aquamarine color when he dared to press his sword against the hallow of her throat. "How...dare...you...." she bit out, her voice low and dangerous, like a tigress just before pouncing. His words filled her ears, that voice that had kept her up for so many nights flowing over her like a soothing balm, only it wasn't soothing, his high handed manner, his assumptions that she would simply give way to him. No! She was too different, too other to do so, he would never understand the magic that was in her very soul. <br><br>At his words that followed she arched a brow, her voice cutting through the air. "High? What could be more high then a Goddess? You dare much...I have no need for....." her voice trailed off when he accused her of being bitter and lonely, yes, she was. She was bitter, after being dismissed year after year simply for not living by the rules that governed other men, for being mocked for the power and intelligence she held. He had done nothing to shield her from that mocking either, falling in simply with his 'crew'. Hurt....she was hurt by all teasing, the dismissing, the price that came from being different, from being other. She had wanted him to look at her, to see the girl inside, and now that he was....she wanted him to go away, so far away and never return. Now that he saw her, he saw too much. <br><br>The way he looked at her made her lift her hand, trying to urge him to his cutlass away from such tender flesh. "Lonely? I am never lonely pirate man, my handmaidens are but a call away as are the beasts of the woods....what do you offer that is worth my time?" She clung to the haughty dismissive mood, to anything that would make the eventual rejection he would give easier. He would leave he, what did she have to hold his interest?<br><br><hr><br>Why couldn't she hurt him? Why couldn't she get him off? She screamed and kicked her heels against the floor, trying to push at his hold on her and then suddenly he seemed to be floating above her, passing through her. The way he grinned at her, the look in his eyes made her tremble and try to shy away, how could anyone look at her so intensely? When he said her name the sound of his voice made her shiver again. "W....who...are you?" She stuttered out, letting out a mewl of shock when his hand seemed to ghost through her. <br><br>"Get off me!" she lashed out again, knowing it wouldn't help, not really but doing something made her feel a little better. It felt so odd, and chilly, to have him pass through her body slightly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 19:27:01</strong>
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				Gabriel's body continued to phase through the catgirl, and the effect was disorienting to say the least.&nbsp; He could <em>feel</em> her, every tiny movement that she made, every tensing of her muscles, and he felt... cold.&nbsp; And afraid.&nbsp; "Get off me!" he shouted, looking down at her with a confused expression as she struggled.<br><br>But he hadn't said that.&nbsp; She had.&nbsp; Hadn't she?&nbsp; And what was he afraid of?&nbsp; Locking eyes with her, Gabriel saw it in her face.&nbsp; She was terrified, of course.&nbsp; It was her.&nbsp; <em>Her</em> feelings.&nbsp; Not his.<br><br>Gabriel's thoughts seemed to unravel as he submerged his mind into hers, leaning forward and entering her, completely.&nbsp; He could feel every inch of her body, so lithe and tense.&nbsp; <em>Oh my god...</em><br><br><hr><br>"Ahh... There we are," Michael spoke in a smug, rolling voice.&nbsp; "A bit of struggle, a bit of concern.&nbsp; Much better, I say."&nbsp; He looked as though he were going to burst into laughter at any moment, but he contained himself for the time being.&nbsp; Black wisps continued to thicken and twine about her, spiraling silently around her midsection and up her back.&nbsp; Gradually their feather-light caress grew firmer, tighter.<br><br>The djinn's burning hold on her arms only tightened as well.&nbsp; "Burn... You threatened me with hellfire for long enough, angel.&nbsp; Now you burn."&nbsp; He squeezed her hard, pressing his palm and fingers deeper into her skin, and even the air around them seemed to waver with the ambient heat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 21:05:28</strong>
