Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae & ReneeLuna)
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				Title: <strong>Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 14:45:35</strong>
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				Micah Levay would be rudely awakened from his sleep by a sharp pull on his collar. he would yawn a bit, stretching before being pulled again.<br><br>Come on, you freak. time for the blocks it is... his current master says, pulling the creature from his pen.<br><br>Micah would hurriedly move to his feet, moving quickly to keep up with his master. Micah stood at a solid 6'6", towering over the man that owned him. but that wasn't what made him unique amongst most slaves. the tall man was covered head to toe with red fur, white on his chest, throat, and belly with black on his feet and hands. his face was extended into a foxish muzzle with a bit of black at the end. two black tipped ears extended from his head. Long black hair fell in dreads down his back to his waist, matted from years of neglect. his long tail was tipped with white, the fur thick and bushy. the last thing that set him apart, was the large velvet covered wings that he carried folded over his narrow shoulders. several chains were bound to his wings by rings pierced through the leading edge around the "arm" and first "finger" of his wing, making flight impossible. a single scar would mar his fur, showing as a white stripe from the corner of his left jaw, over his throat, to his right collar bone. the lean anthro would be unable to talk clearly, even though many had tried to repair the damage done to his larynx. so to save the trouble of having to speak to the horrid people that owned him, he became effectively a mute, and it was one aspect that made him fairly valuable as a servant. one mistress had taken him as a blood doll, simply because of the rarity of his species. one night, she had drained him too much, and had to make him a vampiric to save him. she lost interest in him shortly there after.<br><br>The anthro was clad only in a scrap of fabric around his lean waist that served to cover his genitals, but did little else. he would twitch his ears around, trying to listen to everything around him, wondering what was going on. he soon understood that he was being sold again. ::what did i do this time?:: the creature would think to himself, jolting forward as he is pushed into a small holding cage. he would hold up his hands obediently so the man could attach manacles to his wrists, an escape deterrent that wasn't really one. the anthro was able to move on all fours as comfortably as he could on two legs, so the manacles would be no problem to him.<br><br>good for nothing freak of nature. i hope your next owner kills you! the man spat, pushing the cage into the awaiting truck and locking it securely. shortly, other items of sell-able value were brought into the truck, loaded around him to hide the cage from quick inspections. the slave trade was still a booming illegal black market trade where he was, and he had been sold so many times, he could never remember exactly how many had owned him. all he knew was that he was tired of performing tricks just to earn a meal. he was an intelligent creature, though because he couldn't talk, and most people couldn't open their minds, they assumed he was a dumb animal. the tall empath could, and had, manipulated his owners minds when he really needed food or clean water. the rest was details that he could work out himself when he had to.<br><br>Soon Micah would would fall asleep, and the truck would start it's long journey to the nearest black market site. it would take near a week, with little food and nearly no water, until the truck neared the outer limits of the city. it didn't take the anthro long to notice something was different about this place. the city had an odd smell to it, as if death lurked on every street corner. his ears flattened as he realized he was in a city of the undead. he would probably become someone's blood doll.<br><br>it would take about an hour before the truck backed into the market sight, a warehouse used for these events. the contents of the truck would be pulled out and his cage covered before being rolled out of the truck and taken to the blocks. he would soon hear the auctioneer, realizing it was one he wasn't familiar with. he would heave a silent sigh and wait until his turn came up. they usually left him in the cage, since people thought he looked like a savage beast. soon, the auctioneer would start into the lines of lies that got peoples attention when something exciting was coming up, and he felt his cage roll out to the blocks.<br><br>Ladies and Gentlemen. tonight we have a rare specimen for you. discovered in the unexplored rain forests of Africa, we have a creature so rare, it is thought only a myth. we have one tonight, a freakish creature of the most savage nature. we have, the winged human fox! at that moment the display men would pull off the covers and apply a cattle prod to his wings, making him cry out in pain, which most people took to be anger and a challenge. the auctioneer would start back up again. LAdies and gentlemen, he is completely trained to do your bidding. his wings are bound, so you don't have to worry about flying. he cannot read or write, so your messages are safe with him, and he does not speak! he is strong, so perfect for physical labor. ladies! he is fully trained in the sensual arts. he could massage your troubles away, and make sure you get that happy ending. gentlemen, he could provide a welcome addition to your display cages. the anthro would smirk, shaking his head a bit. he was not trained to give pleasure, but rather, lay there in whatever position his mistress came up with while she pleasured herself on him. now, tonight's bidding will start at... $500 dollars! and the bids were off. the amount was rising fast, since many people wanted this rare creature.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 22:46:06</strong>
