Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)
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				Title: <strong>Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>16-05-2015, 20:08:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><hr>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br>Club: Nocturne<br><hr><br>In the five unfamiliar blocks between the Metro stop and the front of Nocturne, Mare walks with her hands folded over her closed leather jacket, her leather boots beating a steady tattoo against the sounds of the city... engines buzzing alive with acceleration, the droning hum of fluorescent streetlamps, the thudding of muffled hip-hop, hammered words that fade in and out of reality as a car closes and departs.&nbsp; A huddle of figures waits at the end of the block, flocking in conversation to a corner store's front.&nbsp; She passes without incident, barely a look.&nbsp; No doubt because of her hair, her size, her age.&nbsp; She doesn't fit this walk.<br><br>The homeless on this end of town aren't panhandling... they're staking claims on their sleeping spots for the night, so they leave her alone.&nbsp; One raises his head as she passes, his eyes shining and sharp from his cardboard mat.&nbsp; He meets her gaze, she meets it back.&nbsp; There might have been a mutual recognition... something in her loneliness recognizing his isolation, or there might have just been a moment of surprise at her presence.&nbsp; All in all, it culminated in a sharp twist of discomfort in her... <i>the wolf</i> must half felt it, and raised <i>its</i> hackles, because the man snapped his gaze away not in shame, but in fear.<br><br>The beast had been near the surface for so long... the Xanax usually kept <em>it </em>at bay in public.&nbsp; That, or the Ativan.&nbsp; If that wasn't available, good old valium would do it... but lately, since Owen... <em>it </em>wouldn't be satisfied, it wouldn't be sedated.&nbsp; <em>It </em>was ready to hunt, to feed, to mate-- with or without her approval.&nbsp; The half-hour metro ride, and the fifteen minute walk-- those were allowed to Mare by <i>it</i> because, deep inside her heart, <em>it </em>was at least distracted by the unfamiliar terrain, the prospect that she might be finally doing what <em>it </em>wanted... getting them both closer to a kill.<br><br>She could tell by the increase in lighting, the crowded parked cars and the quality of their imported paint-jobs, that she was in the right place, and when she matched the streetsign names, she let out a sigh of fear and anxiety.&nbsp; In her short life, her teenage years of opportune rebellion and self-exploration behind her, she had never been to anything at all like this place-- not for fun, not for ceremony.&nbsp; The <i>condition</i> required too much care.&nbsp; Isolation.&nbsp; Steel doors.&nbsp; Black-out windows.&nbsp; &nbsp;An iron cage... <br><br>Silver locks.<br><br>Velvet ropes guided the gaggle on the street.&nbsp; Self-consciously, she paused-- in her worn-out leather jacket, her torn-kneed jeans, and her calf-high boots, she was under-dressed to the point it might make a scene.&nbsp; But the words of warning drove her on, it seemed... it was easy to recall, and the wound on her shoulder still itched furiously.&nbsp; It had scabbed over, healed without a stitch, of course... what should have been weeks took place in a couple nights' rest.<br><br>She found a place in the back of the line.&nbsp; She could make out a silhouette of an attendant, or bouncer, or whatever they were called... somebody, like everyone else, dressed much nicer than her.&nbsp; In a noble effort to look confident, she arched her back a bit, unzipped her leather jacket.&nbsp; The sequined top underneath was the closest thing to 'club-wear' she had... it once fit her pre-pubescent self in a modest fashion... but now she was grown, in more ways than one, and the loose material was tight over her breasts and tugged up from her waist, flirtatiously revealing the trim ridges of her abdomen, the bold shadowy curves where the thrift-store jeans hung low on her hips.<br><br>After a few indecisive moments, Marie-Eve made her way to the main entrance, where a few guests make their way, one-by-one, past the velvet ropes.&nbsp; Her leather jacket hung loosely from her thin shoulders as she fished into the pocket of her jeans, twisting her tight form to reach the wad of mixed bills she has.&nbsp; She'd seen credit cards swiped... she could have brought hers-- a meager credit union debit card, devoid of flash or prestige-- but she had decided against it.&nbsp; They were her pockets' only contents, aside from a couple of apartment keys and a pre-paid flip-phone, and her license-- a thing she never used to actually drive, really, but she'd once been proud to earn and carry as a mark of growing up.&nbsp; She'd recently had her first five-year renewal, and she could legally drink... not that she did, except rarely, and alone.<br><br>She approached the attendant's booth, one thread of silvery hair falling across her face as she&nbsp; counted over the wrinkled bills.&nbsp; She placed a few on the counter.&nbsp; "One night, please," she said softly, her license beside the bills on the windowsill in front of Angelica.&nbsp; She remained stoic, but she could feel that she was somehow fundamentally different than the others here in the foyer who came and left so casually.&nbsp; <br><br>She hoped that she didn't hurt anyone tonight.<br><br>Mare opens the door just as the crowd's collective voices rise, their muffled cheers becoming a full chorus mingled with the heavy tones and harmonic buzz in a moment.