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				"Oh you'll going to sing alright," Paige answered as his fingers returned to her body, trailing up across the smooth flesh of her belly to explore the soft curve of her breast's underside.&nbsp; His other hand twined in her luxurious hair, pulling at the roots as his grip grew tight and kept her from looking away from his face as he moved to tease the other breast's soft undercurve and then the valley between them.<br><br>"In fact, you're going to sing for me all night long," he promised as his fingers moved now to her nipple to brush it lightly and then suddenly close to grip it painfully tightly and twist it sharply as far as her plaint flesh would allow.<br><br><hr><br>"Oh yes," Kurt answered as he kept his sword steady despite her gentle press on his arm, "You have your maidens and beasts... but they cannot give you want I will."&nbsp; His hand on her shoulder held firm as he pressed his body nearer, forcing her back until the unyielding trunk of a tree pressed against her back and his body was suddenly pinning her there, warm and hard against her softer curves and pressing the swell of his manhood against her thigh through the layers of clothing that seemed suddenly much to flimsy to contain the physical manifestation of his lusty intentions.<br><br>"They can't give you what we both know you ache for deep inside..." he hissed as he leaned even closer, the cold sword nuzzling her neck as his lips pressed against her's in a hard and demanding kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 02:00:00</strong>
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				Shivers and chills wracked Bekah's body and she squirmed on the floor, trying to lash out at something above her, someone who knew her name, but wasn't really there. What was going on! She wanted Kurt! But...who was Kurt? Everything felt so confusing and her senses were on overload as she convulsed on the hardwood floor. She let out a frustrated sound and kicked up, realizing there was no resistance this time. Not questioning it, nor the chill that came over her body she flipped onto her hands and knees and flew to her feet, starting to run again, through the house. <br><br><em>Out, out out out out</em> she kept chanting the word over and over again in her head, as if by some will if she said it the right amount of times she really could get out, could be free. The hall ended up in another hallway and she took off down the left side of it, heading toward the door at the end, hoping it would lead out of the hell house she had found herself trapped in, her ears twitching to catch sounds. Her tail was raised, flicking through the air as she moved and absently she realized it helped her with her balance. For a dancer she had always been graceful, but now she had a feline grace that no one she had ever seen matched. A wonder about how well she could dance in this 'form' came ot her mind and she dismissed it ruthlessly. <br><br>This was a dream, it would be over soon.<br><br>She tugged open the door at the end of the hallway, it opened to reveal a opulently arranged bedroom, some sort of guest room, all in shades of red and amber. She moved through it, toward the door on the far end, hearing sounds on the other side. She tugged that open as well, only to see the ballroom in front of her eyes again. With a whimpering mewl she sank down to her knees and started crying, beyond frustration and overloaded with fear. <br><br><hr><br>He seemed so sure of himself, somehow she knew this was different from normal, had she met this pirate captain before? Maybe, she wasn't sure. Regardless she was not amused as he forced her back with his hand and the sword pressed against her neck. Her teal eyes gleamed with her anger as her silver aura flickered around her like a dangerous thing. She could blast him, turn him into a tree or a stag, she could...but for some reason she didn't. Even as she felt the bark of one of her trees press into the softness of her skin through her thin dress. Somehow it felt like a dream, to be suddenly helpless before a man, where before she had always been in charge, always been the one to say how and when things happened. <br><br>He was treating her like a normal woman. Why was that so odd? So exciting? Shouldn't she only want to be treated as a Goddess? Worshiped and obeyed? <br><br>Diana felt her throat work at the press of his arousal against her thigh, so thinly clad in the silk of her moonlight gown. She squirmed back against the tree, the rough scrape of the bark against her skin as he pressed into her only highligthing that she couldn't get away from him. "You think I...." her words cut off as he leaned in and took her lips in a kiss that overwhelmed every thought and protest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 19:31:50</strong>
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				"I have done you no harm!" she pointed out, distress flickering through normally calm and serene features as the palpable and twining smoke curled more and more up around her body, holding Gabrielle securely before the Djinn even if his hands were not upon her.<br><br>But they were - and they began, truly, to burn.<br><br>Her eyes widened at the heat of it; a mortal woman would already have been screaming as fingers and palms seared against her pale flesh, filling the air with an odd cooking scent - not that of porkmeat, as it would have been from a human, but a richer, sweeter scent, like that of a rare fowl, well-spiced and drizzled in a sweet sauce, roasting in an oven. Far worse was the sound of it, a soft and persistent sizzle of her skin, and she shifted, trying to tug back and aside.