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				The Lady grew weary at these auctions. Seated in a plush chair near the front of the house, she watched as a series of everyday creatures passed over the block. Each sold for the pittance they were barely worth and she was glad to see them gone from the block as quickly as they arrived. She had no idea why she'd bothered coming down to the auctions today, but something had compelled her. As she sat, one of her entourage delivered her a glass of blood wine, long pale fingers ending in black nails grasped the glass. Withdrawing a purple satin handkerchief, she wiped the mouth of the glass clean before taking a long slow sip. Sitting up she looked over the next item and fell back into conversation with the petite blonde at her side. <br><br>Amandine darling, why do you allow me to waste time at these auctions any more? We never find anything worth spending good money on. <br><br>The blonde laughed at her friend and smiled. <br><br>Because Andrea, you still hope one day that novel you love so dearly will come true.<br><br>Earning her a sharp smack on the shoulder from the older woman, the blonde laughed again and changed the topic to the clothing of the other noble vampires in the audience, earning laughter and fierce glares from some within earshot. Lady Andrea and her entourage was always immaculately turned out, the Lady herself a model of simple elegance. A deep grey pantsuit hugged immortal curves with custom tailored precision and a dark purple silk shirt matched her unusual violet eyes. On her left lapel sat a white gold broach made sure those around her knew the woman was no pretender. Raven black hair had been braided with a silvery ribbon and adored with matching white gold combs, set with rubies and diamonds. Black calf leather boots caressed delicate feet as she lounged in the oversized chair. <br><br>Something distracted her from her conversation as the auctioneer began blathering on about some incredible creature. Expecting a mutant human, Andrea looked up at the stage only to be instantly drawn in by the creature. Red with black points and strong looking black wings, the female watched he took the abuse of the jailers flawlessly. She sat forward on her seat raising one hand to silence those around her. As the auctioneer continued describing the male creature's training in sensual arts, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. These beings were never TRAINED, merely taught to accept any advances. If you wanted a sexual slave, you went to the brothel auctions in the red district. <br><br>As he set the bidding price, she raised her hand to initiate the bidding herself. She contemplated the potential uses for such a rare and strong looking creature and continued raising her hand with every opposing bid, countering it without a thought, knowing the end price would be well worth it for the acquisition. After the first few thousand dollars, most bidders had fallen away, leaving Andrea and some female from a lower house bidding back and forth. The raven haired woman had not said a word since she'd become focused on the purchase, keeping her eyes trained on the creature as her bid kept climbing. Finally, the other female looked to her purse and shook her head, leaving Andrea unchallenged at over $15,000. <br><br>As the hammer came down, bright white fangs slid into full view. She had no idea what had compelled her to spend so much for the male being, but it felt right. Standing, she moved to the cashiers desk and made the arrangements for payment and delivery. She walked up to the cage and smiled, bright purple eyes almost glowing as she spoke to the creature. <br><br>See you soon.<br><br>That said, she walked out of the auction, followed by her entourage, the solid click of her heels echoing down the hall. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 02:27:05</strong>
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				Micah would hear the bidding going rapid fire, idly listening to the figures rise. he was surprised when the figure reached $5000, and shocked when the bidding stopped at $15,000. there was a pause, and the gavel sounded the winning bid. the anthro would fold his wings when he was finally permitted, since they kept prodding him every time he tried to close them. he would watch his new mistress walk towards him, avoiding direct eye contact with her. he heard her words, and a chill went down his spine, causing his chains to rattle as he shivered. he would heave a sigh and sit against a corner of his cage, minding his own thoughts, wondering what horrors were in store for him. she did not seem the type that would be kind to him.<br><br>the anthro would be taken to a back area, pulled from his cage by his collar, and taken to an area where they blasted him with scalding water to rinse as much muck and filth off of him as they could, then given a clean loin cloth. he muttered mentally, keeping his thoughts silent in case there were any telepaths around. he would then be taken to a delivery crate. the next half hour, he would be loaded into a truck and taken to his new home. he remained laid in his crate, curled in a tight ball because there wasn't much room to do much else. he would doze lightly, until he was unloaded from the truck and set none to gently on the floor of his new home. he laid there, trembling slightly as he awaited his new mistress to open the crate, and unleash her evils upon him.