&nbsp; The crowd's exuberance seems lost on her, but the distraction is welcomed... her entrance goes unnoticed by most of the revelers, even the singles looking for others going solo.&nbsp; The surge of adrenaline at the music is still muted by her regular breathing and the numbing load of sedatives in her bloodstream... enough to tranq a horse to the ground, but barely enough to keep her mellow.<br><br>She moves through the room to the bar easily, her silvery-blonde hair the only thing to stand out from the crowd just yet.&nbsp; She certainly doesn't have the "runway walk" of a girl looking for attention, but she manages to look feminine enough with her natural swagger.&nbsp; There's a gentle roll in her hips, a sturdiness in her posture... half-cowboy, half big-cat.<br><br>She asks for a domestic beer, her hands splayed in front of her on the bar top.&nbsp; She glances over her shoulder, studying the crowd for a moment between picking out the empty tables and booths.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>17-05-2015, 01:01:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/30mwxg7.png)</div><hr>Tobias, Owner of Nocturne<br>Walking the perimeter<br><hr><br>Tobias was in a very good mood. This was the third anniversary for Nocturne, three years had passed since it opened. During the entire first year, he had feared that the secret that they held out in the open - namely, that the place was <em>actually</em> a den of vampires, and not just a club full of people <em>pretending</em> to be vampires - would be exposed, and he and the others would be on the run again. It wasn't a part of his life that he wanted to repeat, as he'd done it many times over the years. But now, it seemed clear that the ruse was working, the club was a success, and despite the vampires' selective and careful feeding, nobody had figured out the secret. Well, almost nobody - nobody who would go calling the police or monster hunters, in any case. <br><br>6'3" tall and built like a quarterback, dressed in a dark casual suit that spoke of both style and money, he turned many faces on the floors of Nocturne, both female and male. He was never quite able to blend into the background, as he gave off a sense of absolute, self-contained control that he had developed over centuries of life. He knew who he was, and made it plain to any who cared to look. <br><br>Tonight was anything but an ordinary night at Nocturne, though. It was <em>special</em>. New advertising was bringing the club up to near its full capacity. Both dance floors were active, the more hardcore elements downstairs were nearly full, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. As he walked among them, as he often did, he felt their energy, their excitement, their lust. He didn't feel a need to drink tonight - he was well-sustained at the moment, and could hold off for years if necessary. But he did need to make sure that the club was running smoothly. <br><br>He had the look of someone who wasn't there for entertainment, and many people figured out quickly that he was either the owner, or a devoted manager. he answered questions, settled complaints, and made sure that unhappy guests had an opportunity to enjoy their evening in one way or another. He pushed, pulled, prodded, coaxed, and comforted guests, being part host, part customer service, and part pimp. And, as always, he looked for trouble that even the bouncers couldn't contain and control. <br><br>Tonight, he felt that feeling - the feeling that there was some <em>other</em> in the club, someone who was neither quite human nor vampire... and was not happy. Someone for whom enough stress could turn to violence... a level of violence that could topple Tobias's house of cards, if it got out. It took him two orbits of the club's floors, reaching out with his senses, before he finally spotted Marie-Eve. He wasn't sure what she was yet... but she had the feeling of a ticking time bomb, someone who could blow up at any minute. <br><br>He worked his way back through the club, continuing to stop for brief exchanges with customers who wanted his attention, until he ended up next to the small booth that Marie-Eve was occupying. He paused, leaned over the table so that his face was close to hers. "You don't seem to be enjoying yourself," he said loudly, loud enough to be heard by her over the music, but not so loud that anyone else would hear. "Is there anything I can do to help?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>17-05-2015, 03:56:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><hr>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br>Club: Nocturne, bar, front dance hall<br><hr><br>The strange man's presence is impressive enough, and it's impossible not to notice him among the others, gliding almost effortlessly from a couple here, a loner there, a shy girl here... <em>he's spinning them like tops</em>, she thinks.&nbsp; It fringes on the surreal.&nbsp; And among them-- the crowd-- there are others like him, those that stand out.&nbsp; At first, it's easy to dismiss as simple attraction.&nbsp; He has all the physical features that the crowd craves, the right build, the right flash.&nbsp; A few of the others as well, like they were cutouts from music videos, walking in all the right light, catching the right filter.&nbsp; But there was no filter here... still, there's a vague haze made of the electric cacophony of lights, music, fancy drinks, expensive fabrics and makeup.<br><br>The man stands out for some other reason... something that touches a nerve of primal awareness, makes her tense inside like a coiling spring.