<br><br>"For the love of Him, stop this!" she pleaded, actually leaning forward to peer beseechingly into those strange and depthless eyes.<br><br><hr><br>Panting hoarsely now for lake of water, there was naught for the merwoman to do but gaze up at her captor, the corners of her oblong eyes crinkling from the strain of his hand twisted into her hair. This was not the first time he had laid hands upon Zen, but before it had been possessive, appreciative caresses, and little more.<br><br>Now there was the brush, and suddenly a jolt of pain that made her jaw drop open and a screaming note of song fly out - sharp, clear, pure, and backed with a wash of her power, sending the sensation of pain undercut with new fear shivering down his spine. It did not last, though, as her webbed hands flew up to clutch at his and her powerful tail gave a sudden and desperate lash.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 22:06:11</strong>
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				Micheal's inhuman eyes were wide with his excitement, and an evil grin twisted his features more and more.&nbsp; The sizzling hiss of his touch on Gabrielle's skin continued until he finally pulled his hands away, but the thick blackness emanating from him held her still.&nbsp; Two large handprints had been seared into her upper arms, just beneath the shoulder.&nbsp; Michael roared with laughter.<br><br>"It doesn't matter, Angel.&nbsp; Not even to Him," he chided in a mock-playful tone.&nbsp; He ran his fingers lightly along the line of the marks he had given her and continued.&nbsp; "See?&nbsp; The darkness can touch you.&nbsp; It can hold you.&nbsp; There is no escape, no deliverance."&nbsp; His touch moved higher over the curve of her shoulders, coming together near her neck and taking hold of the sheer material that crossed about her neck.&nbsp; The material singed slightly.&nbsp; "You are mine, now."<br><br><hr><br>Gabriel's muscles tensed, and he sprang to his feet, tail whicking side to side behind him.&nbsp; <em>Tail...?</em>&nbsp; It wasn't his tail, after all... He didn't even have any muscles, for that matter.&nbsp; He was truly within her now, inside of Rebekah's mind and body.&nbsp; He boggled at the thought as she bolted down the hall, trying so desperately to get away from him, when he was always right there with her.&nbsp; He could feel her body, working like mad to carry her as fast she could go.&nbsp; He could feel her fear, hear her voice.&nbsp; <em>Out out out out out out...</em><br><br>Gabriel watched everything as she darted down the hallways, turning into a massive bedroom and going straight to the door on the far wall.&nbsp; He knew before she even opened it; it was the ballroom.&nbsp; Gabe knew this section of the Winchester House better than any of them, and she was done.&nbsp; She would never find her way out.&nbsp; He laughed uproariously, a sound that echoed only in Rebekah's thoughts as she sank to her knees.<br><br>Her tears felt immensely satisfying to Gabriel, knowing that she knew very well how futile it was to fight any longer.&nbsp; But did she know just how close he was?&nbsp; <em>Oh, it's alright, little kitten.&nbsp; You're safe now,</em> he comforted her soothingly in their thoughts.&nbsp; <em>Go curl up on the bed; you need some rest...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 23:37:36</strong>
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				Kurt pressed the kiss harder against her lips, his hand moving up into her hair to grip a fistful of it and hold her in place as he tasted and explored her lips and the sweetness of her mouth slowly.&nbsp; And when he drew back, his hand remained in her hair, pulling her head back to force her neck to arch.&nbsp; The sword was lowered and his lips took up her neck in its place, kissing and then closing to bite down on the soft curve of flesh.<br><br><hr><br>Paige arched at the mermaid's scream.&nbsp; It was unearthly and not even listening to her singing had prepared him for the sheer weight of it.&nbsp; And so it was that his hands were already loosening when she grabbed at them to dislodge them from her hair and breast.&nbsp; And despite the slender grace of her form, her tail drew upon strong muscles.&nbsp; The blow caught him in the midsection and he wheezed as air left his lungs and the force of it sent he back from her, crashing into and knocking over another table before he landed gasping to regain his breath.<br><br>"You are... going to... scream...&nbsp; for that... bitch..." he snarled as he struggled to rise from where he'd landed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 07:47:05</strong>