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				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 07:42:41</strong>
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				Andrea what are you thinking?! Your father will kill you for this! That creature isn't fit to shine your boots.<br><br>The little blonde had all but sprinted to catch up with the 6' tall vampiress as she'd made her exit. Her voice was nasaly and whiney, like a scared puppy. The violet eyes sparkled as she looked at her friend, stepping into her midnight purple Jaguar. Picking up the clear lensed glasses and sliding the hood back, fangs glinted at her friend in the moonlight. <br><br>Ami baby, you know I love you but... shut up and get in unless you want to walk home. <br><br>The little blonde looked terrified and quickly jumped in the passenger seat. With a deft flick of her wrist, Andrea put the car in gear and sped off. She didn't take her eyes off the road ahead as she spoke telepathically to her friend to avoid shouting over the roar of the engine and the air rushing around them. <br><em>Yes, he looks like Drake from the stories, but he isn't. I would have bought him for twice what I paid. If nothing else, he'll look fine stuffed and mounted in Father's den if he disappoints as a slave. </em><br><br>Another wicked smile crossed red lips as the car roared into the drive of the estate. The massive house loomed like a Gollum&nbsp; in the darkness, but it was home. Andrea guided the car to the south side of the house and pulled it into an underground garage. Her servant Drew opened her car door and she walked past him landing a swat on his backside with a smirk. She loved tormenting the lower born, or even more so, turned, servants. Entering the house she stopped and spoke with the elder male who oversaw the servants of the household telling him to inform her when her purchase arrived. <br><br>Retreating to her rooms, Andrea changed into a more casual look. Dark fitted jeans and a slim cut shirt of the same vibrant purple made her body look immaculate. Her family crest now adorned the buckle on her black leather belt and she wore simple black ballet flats. With a sigh, she pulled on a black blazer to add an irritating formality to the entire outfit. As she adjusted the hair into a slick black bun, she heard a knock, announcing the arrival of her new plaything.&nbsp; Amandine met Andrea outside her door and walked silently at the taller woman's side.&nbsp; <br><br>When they arrived in the servants quarters the older male was waiting to open the crate with the new arrival. At a nod from Andrea, the crate was opened and her new acquisition revealed. She could smell where they'd hosed him off and put him into the crate wet, and it made her nose wrinkle. She walked around him slowly, inspecting him with a discerning eye. She took account of every scar and looked at her houseman. <br>Bathe him well. Groom his fur as well. See if you can find out a name. Take a formal record of every marking, natural and scars. See if he has other forms as well. Dress him for serving in the house. Change his wing chains as well. Those look too old to do much good and I'd rather them be silver toned. When you're through preparing him, send him to me in the library. If he disobeys, use a paddle, not a whip. I don't want him marked by any hands but my own. <br><br>Instructions given, she made her way out of that part of the house with Amandine in tow. She was hungry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 10:35:36</strong>
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				Micah would stand as she inspected him, his head down as he listened to her words, though he did not indicate he understood anything that was said. he would however, feel himself become cold as she gave out her orders. he set his jaw, and prepared for the worst. he was led to a bathing room and stripped of his garment. he would then be bathed without resisting, shampooed from head to toe and back again.<br><br>his wings would be tended to, the piercings removed and allowing his wings to heal for once. he listened to the barrage of questions, feigning ignorance and looking at the man dumbly as he spoke. the paddle would be brought to his back a number of times, but each strike only brought a slight animalistic&nbsp; whimper from him. he refused to open up his mind, to see what was on the peoples minds, but he did not want to be found out. <br><br>after being bathed, he was examined head to foot for scars marking, his fine fur being checked quite literally with a fine tooth comb. the only scar of note was the one across his throat, and a couple minor ones across his back and chest. the whole time he was grilled and beaten for non-compliance, but he would heal himself of the worst of the paddling. he would still feign injury, to keep from revealing his talent. it was how he survived all these years. he would just grit his teeth, refusing them everything.<br><br>he was not as submissive as originally advertised, though it was hidden behind a mask of animalistic action and seeming inability to understand what was said. he was dressed in decent fashion, though he was irritated by the shirt, then sat down. he closed his eyes and wept silently as his wings were pierced again with new chains, whimpering a bit as the pain shot down his wing and to his back. he couldn't help but flinch every time the needle pierced his velveted wing membrane. he didn't heal the wounds this time, letting them bleed so he wouldn't give himself away. <br><br>Micah was when taken to the library, his head down the whole way. once inside he would drop to his knees, his palms flat on his thighs, as he had been taught so long ago. he winced a bit as his new chains shifted in the fresh piercings. his ears would fold back against his skull as he listened to the servant speak of his findings.<br><br>my lady, we could not get a name from him. he is a bit underfed, but a couple of weeks with decent food, he might fill back out. right now, he barely has the strength for more than movement. he has a scar across his throat, and from the size of it, it was enough to damage his vocal cords. he may be unable to speak, even if he was more than an intelligent animal. however, he seems little more than a pet. about as useful as a monkey if you ask me. he is well endowed though, and fully intact. the only other things to note are he has fairly developed muscling on his back, probably from the chains he had to carry on his wings. his irises spiral depending on his mood, from what i observed. other than that, he may be smart enough to learn basic tasks. the servant offers, bowing slightly and waiting to be dismissed.