&nbsp; The others, and him-- they're the dark ones, she can sense it.&nbsp; Something in her ancestral memory, perhaps?&nbsp; A time when the old woods were their haven and ban, when they lurked in the forests and nipped away what sheep they could.&nbsp; In that physical <i>knowing</i>, in that instinct, she has the only training of being one of her kind.&nbsp; Only what she was born with... an out-of-control beast in her heart that knows its prey and knows its old enemies.<br><br>Is this what she was sent for?&nbsp; Is she to be fed to these strange, beautiful beings of unmoving hearts and too-beautiful flesh?<br><br>She drinks her beer, focuses on the dancing as if she is looking for someone, when in fact she is trying <i>not</i> to see what's there.&nbsp; She feels him approach, wonders if he senses the same about her.&nbsp; When he speaks, the thick, dark voice of a man and something else speaking in harmony, she glances up to meet his gaze, and her flashing eyes are bright, nervous, betraying the stillness she can force on her body despite the warmth spreading in her lower belly.<br><br>Studying his jawline, his collar, anything but to look into his eyes, she tries to guess what to say next.&nbsp; "I'm fine," she lies easily, "thank you."&nbsp; She drinks again, the beer helping her suddenly-dry mouth-- a faint glitter of sweat on her brow, a surge of damp lower down.&nbsp; <i>It won't wait for long,</i> she realizes, and the rush of hormones and adrenaline mix into a fierce concoction in her veins.&nbsp; She sweeps her ash-colored hair from her forehead and notices the tips are the slightest bit damp, realizes her breasts, under her bra, are heaving just a bit, causing her cleavage to swell and contract with heated breath.<br><br>She thinks of a brick wall, thinks of a bubbling fountain.&nbsp; Thinks of anything still and peaceful and absent of sleek, pale skin and urging muscles, pulsing veins and smooth, needed friction.&nbsp; <i>They are everywhere</i>, she realizes.&nbsp; <i>It's too late.&nbsp; The way out is through.</i><br><br>She meets his eyes now, hunger, fear burning there.&nbsp; Less fear of what is without than what is within.&nbsp; A surge of arousal, and she feels her muscles try to elongate, her teeth feeling sharper.&nbsp; She fights it back with the fountain again, the cool mist on a summer day... <i>uh oh... hard not to think of how that fountain would feel on hot skin, isn't it..?</i>&nbsp; "I need... is... there somewhere private we can talk," her words begin coming faster, a landslide of verbiage to make sense of it, to keep the beast from its needs.&nbsp; "Someone found me..." <i>hunted me down, could have killed me, spared me for fuck knows why...</i> "Out there, said, I had to meet the owners here, or the proprietors, I don't know... said this is 'their place'... said that I had no choice, cause there wasn't any help for me if I didn't come here."<br><br>She shuts herself up with a quick swig of beer, unable to break eye contact.&nbsp; The bottle goes empty between her lips, alcohol in her veins with the tranqs trying to sooth nerve endings, slow the synapses... failing against the red tide of <i>it</i>.&nbsp; "I shouldn't be out here with these people."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>17-05-2015, 21:34:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/30mwxg7.png)</div><hr>Tobias, Owner of Nocturne<br>Leading Marie-Eve<br><hr><br>Tobias watched the conflicting emotions going through Marie-Eve's face, and was relieved when she agreed to go somewhere more private - she was definitely on the edge of a breakdown... or an explosion. He beckoned for Marie to come, and once she stood and got close enough, he placed his hand firmly on the back of her neck, and started taking her to another part of the club - more of a sense of <em>driving</em> her than <em>leading</em> her. <br><br>Once they reached the elevator at the back of the club, Tobias considered for a moment. <em>Would it be wise to take her through the BDSM floor? That could have some very unpleasant consequences.</em> So when the elevator arrived, he pressed a button at the bottom of the short list of floors, marked H. The elevator slid smoothly down, and finally opened to a hallway that looked as much like a dormitory as a business hall. He walked her through several twists and turns, before releasing her as they reached a door on the far end of the halls. He unlocked the door, and gestured inward. "Go in and sit down on the couch." <br><br>It was not an invitation, so much as a command. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>18-05-2015, 01:14:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><hr>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br>Below Nocturne: floor H, private office<br><hr><br>Mare's skin feels unnaturally hot to Tobias' touch, like a day's sunburn is emerging, despite the healthy golden glow of her skin.&nbsp; Her face stays inclined, avoiding eye contact and walking with a meandering sway that causes her neck to tug lazily as if to test his grip, though she makes no attempt to break free.&nbsp; <br><br>She seems docile, tranquilized.&nbsp; Then, with no awareness of what dangerous waters she treads, a young woman in a red and white latex corset leans too close, her perfect smoke-blue made-up eyes flitting over Mare's casual, college-town jeans and club top, measuring up her leather jacket and finding it insufficient to warrant a fetish lifestyle.