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				Something inside her urged her to move from where she sat in the doorway, on her knees. It made sense, after all just sitting there would likely attract attention to the room, to herself. She mewled to herself, glancing fearfully into the ballroom, the occupants a bit scary. The girl moved back, pushing at the door to shut it again before turning to crawl across the floor. After all her running it felt better to crawl, at least for now. She didn't notice that the door hadn't shut all he way.<br><br>Rebekah did get to her feet about half way through the room, a bit disturbed that she would crawl. Shaking her head she made her way to the bed, curling up on the edge of it as she calmed herself down further, her eyes half shut. She could just sleep it off, this had to be a nightmare, so she could just sleep and then wake up and it would be over. Her tail curled over one slender thigh as she started to drift into sleep.<br><br><hr><br>Diana gasped into his lips, he seemed to think he could just plunder her mouth as he would a ship upon the water. And sadly she wasn't offering much of a struggle. When his fingers threaded through her hair and tightened in the silken strands, holding her head captive she whimpered, trembling between him and the tree as he kept her pinned. Her lips could only surrender to his demand, she wasn't sure what else to do as his tongue tasted so deeply of her mouth. <br><br>When the pirate finally pulled back she was panting softly, shaking with a fine quiver, her heart racing within her breast. With a soft cry at the yank on her hair her neck arched for him, along with part of her body, pressing her breasts into his chest even as he kissed and teased her sensitive neck. His teeth closed around her skin, biting down and earning a gasp of shock that melted into a breathless moan as she felt heat flush through her whole body. "..Ku...Kurt...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 17:17:12</strong>
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				It was a bit of a testament to how distraught and entirely out of her element Zen had become, that her desperate thrash had caught the man so squarely and sent him sailing - she'd only intended to give herself a big lurch, away from the pain his hands were forcing into her and toward the silent and waiting tank upon the stage. "Sweet Sedna..." she breathed, wide-eyed. "Mr. Paige, are you okay?"<br><br>But her concern was clearly too late, judging by the fury flashing in his eyes as he began to pick himself up, and she let out a quiet chitter of fear before rolling and beginning to lump forward along the floor, hands pulling her along, tail bunching and pushing hard to try to launch her toward the stage and the relative safety of the tank.<br><br><hr>Pain was a virtual unknown in the shining realms from which Gabrielle had descended to make plea with this dark creature, and her reaction to it was strange; rather than screaming, squirming, she began to simply gasp for breath after she pleaded with him to stop, and somehow the tears that sprung to her eyes as he seared the print of his hands black and crackling into his arms were not for the suffering she was undergoing. The way her eyes held his... they seemed to pity him.<br><br>Her gaze fell from his as he laughter, holding herself trembling yet still as his fingers traced the edges of those singed handprints. "It is for His sake to help and save you that He allows you to hold me," she said softly as his heated fingertips traced up her cloud-pale skin. "I am forever His - and if your give me this harm, it is because He willed it."<br><br>Wide eyes lifted once more as he took hold of the soft material of her gown; as if even that had been fashioned of something otherworldly, it was cool under his hot touch. "You can never take me from Him; but you can go to His grace with me, and even this He will forgive."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 02:28:37</strong>
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				Paige shook his head and growled at the merwoman's desperate effort to crawl away from him.&nbsp; She was moving faster than one might expect, but he was able to catch her after she pulled herself up onto the slightly raised stage.&nbsp; The tank and whatever safety it seemed to hold was within her reach when he lifted his foot and pressed it flat against her naked back.&nbsp; He didn't kick her, instead he shifted his weight to push her human half forward and settle his weight slowly between her shoulderblades to push her down onto the smooth waxed floor and pin her there.<br><br>"It's not like you can climb back in without help," he commented as he pushed the hard sole of his shoe into her back, "And I thought you hated being kept safe in your tank.&nbsp; You want to be free to swim the cold and lonely ocean with no one to hear your song but yourself don't you?&nbsp; Luring sailors in with your charms and then swimming away to leave them adrift or drowning."&nbsp; There was that weird sense of things being wrong and yet somehow also right as he spoke.&nbsp; But Mr. Paige shook it off and lifted his foot to roll her onto her back instead and glare down at her.<br><br>"You're so fucking gorgeous it hurts Zen," he said as his eyes roamed her face and bared breasts, "But you know that don't you?"<br><br><hr><br>She was shaking and moaning as Kurt worked his lips and teeth to darken her neck and make his mark upon her.