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				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 19:23:07</strong>
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				Amandine started chattering as they neared the dinning hall, begging Andrea to reconsider her slave purchase, but as before the raven haired vampire waved her friend off. She'd deal with her father's anger if it ever came. This creature was worth the risk even if he was just eye candy while she worked in her study. Entering the hall, she began perusing the options for her evening meal. Tall, short, fat, thin, pale or dark, the walls were lined with blood hosts and condemned. Violet eyes glittered and her fangs extended, all 3 razor sharp sets elongating down into full feeding position as she looked over the meals available. Finally she came upon a massive dark haired male with eyes the color of cobalt. With a nod to him and a little red haired female, Andrea went and sat at one of the feeding booths near the back of the hall. <br><br>One of the house servants brought the female first and Andrea fed sparingly. She lightly sunk her fangs into the girl's wrist, drinking slowly, savoring the taste of the young female. She would only take a few long sips, just to whet her appetite before releasing the girl. The girl stumbled away, helped by Drew back to be tended to and allowed to rest until it was her time to serve again. When the male was brought forward, violet eyes had shifted to a near black. Yes... as delectable as the appetizer was,&nbsp; the main course looked delicious. He was led to her in chains, fighting the whole way, knowing his fate was to be dragged away as a corpse.&nbsp; As he was forced to his knees, her hands became more claw-like, and her face a feral mask of hunger. She dug her nails into him, pulling him close, voice an animal snarl as she forced his neck to the side, holding him over her lap as she drank deep and hard, pulling the life from his veins like soda through a straw. Her moan was almost sexual as she felt his life ebb under her attention. Finally, she felt the last pull of his heart and she tore the muscle from his shoulder, sitting back and chewing on it until the corpse was carried away. She kept chewing on her mouthful, finishing it before speaking.<br>Slice it up and keep the good meat for the next banquet. I'd like the heart removed and brought to me later.<br><br>Amandine had been feeding nearby and heard the instructions. With a long sigh the little blonde moved nearer her friend. <br>You know your father hates it when you do that. It's so unladylike. <br><br>One day that will actually mean something to me dearie. Now if you'll excuse me, i'm going to the library to work. <br><br>The little blonde rolled her eyes, knowing full well what was going to happen in the library. But she couldn't stop Andrea, and nor would she try. <br><br>~~~~~~<br><br>As Andrea retreated to the relative security of her library, she changed into a vibrant purple silk corset. She loved the way the fabric hugged her curves and made her feel so strong. The black riding crop hanging from her belt was enough to make every house servant shiver. She was known through the community as the most vicious creature with the weapon, and tonight she seemed to be in a rare mood. The ballet flats were replaced by the calf skin boots once more, and the eyes were black orbs with purple flecks. As she sat at her desk, she pulled the purple ledger from her desk and began writing. The sound of fountain pen on antique laid paper was enough to make her shiver with delight. <br><br>As she finished the first page, she heard the jangling of chains and smiled. She leaned back and looked at the door as her slave was brought to her. He looked and smelled SO much better now he was cleaned well, but the scent of blood was intoxicating. She wondered why a slave who had borne the weight of his chains for so long would not have healed.&nbsp; She contemplated the possibilities and just enjoyed the scent of his blood. As she listened to the report, her eyes rolled. She hated it when slaves were stubborn and her help was useless. As her new slave knelt at her feet, one of her boots found its way to rest next to his hand on his thigh, tapping absently as she grew agitated with the old man. <br><br>He's more intelligent than he's letting on. He may be mute, but he would not have survived this long as a slave without being able to communicate somehow. Remove your shirt slave, he's furred so a bare chest will offend no one. What he is going to have to learn quickly, is that a name will save him a lot of pain. <br><br>She lifted her boot and raised his chin with her toe so she could see his eyes, still marveling at the beautiful specimen he was. <br>I need a name for you... until you decide to relent with your own. Question is... what to call a creature like you... &nbsp;She stroked his chin with her boot as if any moment she would lash out and kick him for his insolent silence, but she didn't. Instead she took pleasure in the simple gesture of scratching his chin with the toe of her boot. <br>Until you give me your name... I shall call you Felix.... Nathaniel, have a collar made for him with a tag that reads his new name. I'd like it done before I retire for the evening.<br><br>Her orders given, the older male bowed and left, leaving the furred male to the mercy of the lady of the house.<br><br>She stood and began walking slowly around the library, drawing the crop into her hand and smacking the calf of her leg with it, summoning her new pet. <br>When you are with me and no one of consequence is around, you may walk on two feet, at least two paces behind me of course. Head down as well, but ears perked. When those of import are around, you will be on all fours like the animal you are, crawling, wings draped so they can see just how beautiful they are. You are to be an exemplary servant, making others jealous. If i have to discipline you for actions in public, I will rend flesh from bone with the single tail and you will be strung from the wall in the servants quarters as an example. If your actions are terribly offensive, you will end up stuffed like a bear in my study. <br><br>She stopped walking and turned to face him. Her crop caressed the underside of his chin, lifting his face to hers.<br>Look me in the eyes so I know you're understanding me Felix. I will not be made a fool of by a creature like you, and if I must tire my arm on you, you will spend a week regretting your willful insubordination. Let me know you understand.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 01:21:20</strong>