&nbsp; The girl's pulse rises, and Mare can smell the endorphine response, and can feel the girl lean out from her barstool into their path, flashing white-spiral lenses and fuck-me eyes at Tobias to attempt to snag him away from 'wharf-rat' Mare in a simple gesture of wanton sexuality.<br><br>Mare senses it all, and Tobias feels her muscles twitching in anticipation, the lean span of her upper shoulders tensing for the kill.<br><br>The girl at the bar licks a glisten of high-class, blue-gin martini from her bee-stung lip, rubs it with her thumb-- and Mare lunges.&nbsp; With his preternatural strength, Tobias can prevent her from reaching the blue-haired heroin-chic model, and Mare seems to sense it.&nbsp; So she doesn't test the leash, really-- just flinches enough that her beast flashes its fangs, and the young woman startles so visibly that she drops her martini with a clatter onto the bartop, spattering her herself with the cold kiss of chilled alcohol.&nbsp; The bartender missed the silent, brief exchange, and as such he is quick to smooth it over... but they're gone by then.<br><br>During the elevator ride, Tobias can smell her pheremones.&nbsp; To his keen senses, she smells primal and clean, like a rare infused oil from an old tomb.&nbsp; Her breath is more rapid than it should be, and he can smell that she's vigorously aroused, whether for fight, flight, or fuck, it's hard to say.&nbsp; She doesn't meet his eyes... she simply stares at the floor, breathing, forcing control as she pictures the fountain, the garden.&nbsp; Snow falling at the treeline of a distant mountain.&nbsp; Anything but <i>KILL FUCK RIP TEAR WRITHE GROAN DRINK</i> anything but... anything but.&nbsp; A mountain.&nbsp; Snowfall.&nbsp; Leaves.<br><br>A door.&nbsp; The hallway was a haze, the elevator ride an afterthought.&nbsp; She's so intent on the moment she doesn't even question when the door opens, the dark room waits.&nbsp; <br><br>She steps in, her head then her shoulders disappearing into the shadow cast by the tapering light through the doorway, the contours and waves of crisp furniture lines wait before her.&nbsp; Black leather, chic, mod.&nbsp; Of course... the antiques are stored with the coffins.&nbsp; She snickers, turns-- her eyes glimmer like luminous insects in the dark, silvery-white and predatory, as she lowers herself to the seat and crosses her legs.<br><br>"Like this," she says in a throaty, husky whisper.&nbsp; "You want me... here?"&nbsp; A low, slow laugh bubbles from her throat.&nbsp; He can sense that she is half-changed inside, and the change is threatening to take her over...&nbsp; a rough concoction of 'fuck' and 'murder'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>18-05-2015, 01:52:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/30mwxg7.png)</div><hr>Tobias, Owner of Nocturne<br>Private room<br><hr><br>Tobias was surprised with the almost-attack on the bimbo at the bar, and adjusted his grip on Mare, one hand on her right wrist for the rest of the walk to the elevator. He knew that she was dangerous, but wasn't expecting that... <br><br>As he closed the door to his private room behind him, he expanded his senses, and felt the change of her essence, her power. He knew that sensation, had dealt with weres before. Had killed many over the years, escaped from a few as well. He even had several who were occasional guests at the club, but none who were in the state she was in now. He'd never experienced it quite like this...<br><br>Locking the door, he turned back toward Mare. "You must be her other side," he said coolly. "Your duality isn't cleanly connected, is it?" He walked toward her slowly, carefully. He knew that if it came to a real fight, he could handle her, but it would not be a good experience for either of them.<br><br>So the only thing to do would be to take control from the outset, and not let go. As he got close to the couch, he suddenly blurred into motion, grabbing Mare's neck and spreading her out on the couch. He held her down, keeping her where he wanted her, while he climbed up on top of her, mounting her in all but the most erotic sense of the word.<br><br>He leaned down and growled softly, imitating the werewolf style. "Slave or prey, it doesn't matter to me," he growled, "but tonight, you will be mine." He didn't quite mean what he was saying, but he was certain that establishing his dominance and control was essential to getting Mare through the night. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>18-05-2015, 05:35:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><hr>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br>Below Nocturne: floor H, private office<br><hr><br>She doesn't understand what he means by her 'duality...' not in a purely cerebral way, though his words spark in her mind and clearly form the image.&nbsp; She can feel his presence, powerful and dark, seeping out into her soul, finding the rift-- the gap between one and the other, between Marie-Eve and <i>IT</i>, a malfunctioning organ that flares with her desires and her anger.&nbsp; He has it, he can feel it.<br><br>For this reason-- not this one alone, but a like a spark that his dominant position assumes and that her fear of his words fuels-- she tries very, very hard to understand.&nbsp; The puzzlement in her eyes wrestles with the glittering silver-gleam of the feral thing in her soul, and though <i>she</i> listens, <i>IT</i> must bare its fangs.&nbsp; Her irises are gone, her eyes only silvery-glinting pools of rage as her body fights, writhes with so much more power than her slender frame should have.