&nbsp; The thin dress did little to block the sensation of her breasts rubbing against him, and his own open shirt bared his chest for them to press into.&nbsp; At last he lifted his mouth and blew across the hickey he'd made, pleased at how clearly it stood out against her skin.<br><br>"You liked that," he said as he pulled her hair to bring her face close to his own and gaze into her eyes, "You've been waiting a long time for a man with the balls to push past your divine aura and treat you like a woman haven't you?"<br><br>His hips pressed close, pressing his swollen shaft into her thigh as he ran his free hand slowly down her body, starting at the tender mark upon her neck and moving to squeeze her breast and then stroke the plane of her belly and at last cup her sex boldly through her thin dress.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 04:58:59</strong>
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				While Rebekah did as Gabriel suggested, he laughed to himself.&nbsp; She was really doing it.&nbsp; He may not have been able to take full control of her, but she was certainly suggestible enough.&nbsp; He began to wonder how he could take advantage of the situation, curling up on the bed and laying his tail across his thigh.&nbsp; <em>What?</em><br><br>It was happening again; his mind was slipping into hers.&nbsp; It seemed that as soon as he stopped thinking about it, he submerged into her consciousness.&nbsp; It was still extremely unsettling.&nbsp; Brushing it from his mind, he began pondering again.&nbsp; It was nice to be able to just lie there, with no struggle... He could really feel her, every inch of her feline body relaxed on the soft covers.&nbsp; Reaching out a little, he could feel how soft her skin was, how warm from the exertion of running, and he explored a little further.&nbsp; Gabriel wanted so badly to be able to move her limbs, to use her own hands to touch her, to explore every part of her gorgeous body.&nbsp; She had always been beautiful, but now... Always?&nbsp; When was always?&nbsp; Time seemed to stretch out beyond reckoning to Gabe, and he had trouble remembering... Remembering what, he wasn't sure.&nbsp; <br><br>Such a strange feeling, he thought, and shrugged it off as he returned his attention to the beautiful catgirl he was inhabiting.&nbsp; The image of her beautiful body sprawled out lazily across the bed, legs spread as she explored herself shamelessly played itself out in his mind, and he slipped further and further away from himself.<br><br><hr><br>The Djinn continued to grin as she denied him further, but he did not speak.&nbsp; His grip on the material of her ethereal gown tightened, and slowly his smile began to falter, becoming almost manic before every muscle in his upper body and arms seemed to tense and contract.&nbsp; The sheer cloth would not burn, no matter how hard he tried, darkening ever so slightly and nothing more.&nbsp; With a howling growl he ripped at it, trying to tear the offensive material away from his sight.&nbsp; His grin was gone, a furious, almost desperate look in its place.<br><br>"Why won't you suffer!?!&nbsp; I will break you!&nbsp; I swear it!&nbsp; You will beg me to have mercy on you, angel!"&nbsp; His chest heaved with maddened breaths, and the tendrils of smoke holding her tightened further, constricting around her.&nbsp; Red-orange flame hazed into solidity, dancing and flicking in a circle around her and growing rapidly.&nbsp; There was no mirth to be found on the Djinn's face.<br><br>Whereas the binds of smoke had moved as one so far, they instead began to move independent of each other now.&nbsp; Twisting and pulling, they began to urge her body to contort in increasingly unnatural positions, the glowing heat of the flames growing every moment.&nbsp; They began to pull at her neck and knees, and press at her lower back, forcing her to bend backwards as they caressed every curve of her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 18:11:25</strong>
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				Dimly she realized he was marking her, leaving his sign on her in a way so utterly primitive she should be upset. After all she was above hickey's wasn't she? In all her life she had never let a man leave such a mark, only allowing polite kisses at most, more often just holding hands. Always so proper, so composed, no man had ever dared this. Diana felt slightly appalled that she should be so weak within his arms, yet she couldn't help it. When his breath caressed over the wet, bruised flesh of her neck she shivered, yelping at he used her hair again to move her head. <br><br>Her teal eyes glittered brightly in the moonlight, her silver aura keeping them from being in darkness in the night. "I....might have liked it..." she conceded, despairing inside. This was not how it was suppose to be. She was suppose to be in charge with him, yet he had swept her and control away. Her throat worked nervously at