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				Micah would listen quietly to Andrea spoke, heaving a gentle sigh. the good thing out of this, was that his didn't have to wear the shirt. he would take it off quickly, setting it in a small pile between his knees. he flexed his wings a little, adjusting to the new weight he wore. it was much later, but the chains would still prevent him from flight.<br><br>Micah would listen as she contempleted a name for him, hiding a smirk until she picked Felix. one of his most cruel masters had famed him Felix, and beat him mercilessly just because of his name. he started to tremble, anger gathering within him as she continued to speak, though the touch of her riding crop made him remember his place. he would look up as she commanded, ears tight against his skull, his blue-black irises spiraling slowly as he seethed. she would receive a feeling of affirmation. he understood well, and would do as he was asked, for now. he didn't know what she had planned for him, but he would not end up stuffed like some trophy, that much was for sure.<br><br>a name would start swirling through her mind, softly at first, but the longer she maintained eye contact with him, the louder it got. she would realize, as it almost became a shout. it was a name. over and over again, said by many different voices, in many different tones. &lt;Micah!&gt;
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				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 05:52:36</strong>
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				She savored the intensity in his blue eyes, feeling his fear and indignation like a blanket draped around her shoulders. The crop looked delectable against the red of his fur, but the voices in her head began to make a coherent word. Her laughter echoed around the library as the name appeared in her mind. She'd won at least one small battle and this was delightful. Walking back over to her chair, she sat and patted her calf with the crop again.<br><br>Micah? I like Felix better, but I'm sure you'll do better with the name you're used to. Nathaniel, change the name to Micah. Come here boy, sit on my left side while I work.<br><br>She knew the older vampire had heard her command and she'd have the collar shortly. Looking down at her pet she smiled, fangs exposed and eyes&nbsp; glittering. She liked that he was so well trained, but the insolence was frustrating. She pulled her pen from the inkwell and began writing again. Thinking for a long moment, she wondered if he could read despite what the auctioneer had said. Sitting back she wrote the name of the book she wanted and dangled the piece of paper from her left hand. <br><br>It's on the other side of the library. Fetch it for me, and a glass of blood wine, 1823 Merlot please.<br><br>She didn't care how she managed both tasks, as long as he did them quickly and efficiently. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 06:18:16</strong>
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				Micah would hold her gaze as long as she would allow him, moving on all fours to her side, sitting there in silence. he hated that he gave in to her games, but his had some secrets still, and he would keep them as long as he could. he sighs softly, sitting on his haunches and listening to her scribbling on the paper. he sat there and cleaned out some remaining grime from under his nails, extending them into claws a moment before retracting them. he briefly considered turning on his new mistress, but quelled the thought for now. it wouldn't do to have a murder on his hands. he would give her one hell of a fight though, if it came to that for his life.<br><br>he blinked out of his musing as a piece of paper was held to him. he takes it, looking at the characters there. he would recognize the numbers, and takes the note, holding it between his lips. he moves swiftly to the other side of the library, looking through the various bottles. he would pull them swiftly one at a time, looking at the labels quickly until he finds one that matches the lettering on the note. it would be apparent he wasn't comprehending what was written, merely matching the characters. clutching the bottle against his chest, he walks on three back to her, taking the bottle and setting it up on her desk before sitting back as her left.
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				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 03:22:14</strong>
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				She listened to his chains rattle as he went moving through the library. Her pen kept scratching over the paper as she transcribed her thoughts and memories. Finally, he was approaching again, the gait off where he was carrying her requested items. He set them noiselessly on the desk next to her. Reaching over, she simply poured herself a glass of the wine and sat back in her chair. Looking down at her pet, she reached over and scratched his ears as a human would a dogs. <br><br>As she drank her wine and stroked his head, she contemplated why she had been willing to spend so much money on him. He could have been modeled after the creature in her favorite romance novel. But instead of sweeping the heroine off to her bedroom for passionate lovemaking, her pet was mute and enslaved. Her purple eyes glittered as she lounged, nails digging into the scruff of his neck absently. Her voice spoke to noone as much as it was directed at Micah.<br><br>What am I going to do with you Micah?<br><br>She heard the shuffle of Nathaniel's boots as he brought the collar to her.&nbsp; Looking up she took the metal circlet and looked over the intricate work. A wide part would sit across the back of his neck and was inscribed with his name while the front narrowed before it clipped into a medallion sized replica of her family shield which hid a locking mechanism. It was perfect as all of Nathaniel's work was and she'd make sure he'd be rewarded for this masterpiece. <br><br>Well it seems we'll get you prepared to be presented formally.<br><br>Turning in her chair, she gently eased the collar around this neck sliding the clasp together. Sitting back and admiring the silver on his red fur, Andrea bit into her finger. Tapping his chin up with her other hand, she looked at the crest to make sure it had latched right. Confident it was secure and he was not having problems breathing, she placed her fingertip to the seal, locking the collar to all but her. As she looked into his eyes, her voice was soft and almost wistful.<br><br>Micah..<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 04:01:10</strong>