&nbsp; Whatever connection she has to the beast-- whatever strange adaptation has made her wolf so strong-- it will take his concerted effort to restrain her limbs and body as she writhes up and her face becomes a mask of fury.&nbsp; He can feel that she's on the verge of transforming completely-- the horrifying shift from girl to massive, clawed, muscled beast-- but his insistence pays off.&nbsp; <br><br>The beast rears back, watching still from behind her eyes, accepting that there will be a challenge.&nbsp; It holds back, and her skin cools perceptibly where his hand touches her lean, gold-skinned wrist just below the cuff of her leather jacket.&nbsp; Her breasts heave and she swallows tentatively.&nbsp; Her elongated canines and hardened white nails are all that he can see that remain of her beast in her physical body.&nbsp; "T..." she swallows again, breathing hard, staring into his dark eyes with a hunger, an awe at what he did, however momentary.&nbsp; "Teach me, please..."&nbsp; she relaxes back, her arms no longer fight his grip, her breath heavy in a way that the vampire's will never be again.&nbsp; "That's... why I'm here.&nbsp; It... takes over."&nbsp; Her eyes gleam with restrained tears.&nbsp; "I don't want it to hurt anyone... like it has."&nbsp; There's a flash of pained memory, of a lovely young man's body being torn apart in a red mist, blood fanning softly against white walls.&nbsp; "I'll be yours.&nbsp; I'll do it, any of it.&nbsp; But help me keep if locked up..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>20-05-2015, 01:49:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/30mwxg7.png)</div><hr>Tobias, Owner of Nocturne<br>Private room<br><hr><br>Tobias nodded slowly. "Yes," he agreed softly, you will..." He leaned forward and gave her neck a brief nip, not even enough to break her skin, but just to reinforce his position. <br><br>After a moment, he pulled himself off of her, pulling her to her feet as he stood up. "The first thing I want you to do," he said sternly, "is to take everything off. Clothes, watches, piercings - everything. And stand there," he pointed out to the center of the room, "without any attempt to hide any portion of your body." <br><br>He stepped back, giving her enough room to move, and started taking his own clothes off while he watched her. He removed his slacks first, and then his shirt, tossing them aside without any regard for damage or wrinkles. He was wearing no underwear, and it was clear that he was starting to get erect, but still far from it. <br><br>With the same disregard for his clothing, he kicked his shoes off, and pulled the socks off after, kicking them all to the side, and waited for her to finish. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>20-05-2015, 02:45:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><hr>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br>Below Nocturne: floor H, private office<br><hr><br>Marie-Eve's cheeks flush just a bit at his words, and despite her fear, her aches, and the scorching of the beast deep in her breast, she obeys.&nbsp; Standing, very slowly, she slides her black leather jacket from her shoulders and lets it fall, with a whispering hush, to the sofa behind her.&nbsp; Her breasts rise and fall under the flickering purple sequins of her top, and her arms, though lean and youthful, like the rest of her, are pale as though the sun can't hurt her skin, but glowing gold with the natural health of her kind, and sculpted like an olympian's in their flourish and prime of youth.&nbsp; She watches him undressing in kind, and the beast lights up her eyes again... the thing in her heart has no deception, no ruse-- it is aggression, hiding in her heart, anxious, and it knows not how to hide what it wants.&nbsp; And it wants him.<br><br>Her lips hang slightly apart, and she breathes heavily through the smooth ridges of ivory that threaten to become fangs.&nbsp; She presses her pale-rose lips tight against it, and her breath hisses through her nostrils as she reasserts control.&nbsp; Tobais's top buttons wide, she studies the shadowy ridges of his chest and abdomen, and seems to find a courage that swallows her modesty and impatience whole.&nbsp; She lifts her shirt, revealing a trim, narrow waist that flares out to her hourglass hips, a smooth ridge between her pale abs, a shallow dark navel.&nbsp; Her bra comes with it-- no, she doesn't seem to own any fancy lingerie, no lace or satin, just a simple lycra sportsbra that she tugs along with the purple sequined top.&nbsp; Her breasts tug upwards with the hem of fabric, and for a moment her stretched torso is almost alien in its exquisite in its tempting sculpture, like something of ivory.&nbsp; Her breasts tug up, then spring free from the hem, quivering faintly as they are freed.&nbsp; Not overly endowed, there's little movement to her firm breasts, upturned at the tip and each begging to be cupped by a hand, tested for weight.&nbsp; Her boots and jeans come next, and her long, sinewy legs are like a dancer's in heels, even with their soles bare on the floor.&nbsp; Her underwear, simple black cotton, clings tight to her hips with a thin cord at each hip, and she seems to hesitate... the beast is off-balance, reeling and watching, and the girl is feeling, quite suddenly, shy.