his words, coarse though they were, about a man having the courage to treat her just like any other woman. Perhaps, perhaps that was true, but she...normally wasn't divine, just hidden away, shying from anyone who would see too deeply into the girl she was. Above others, odd, different, the Goddess of the Moon was lonely indeed and this pirate lord thought to end that. Why shouldn't she? Even if she wasn't in control she would still have him. <br><br>She felt the urgent press of his arousal against her thigh and felt a blush go to her cheeks at it. His had was bold, caressing her body, cupping and tightening around one pert breast. She shamed herself by whimpering at that moment, unable to help the sweet fire that filled her veins as he touched her so confidentially. When his hand touched at the apex of her legs, cupping the heat of her pussy in his hand she squirmed back against the tree, eyes flashing, but with passion instead of anger and she whimpered again, a sweet low sound as she shook her head "St...stop!" This was too dangerous.<br><br><hr><br>She shifted on the bed, her eyes still half shut but a strange sort of heat seemed to steal through her bones, making her flustered and uneasy as she lay on the bed. Her cheeks fired with a blush as she felt her sex come alive suddenly, damp and hot and she pressed her legs further together to try and stop it. Such strange thoughts....her hands, caressing her own body, touching herself. Rebekah shook her head and mewled, rolling onto her back in the center of the large bed as she stared up at the ceiling and tried to forget the thoughts that filled her so suddenly. Since when had she been so...aroused? So sexual? Normally she liked sex well enough but it wasn't all that bit of a deal....<br><br>Only now it felt like she needed it. She felt confined in her skin, her sex throbbing, aching for touch and she mewled in frustration, torn between what she sensed her body needed and the fact that it had to be a little shameful at least. After all she wasn't in her own home she was...was somewhere. Yet the urges wouldn't go away, whispering in her ear, the image of her legs parted as her hand dipped into the folds of her sex to caress and assuage the burning heat that had so suddenly taken her could not go away. She bit down on her lip, noticing briefly at her eye teeth were longer then normal...like kitty fangs. <br><br>With a frustrated sigh she lifted her hands to cup her breasts, tender and full, encased in the gold of her part outfit. She nearly moaned at how good it felt to have that touch, her hands soft as her fingers stroked over the full mounds, her eyes fluttering shut as her head tilted back. Finally daring something her fingers dipped into the neckline of her costume, finding the hardening buds of her nipples and plucking at them, making herself shiver and whimper in need as the fire within her only burned hotter for the pleasure she ached to have. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 19:12:37</strong>
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				Once already the dark Djinn had tried to damage the cloth of her diaphanous gown; it had been his only success, before the magic that gripped them had truly taken hold, and the evidence was still there in that single singed fingerprint by her neck, a shadow of the damage he had done to her upper arms. Now though, the cloth resisted him as surely as she did with the force of will that was her faith in the Lord above.<br><br>Where he could not tear away the gown, however, he could move her within it; twisting minutely, she quickly discovered that the unlikely strength of the smokey tendrils was every bit as unbreakable as the cloth upon her form, and slowly but surely she was shifted and bent by them. A little to one side, they tugged her neck backward, and supported her lower back forward and up, dragging her into a gymnastic arch before the Djinn, until she could not see him. Her golden curls puddled upon the floor beneath her head, and she could see the floorboards dimly through the smoke that seemed to carpet the room, and the fireplace to one side, the bed to the other.<br><br>"It is not your mercy I would desire," she rasped out, her voice strained by the unnatural position and the pressure of the tendril there. "Only He can truly condemn us or release us from our suffering - he can release you from yours, if only you will stop this and join with me!"<br><br><hr><br>His shoe was hard and heavy upon her back, making her chitter out a soft, unhappy hiss. Despite his weight, her hands reached out, scratching a slow, shallow set of furrows into the waxy surface of the stage as she tried once more to drag herself forward, toward the tank. She did hate it, and longed desperately to have her ocean back, but even this little bit of water was better than being trapped in the dry.<br><br>Abruptly she was flipped, the orange and golden of her scales flashing in the stagelight like a spill of precious stones and glitter, and she stared up at him as best she could. Her breasts rose and fell quickly with the hard, fast breaths that had her gills fluttering upon the side of her neck, and her arms lifted, webbed hands spreading beseechingly. "I don't mean to hurt you, Mr. Paige - I've never wanted that."<br><br>One hand fell upon his leg just above the knee, her pretty, cold face twisting with the fighting fear and sorrow and mournful longing for her rightful home... a tear began to well up in her eye, and she blinked quickly, dashing it away; by the time it tumbled from her skin to the floor, it clicked faintly upon the stage, wetness already solidified to tiny diamond bits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 20:51:34</strong>