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				Micah would sit there, accepting the petting as would be expected from a simple pet. it did kind of feel good, and he would lean into the touch, heaving a gentle sigh. his ears would perk back as she spoke, and he would cast a sideways glance to her. he thought to himself that she could free him, let him find out what real life was like. he would keep his thoughts to himself, but sighed anyways. <br><br>Micah would look up as the man brought her the collar, sighing softly. at least it would cover the scar across his neck. he ran his fingers under the collar, adjusting his fur around it. it wasn't bad really, and fit pretty good. he would tilt his head up as she commanded, feeling her apply pressure to the medallion on his throat. he tensed slightly as she mentioned being presented formally. he didn't like being put on display, but he would do what he had to.<br><br>he was looking down and contemplating what she had said when he heard his name come almost wistfully from her lips. flinching a bit, he would turn and look to her without making direct eye contact, awaiting her orders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 08:15:55</strong>
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				Oh creature, I have no idea what to do with you right now<br><br>She sighed softly and looked at the windows. It would be dawn soon and the woman needed some sleep before explaining her purchase to her father the next eve. Finishing her wine, she closed and sealed her journal as she had his collar, a single drop of blood from her right hand. Tucking the journal into her desk she stood and began walking towards her rooms, confident Micah would follow. <br><br>As she moved down the hall she listened to the servants finishing their evening chores before retiring to their own chambers to sleep. She intentionally went the long way to avoid Ami's suite so she wouldn't have to get the warnings about allowing a new slave to sleep in her quarters. As they walked she casually pointed out rooms to Micah so he would know where they were if she was ever inclined to send him to one. Finally approaching her suite, she opened the door and gestured for the male to enter. Closing the door behind her, she sat at her dressing table and began removing her jewels. <br><br>Draw the curtains and a bath Micah. Candles would be appreciated as well as some of the turkish bath salts and lavender oils.<br><br>She wondered why she had instructed him so specifically, knowing she would have liked to see what he managed on his own. If he had been a boudoir slave before she would hope he knew how to draw a ladies bath and undress her. But it was his first eve in her presence, so she would test his dexterity with her bodice another time. She carefully placed her belongings where they went and removed her clothing, wrapping in a soft black silk robe before going towards her bathroom, interested to see what he had managed to do. Her steps were silent as they approached her new pet, happy to see someone had seen fit to create a bed of sorts for him from cushions and blankets. She saw no need to encourage his willful behavior at this point, content to show him some tenderness in hopes of building some kind of trust. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 12:26:58</strong>
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				Micah withheld a grimace as she called him creature, but would move to follow her on all fours, preferring to remain as unobtrusive as possible. he was used to moving about on his hands and toes, so he moved fluidly, his back level like an animal. his wings would fold in against his back, holding his hair out of the way. he would keep glancing out of the corners of his eyes, memorizing everything, especially the rooms she had pointed out, using the library as a point of reference. he sat on his knees as he entered the room, awaiting her orders, ears forward with his gaze down.<br><br>Micah was lucky he had been a slave to rich people that treated him as a personal servant and not just a pet, and had memorized certain scents to certain words. so when he was commanded to pull the curtains and go draw her bath, he moved swiftly. he would stand only long enough to draw the curtains closed, before moving to the bathroom. making a quick assumption, he would make sure he was out of sight enough to shift one hand to human form to adjust the water to the right temperature, adding the oils and salts when the time was right. he would estimate the right amount, before shifting his hand back, his ears twisted back. he had heard her approach shortly after his hand had shifted back, glad he had prevented one secret from getting out of the bag. he would take one candle from the holder and find a flame source, lighting it. he would walk swiftly but in a way that kept the flame from dying out, moving about and lighting the candles on his two feet.<br><br>Micah would replace the one candle he had used, then drop to his knees by the tub, hands flat on his thighs, head down and ears back. he kept his wings folded behind him tightly, not even flicking his tail as she approached. he was as still as a statue, awaiting her command.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 00:25:45</strong>
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				She was pleased to see him kneeling by the tub when she walked in. Everything looked perfect to a quick check and the scent bubbling from the water smelled heavenly. She walked over and dipped a hand in the water happy to find it perfectly warm. Turning her back to him she slid free from the black robe leaving it for him to hang. As the silk flowed off her hands she stepped into the water and slid down into the watery retreat. She'd left her hair pinned up for the time being so she could see how dexterous his paws were, the raven locks only simply dressed. <br><br>As the water came up around her neck, entombing her body in the steamy water, she let the stresses of the day seep from her pores and into the rejuvenating waters. Purple eyes were hidden behind heavy eyelids and she let her mind open up completely, wandering through a storyline from her favorite novel. Her voice was soft and gentle as she relaxed into the thoughts. <br>Will you turn on some music? Player is in the cabinet on the far end of the bathroom. And then will you take down my hair?<br><br>Her demands had become requests as Andrea relaxed into the bath. She always felt so safe and protected surrounded in her claw footed bathtub filled with steaming water. The only better place was the middle of the lake under a new moon. As she laid there, she let the images fill her mind, soothing the hungers within. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 01:35:16</strong>