<br><br>"Everything?" she asks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>21-05-2015, 00:11:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/30mwxg7.png)</div><hr>Tobias, Owner of Nocturne<br>Private room<br><hr><br>Tobias's eyes narrowed at the question. He stepped forward, holding up his hands, showing their backs to her. As she watched, his nails sharpened and hardened as much as hers had become. With a blur of motion, the hips of her cotton panties were sliced, leaving them to drop. The cut he'd made had been sharp enough and shallow enough that his slicing motion <em>almost</em> didn't cut her flesh. He hadn't tried to avoid cutting her, though - she'd heal it quickly enough. <br><br>He showed her the sharpened fingernails again, unstained with blood. "You'll feel that in a few moments." <br><br>Now that she'd accepted his control, he was trying to provoke her beastly side, bring it out at least partway. It was impossible to lock it up... the only way she'd get control over it would be to embrace it and bring it under her own control. It wasn't some alien invasion, after all - it was part of her, as much as the blood in her veins.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>21-05-2015, 01:11:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><hr>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br>Below Nocturne: floor H, private office<br><hr><br>The beast, as he had intended, did manage to raise its head at that.&nbsp; <br><br>In the soft light, her body was like something made of sandstone and quartz, and she showed no shame after that initial reluctance as she placed her bare feet onto the rug a few inches from him.&nbsp; Her compact form was wiry and vibrantly healthy, her fair-hair seeming to make grooming her downy armpits and sex all but unnecessary.&nbsp; Her arousal is apparent to his senses, as is the fact that she is no longer so petite as when she entered the room... her height seems to approach his own.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes gleam silver still, her hands are fanned apart where, like an afterthought, tiny threads of fresh blood well up to the surface through the micro-fine cuts on her flesh.&nbsp; She calmly trails one finger from the dimple of her lower back up across her nicks, drawing a slow path up across her youthful breasts to extend a tiny drop of the flesh blood to her lips.&nbsp; Her tongue, faint pink, parts her pale lips to taste the salty tang, and when she draws it back, it is peaked with a long, tapering talon of a nail.&nbsp; <br><br>"So I will," she says in her husky tone, her left hand moving from its rest at her hip to test the fine teardrop shape of soft hair at her mons.&nbsp; "And so will you..." <br><br>What he's doing seems to be working... strangely... it's as if that disconnected desire and beast lives across a chasm from her mind's control, but maybe, just for a moment, he's helping her find a bridge.&nbsp; <br><br>If only she were conscious of it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>23-05-2015, 08:59:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/30mwxg7.png)</div><hr>Tobias, Owner of Nocturne<br>Private room<br><hr><br>Tobias was pleased that Mare seemed to be connecting more smoothly with her other side, but it was clearly still not done. He took hold of her - one hand behind her waist, the other behind her neck - and pulled her up against him. With their faces only a few inches away from each other, he said warmly, "Now, my pet, we're going to work on your restraint. To do that... you need to simply follow along with my instructions, without trying to take over and be in charge of what we're doing. Hold yourself back, and accept what I'm giving you."<br><br>He pulled her even closer, up against him, and kissed her deeply, a strong controlling kiss, with his tongue working on taking control of hers, teasingly. His hands kept her close, so that he'd have the greatest sense of when she tried to fight with him. <br><br>This was going to be a long night, he expected. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>23-05-2015, 19:32:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><hr>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br>Below Nocturne: floor H, private office<br><hr><br>Managing, through her hazy consciousness, to offer a faint nod, Mare's faint-gold body shivers slightly at his cool touch.&nbsp; Again, her skin feels feverish, but she shows obvious arousal at his touch-- something not unwilling, but not expected-- an unintentional <i>wanting</i> that defies all she thinks she knows about love and sex.&nbsp; He must press against her to kiss her this close, the shapely tilt of her firm young breasts against his chest, pale pink aureoles tacitly perceptible against his bare skin, the stiffened nipples tiny and firm against his body causing a rippling shiver from her lower body to her neck.<br><br>She opens her lips barely, closes them, parts them willingly at his exploring tongue.&nbsp; Her mouth tastes faintly of the mild beer from before, of clean water-- purity.&nbsp; Her lips are wet as she works them against his, angling her face, when suddenly she parts her teeth and works her jaw hungrily in the kiss, trying to consume more of his mouth-- she fights it back, though, restrains herself from trying to take more, and allows his tongue to dance delicately with hers in a teasing, enticing dance.&nbsp; Her hands part reaching for him, but she holds back-- instead, she softens her stance, allows her tilted face and lean throat to be puppeted buy him, letting him move her where he wants. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>26-05-2015, 09:03:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/30mwxg7.png)</div><hr>Tobias, Owner of Nocturne<br>Private room<br><hr><br>Tobias pulled away from the kiss, nodding with a soft smile. "Good... my slave obeys instruction well." His eyes glittered with amusement, and he continued, "Perhaps I should keep her for more than just one night..." <br><br>With a languid motion, he started caressing her breasts. "You don't want foreplay at all, do you?" he said, chuckling. "Right now, you just want to be mounted, taken, fucked hard and fast..." He leaned forward and nipped her ear, then continued in a whisper. "But slaves don't get to choose whether they get what they want. They just do as they're told." <br><br>He picked her up and started suckling on one of her nipples, nipping and teasing as he carried her back to the sofa against the wall. He sat down, bringing her down on top of him, and slowly slid her down as he let go of her nipple. "The next task for you is to work on control. I want you to give me a good, vigorous blow-job. If you try to bite, or anything else that isn't focused on pleasure, you will be... <em>punished.</em>" <br><br>He partly wondered if she'd actually enjoy the punishment... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>26-05-2015, 22:58:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><hr>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br>Below Nocturne: floor H, private office<br><hr><br>Mare's eyes flutter as he begins to stroke her sensitive breasts, the firm, creamy flesh dimpling lightly at his touch.&nbsp; The discussion of 'keeping' her raises the beast's hackles, but it's getting something unexpected, almost like a direct line of morphine-- it's being sated, or seems to be.&nbsp; Somehow in her conscious mind she knows that the beast wants what he says... a fuck.&nbsp; A fuck that cripples her human body and leaves the beast with what it wants... with Mare subdued, it could run free.<br><br><i>No,</i> she thinks, a tiny voice somewhere in the dark boudoir of her mind.&nbsp; <i>It has to be worn down.&nbsp; It can't be over quickly.</i><br><br>Her nipple stiff against his fingers, she bucks lightly as he nips her ear, and then thrashes her back into an arch as he begins to apply hot, moist pressure to her sensitive peaks.&nbsp; She doesn't resist at first, lets him move her-- too easily-- until she's sitting atop his thighs, straddling him, and he can feel the wet heat of her sex on his thigh, her hands trailing light scratches as they clutch at his shoulder muscles.<br><br>His erection stands between them like a sentinel, and she doesn't even look at it at first.&nbsp; Her silvery eyes remain locked to his, unblinking, as she lets her hands relax, gliding across his chest like slow-fanning wings.&nbsp; She doesn't try to hide that she's enjoying his body, a want that she's kept caged and sedated for years.&nbsp; "The first time I came," she says in a hoarse whisper, her fingertips trailing his stomach, "I was in the bath, letting the water bring me off under the spout..." she finds the faint trail of his pubic hair, the lean hipbones and taut thighs where she explores him with long brush-strokes of burning fingers.&nbsp; "I liked that... then," she let one hand cup gently around his base, giving it a slow, gentle caress, as if measuring his size, "One night, I lost control... tore half the house down."&nbsp; Her lips curl up into a devious smile, and it's hard to say who is speaking now.&nbsp; Maybe both.<br><br>She lowers her face, places her lips between his chest muscles in a long, gentle kiss that lets her ivory-white hair tickle his abdomen.&nbsp; "I had to stop it, then, except when I was in a cage," her words are hot tattoos along the ridge of his abs, the sunken navel... her hand strokes up and down gently along his shaft then, working the skin at the base of his head with a gentle tug.&nbsp; When her hair reaches his sac, her cheek is pressed alongside his shaft.&nbsp; "Would that be vigorous enough?"&nbsp; She grins, her feral teeth glinting in the dim light, and places a long, wet kiss at the base of his cock's head, her tongue trailing out after and painting a slow path down to the base.&nbsp; She has never done this before, but seems to be guessing right.<br><br>As she turns her face and works her way back up, her hand strokes down to his testes and gives them a gentle caress, and her fangs glint in the light just before she puckers her lips to kiss the tip of his cock.&nbsp; A grin then, and she kneads him, and parts her lips to engulf his head in her wet, velvety mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>She uses one hand to work the base of him as she suckles and bobs delicately along the head, letting her tongue slowly drag its wet path along his sensitive underside, and her other hand, it seems, is preoccupied with exploring every inch of his side-- like a blind woman learning the statue of David by its anatomy.&nbsp; She emits a low, throaty moan with half his length in her mouth, swallows tenderly, then works him more, again and again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>29-05-2015, 11:00:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/30mwxg7.png)</div><hr>Tobias, Owner of Nocturne<br>Private room<br><hr><br>Tobias watched as Mare experimented with his cock as though it was something new to her. By her explanation, he was getting the idea that this WAS new to her, on some level. He wondered idly if she was a virgin, but decided it didn't really matter. Her virginity was considerably less important than coming to terms with her other, more feral side. <br><br>As she worked her way around to the blow job, he started caressing her head, stroking down her hair gently, watching her seemingly joyful fondling and licking. She seemed to be reveling in the chance to let herself loose and try this with someone she <em>couldn't</em> hurt by losing