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				The feeling was indescribable to Gabe, as Rebekah slowly gave in to the desire he had stoked within the corners of her mind.&nbsp; Her skin was so warm under her touch.&nbsp; The sharpness of her fangs caught him off guard as she bit her lip, and he felt compelled to gasp and squirm a little on the bed.&nbsp; Of course he couldn't, as he had no body to move; it was so incredibly unnerving.<br><br>If the sudden jolt of unexpected pain had loosened his connection to her, it didn't seem to have affected the catgirl.&nbsp; She continued, her hands beginning to explore further, one reaching under her top to find and cup her soft breast.&nbsp; <em>Oh my god, yes... finally!</em> Gabriel thought as her fingers took hold of her nipple and squeezed, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.&nbsp; He reveled in it.&nbsp; <em>Finally!</em>&nbsp; As the sensations of being inside her became more and more intense, it was the only thought that remained unbroken to him.&nbsp; Everything else was her, and he was very aware of the heat between her legs, and how she was trying very hard to stifle it.<br><br>Gabriel imagined her reaching down, parting her legs wide as she shamelessly brushed her fingers along her dampened folds in a languid motion.&nbsp; <em>It's alright,</em> he thought, trying to reassure her.&nbsp; He could sense the anxiety, the self-consciousness, the worry of being out of place.&nbsp; <em>Safe... There is no one here... You're all alone, little kitten.&nbsp; Don't you want to play?</em><br><br><hr><br>The Djinn glided in closer to her as the smoky tendrils tightened and twisted her into an exaggerated arch.&nbsp; His long, wispy black hair waved softly.&nbsp; "I will join with you, angel.&nbsp; I assure you of that.&nbsp; I will ruin you, and I will show you that even an <em>angel</em> can be forsaken."&nbsp; He spat the words.&nbsp; Her impossibly long hair, still shining pure and golden even as the smoke and the fire drew in closer, made a shiver run up his torso, and he fumed for moment before exploding in rage.&nbsp; His dark, brawny arms reached around her, and each hand took a fistful of the dazzling golden locks and pulled.&nbsp; "I will ruin you, I swear it!&nbsp; If your hair will not burn, then I will rip it from your head!"<br><br>The circling flames roared to new life, glowing brighter, nearly white-hot.&nbsp; The Djinn howled in anger and yanked madly at her hair.&nbsp; The effort pulled her closer to him, and he arched his body forward for more leverage.&nbsp; The tight fingers of unearthly smoke began to pull at her legs, parting them slowly, as others began to push at her back, thrusting her chest out and up even as he pulled her head downwards.&nbsp; Her arching posture was pushed further and further, far beyond the point where a mortal body would have snapped and broken.&nbsp; The Djinn only growled and pulled, desperate for some hint of pain from the angel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 01:09:26</strong>
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				"Stop?" Kurt answered her with a bemused tone.&nbsp; His hand squeezed her pussy, the warmth of it plain through the thin fabric of her dress.&nbsp; "If you want me to stop," he said as he fondled her with slow firm squeezes and rolled his hips to grind his length against her thigh, "You're going to have to call upon your powers and stop me."<br><br>He let go of her hair then and reached to lift his cutlass once more, dragging the tip of it down her skin starting at her neck and then down the valley of her cleavage and back up to nudge the soft underside of her chin and lift it.<br><br>"Strip for me," he demanded.<br><br><hr><br>Paige looked down and slowly lowered himself to the floor, the leg she was gripping bending to leave that foot planted as his other knee came to rest on the stage.&nbsp; He stroked her hand as his other reached out to pick up the newly minted diamond and lift it to sparkle in the light.&nbsp; With a dangerous smile he dropped it into his pocket and reached to stroke her cheek.<br><br>"I'm going to make earrings out of your tears," he said softly as his fingers moved to rub one unbroken lobe, "And you will wear them to remind you who you belong to.&nbsp; I've wanted you for a long time Zen, and I'm a man who gets what he wants."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 02:55:44</strong>