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				Micah would move to hang up the delicate silk garment, his eyes scanning over it to make sure it didn't hang up with wrinkles. he would then move back to the tub, kneeling in silence. he would frown a bit as he caught her thoughts, and he felt his skin flush under his fur. he would try to avoid reading her thoughts directly, and ignore was what broadcast to him. <br><br>hearing her request, he would stand and move to the music player, picking an image from her mind on how to work the thing. it wouldn't take too long before he would move around until he could work at her hair. he would take only a second to see how it was pinned, then with both speed and surprising gentleness, removed the pins and other things that held her hair in place. he would gently let her hair down, running his fingers softly through it to get it straightened back up.<br><br>once done with his task, he would move to a kneeling position beside the tub, awaiting her pleasure once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 01:25:33</strong>
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				As she soaked in the water, Andrea kept relaxing, ignoring all but the liquid comfort. But it wasn't to last. As her mind continued through the story, she heard the crack of splintering wood and she sat bolt upright in the tub, grasping a towel to her chest as she tried to get out of the tub before he made it into the bathroom. Stumbling she almost fell&nbsp; into Micah grabbing the robe and throwing it around her before the bathroom door flung open. Standing there was a large male vampire, silver temples showing his age, the same brand she wore gracing the tie around his neck. She dropped her head and looked to the floor, damp black strands framing her face. <br>Father....I...<br><br>Oh silence you insolent brat. I warned you against buying another useless slave. You have enough toys to amuse yourself with, this one is of no use. And not only did you buy some muttblood piece of shit, you invite him into your chambers! Have you learned nothing of propriety you useless bitch. This is not some fantasy where your actions have no punishment. $15,000 for this whelp!<br><br>Andrea righted herself as her father lambasted her, the immaculate posture drooping as she took the verbal abuse. She looked up in time to see the hand flying across her face making her crumple to the floor. She looked up, purple eyes shedding tears of blood as she tried to react to the violent outburst.<br><br>Father please... I meant no harm...<br><br>SILENCE.<br><br>This time the powerful hands knotted into raven locks drawing a shrill cry as he drew her to her feet again and began dragging her back into her bedroom. She was frantic trying to free herself, knowing she was in danger if she couldn't free herself soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 01:56:58</strong>
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				Micah was taken by surprise by the sudden interruption. he was barely able to stumble out of the way, remaining silent as the main rained abuse upon his daughter. he was going to keep out of the way until she was slapped. not knowing why, or where it came from, but as the father grabbed a handful of her hair, a feral, hoarse roar rumbled out of him. due to his vampiric blood, he was faster and stronger than he appeared, and the anthro would have the father's wrist in a flash, claws digging into his flesh. once the hand loosened from her hair, he would then slam his other palm into her father's chest, sending him flying across the room. <br><br>Micah would be on the man in a flash, claws and fists flashing before he could react. it took only a minute or two, but by the time the anthro was finished with the man, his clothes were shredded and his flesh was bruised and torn in several places. none of the wounds were lethal, but it got the message across. <br><br>Micah would grab the vampire by the throat, lifting him high in the air, snarling deeply and curling his claws into his flesh, threatening to squeeze the life from him. his eyes would shift to a glowing red in his anger. the anthro's true voice would rumble out, hoarse and crackling, but no less menacing.<br><br>Do not touch my master again. i am no toy, nor am i a whelp. the anthro would move to the door of her room, still holding the man in the air, before tossing him full force out the doorway and against the wall. were the vampire human, the impact would have killed him.<br><br>Micah would close the door soundly, locking it and moving swiftly back to his mistress, concern coloring his blue-black irises. his voice would sound faintly in her mind as he crouched beside her.<br><br>&lt;Mistress?&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 02:12:17</strong>
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				She barely had time to register what was happening. She heard Micah roar&nbsp; and before she could do anything she saw the flash of his red fur over her and her hair was released sending her slamming to the floor once more. The blow stunned her, but not enough to miss what happened. Her slave was attacking her father viciously, protecting her from his wrath. The sound of his true voice made her jaw drop and she sat, incapacitated with disbelief as he manhandled her father out of the room as if he were nothing but a frail human. She telepathically summoned servants to collect her father and take him to his quarters before he awoke as Micah walked back across to the room towards her. <br><br>She backed away a little as he spoke into her mind once more. Purple eyes looked at him, a mixture of admiration, fear and awe drinking in her pet with a new light. Her voice was soft and a little fearful. <br><br>What are you Micah...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 02:24:31</strong>