control. He'd be her safety, and extra control until she could control herself... which she seemed to be learning quickly, in any case. <br><br>He made a soft, grunting groan as she started bobbing her head in earnest, more to let her know that she was doing it right than any other reason. Like most men, he was usually pretty quiet during sex. His arousal started to spike as she got the rhythm of sucking down, though, so he knew that he'd have to moderate the pace a little bit. After a few more bobs of her head, he pushed her away, off of him, and growled, "That was good. Inexperienced, but eager - definitely worth some training time. I think you'll go from <em>enthusiastic</em> to <em>exceptional</em> with only a little bit of practice." <br><br>With that, he leaned forward, took hold of her armpits, and pulled her up on top of him, straddling his waist with her knees on both sides. His cock pressed up against her ass, ready for the main course. "I'm sure you know what to do from here," he said, his hands sliding up to cup and tease her breasts. "Ride... as if your life depended on it." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>31-05-2015, 06:30:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><hr>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br>Below Nocturne: floor H, private office<br><hr><br>Her eyes gleaming, Mare reached to wipe her open lips with the back of her hand, the sagging, full lower half of her mouth slightly swollen from the activity, blushing pink with excitement.&nbsp; She angled her head to stare into his eyes, a loose thread of white-blonde hair falling across her nose, and tentatively let him guide her to position.&nbsp; His hands felt so wonderful against her breasts that her nipples stiffened a bit more with arousal, hardening like little, pale pebbles to his touch, and she moaned soft and throaty in the sensation of his cock against her most private of places.<br><br>With a gentle shift of her hips, she helped his cock reach her slit, where he can feel hot wetness waiting where her small slit is swollen with anticipation.&nbsp; She starts to grind against it, just a bit, as if to test his position, and which way his hard cock will go in, and then envelops him.&nbsp; He gets the impression, very clearly, from the tautness of her youthful sex that she has not had many partners.&nbsp; She feels like virgin territory, though as she exhales a long, womanly moan of near-pain, she guides her hips atop him to allow him entry and accepts him in a few short bobs of her whole upper body.&nbsp; She has a maidenhead, but his hardness against it is little hindrance to her hungry body, and he can sense that the pain of it, as she tears it, is minimal compared to what her unnatural body can withstand.<br><br>She takes a couple inches of him, then gently yields as her body ciches tight around his shaft and head-- straining hungrily to accept the girth.&nbsp; She moves lower again, then tightens once more, then again until he can feel her body stretch to take him all in, and she cries out in a moan of satisfaction that is half-growl, half sigh, as her hips come to rest atop his, and her sexual fluids flow freely down his length from deep within her core.<br><br>His commands may have been forgotten for just a moment, but she latches onto that word-- <i>ride</i>-- and her body screams 'yes' though she only softly mouths the word around her elongated fangs.&nbsp; She doesn't piston on him like an inexperienced girl trying to emulate some porn film... no, something in her nature tells her how, and she grinds her hips, rocking fiercely back and forth now, hard enough to produce a wet sound and more lubrication with each stroke.&nbsp; Her small, short down is visible just above where he enters her, and when she steadies herself with her taloned fingers digging into his thighs, he can see her grinding away at him in natural gyration that slips her swollen little pearl of a clit against his base.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed the Night - The Beast In Me (Marie-Eve's Instruction)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>15-06-2015, 00:46:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/30mwxg7.png)</div><hr>Tobias, Owner of Nocturne<br>Private room<br><hr><br>Tobias knew the feeling of breaking someone's hymen - it was far from new for him. He felt it was odd that it was some sort of rite of passage for some, when it was so inimportant in the grand scheme of things. Something to get past, at best. But by the time he met them these days, most women had already gone through that quite a long time ago. It was rare for virgins to walk into Nocturne; it was even rarer for them to catch his attention before being taken by someone else. Mare was the first, in fact. <br><br>He placed his hands on her breasts, teasing her nipples lightly. He had a feeling that words would get lost at this point - compliments, critiques, and maybe even instructions might not get through. And he knew that the position he had her get in was difficult, but not anything she couldn't handle. Her type would have much more stamina than even she thought she had. But it wouldn't hurt to help... <br><br>So, with that in mind, he started giving semi-random thrusts - every few times she slid down, he thrusted up to meet her for a heavier impact, giving her a stronger, more aggressive sensation. He wasn't sure whether she was getting close to her first orgasm, but he had a strong feeling that she'd take more than one before she was done tonight. <br><br>
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