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				When her teeth nicked her own lip Bekah found herself gasping softly and squirming in place on the bed, her body throbbing for the slight prick of pained pleasure. How...strange. She worried her lower lip then, shivering as her hands toyed with her own breasts; they had never felt this good, this tender under...Kurt's hands. Wait, who was Kurt? Annoyed the cat girl dismissed the thoughts, focusing on her breasts, the skin so softly as her fingertips ghosted along around it, teasing and plucking at her nipple, something that was all too easy to do in her scanty outfit. <br><br><em>Lower....where it aches...</em> The thought stole into her mind and she shivered and parted her legs, relaxing slowly back onto the bed with uneven breathes even as her fingers stole between her legs. The short hem of her sheer dress rode upward, leaving only the small barrier of her thin panties. So easily overpassed and then her fingers were stroking slightly at the outmost lips of her sex and she moaned out in delight before it turned into a deep, delighted purr. Oh, fuck, it was amazing. She wanted to play, to touch, more and thoughts of where she was, of fear and panic melted away as her fingers dipped into the swollen, desire slicked folds of her pussy, soothing herself so easily. Rebekah let the pleasure swallow her up as she squirmed beneath her own hand, the other one still teasing and plucking at her nipples. <br><br>"Oh...oh...." she purred out, a golden and chestnut feline woman withering upon the counterpane of the bedspread.<br><br><hr><br>Artemis gasped in shock when the pirate cupped her pussy, squeezing the tender flesh through the thin fabric of her chiton, outrage flying into her eyes. "How dare...." she hissed, his deep voice rolling right over her own objections, whimpers building in the back of her throat that she would not release as the sure and deft fondling of her most intimate parts. "I don't need my powers vermin!" she spat at him even as his cutlass trailed up and down the naked expanse of her skin. <br><br>His order simply made the oceanic color of her eyes, darken and deepen with challenge, defiance and she did call her powers around herself then, melting backward into the tree, becoming one with it and flowing through it to speed away from him. She was the trees that swayed softly in the night air, the air that laughed as it swirled around him mockingly, the stars flung out in the sky. The redhead gave herself to nature and laugh, and it came from the whisper through the trees, the fall of the fountain "Foolish mortal....you realize you will have to up your game to subdue a goddess no?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wicked Desires [Bliss &amp; Amberg &amp; Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 18:03:18</strong>
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				The smokey tendrils bent and twisted the angelic creature's form into a backward arching shape that would have been pur agony, if not back-breaking, for a mortal. Beyond that, the Dinn arched over her, his heated hands twining into her locks to twist and pull at them; yet for all his strength they would not tear free of her scalp, remaining as firmly implanted as if they were fused to her there - nor did the cool, golden strands break.<br><br>"You cannot ruin me," she said in a startlingly calm voice, given her situation - but was there not a hint of strain threading through it? "I am already His, and will remain so despite your troubles. You see the serenity granted in His love? You could feel it too!" Even as she gently exhorted him, she felt her legs being draw inexorably wider - and while she did not seem afraid, was it not true that her bosom rose and fell faster as he growled?<br><br><hr><br>As Mr. Paige lowered himself, his weight shifted all the harder onto the foot pressing her chest - compressing it, making her wheeze painfully before he rested back upon his knee. She did not need to follow his hand to know what it was he was picking up, but she did look - the tears of a mermaid were ever a precious thing, not to be wasted by her kind or his own.<br><br>Through the soft tab of flesh that was her earlobe, he could likely feel how she trembled. Even that skin felt odd, bordering on spongey, but growing a little raspy as she further dried, out of her natural element. "You already have me," she pointed out quietly, and one hand released his leg to reach up toward his face. Webbed fingers spread, a fingertip touching his jaw, and her tongue (too long by far for a human, and not the flattened shape; rounder, and a darker orangey-red like the color of the scales that patterned her skin. "Please... that tank is so small, and everything is so... so dry," she pleaded, trying to explain her wandering.
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