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				Micah would feel her fear, and it made him cringe a bit. he would take her by the hand and elbow, helping her back to her feet. his wings folded around his shoulders to conceal his body. he would guide her to the bed and gently seat her, as he went to get a brush from the bathroom, avoiding the question a moment. as he returned, his would venture to make eye contact, a frown pulling at the mobile corner of his foxish lips.<br><br>&lt;i am.&gt;<br><br>Micah would say simply. while in the bathroom, he had washed the blood and flesh from his nails and fur. he would move to sit behind her, gathering her wet hair behind her and starting from the bottom and working his way up, he would brush her hair. he was surprisingly gentle for a male, little to no tugging or pulling at her scalp from his tender ministrations. in short order, her hair was brushed out fully and deftly french braided without a hair out of place.<br><br>&lt;i am a pleasure slave. a blood doll. a bodyguard. a punching bag. i am whatever you want me to be. you spent $15,000 on me, and i am better trained than even my last master knew.&gt;<br><br>Micah's voice would come softly back into her mind, ever shy to speak to her. however, his cover was blown now, so no point in hiding the fact that he was smarter than he appear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 03:53:39</strong>
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				She tensed when he reached for her, relieved that he only helped her back into bed. She sat there, the scent of her father's blood permeating the room and making her hungry.When he came back, she looked into his eyes, the strange blue spirals making her feel strange. She saw the brush in his hand and wondered what he had in mind with it. As he slid behind her, she tensed again. But then the gentle feel of his fingers working the knots free, the brush smoothing the damp strands before it was twisted into a neat braid, made her relax again. <br><br>His voice in her mind made her question everything, wondering what on earth she could do with such an unusual creature. He was handsome, strong, passionate, protective... she turned and purple met blue fully. <br><br>Thank you Micah. This was the first time anyone stood up to my father in my defense.<br><br>She slowly reached up and touched his cheek before she found herself kissing him softly. Her fingers stroked the fur of his cheek as her lips caressed his muzzle. As the kiss ended, a violent blush took over her face as she leaned back and looked at him.<br><br>I'm sorry..<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 12:08:15</strong>
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				Micah was surprised to hear thanks directed towards him, since none had ever thanked him for anything in his life. he blinked a bit and was about to speak before she pressed her lips to his muzzle, and fell into stunned silence a moment. his thoughts rushed through his head as the flesh under his fur started to heat up. she would practically feel the heat radiating from his fur, and he suddenly ducked his head shyly. the apology that followed made him return his gaze to her. he blinked and shook his head, his long hair cascading down his back and between his wings.<br><br>&lt;no mistress... you do not have to apologize to me. i am not worth the consideration. i am here to serve you in any manner you desire. so please, don't waste an apology on me.&gt;<br><br>Micah would say with complete sincerity, truly believing he was not worth the consideration at all. the anthro's features would blur slightly as she looked upon him, and his face flattened into normal human features, his fur melding into his flesh. in a matter of seconds, the furred anthro had shifted to an athletic, tanned, well muscled human. the only things left unchanged was his ever whirling irises and his large black velvet covered wings. his flesh had a reddish tint to it, giving him the slight look of a native american. he would be able to pull off the beads and feathers braided into his hair very well, if anyone took the consideration to try it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 06:41:47</strong>
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				She listened to him degrade himself, unsure if she should be pleased or upset with his response. She had hoped so badly he was not so broken he couldn't be her fantasy. But it seemed that was not the case. What the anthro didn't know is that it didn't matter. He'd won her admiration and affection by defending her, and protecting her from receiving a lashing. When it came down to it, she was not much more than a servant to her bloodline. She had a title and expectations to worry over and her master was her father. She had to obey his every whim or face down his braided one tail.<br><br>As she sat, she looked up, purple eyes drinking in the magic that was his transformation to a human form. Goddess help her, she'd had no idea he was that unique. She looked over the male as he shifted to a winged human form, admiring every inch of his body she could see, wanting to touch but feeling wrong to do so. This was not the creature she had purchased, that had been a winged fox, not a winged man. The vampire really was astonished, having never been allowed to have a werewolf or lycan servant she'd never been around a transforming individual. Most vampires of blood thought such trickery was childish, preferring a human form with extended fangs. <br><br>Andrea had always gotten lectures about shifting to odd forms when she was a child. Now the lectures were about hiding her fangs. She preferred to keep them neatly hidden so they didn't collect lipstick on their tips, looking trashy. She loved the idea of being able to shift freely into any form and finally her curiosity won over. She extended a hand and touched down Micah's abs, amazed it was a real transformation not just a glamour. Purple met blue as he hand rested on his warm skin.<br><br>Have you always been able to take human form?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 06:51:54</strong>
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				Micah looks down and nods a bit, waiting to be struck for his resistance. he would sit there, almost trembling at her touch. <br><br>&lt;it's.... it's how my people could breed with other races...&gt;<br><br>Micah's mind spoke softly, his eyes still remaining down. he rarely shifted for his owners, unless they wanted him to please them. this way, he wouldn't hurt the women he slept with. it could be problematic if he didn't. he would allow his hair to fall into his face to hide it. in this form, the scar across his neck would be more visible, as were the various other scars he had acquired over the years.<br><br>&lt;if you want, i shall keep this form hidden from your father...&gt;<br><br>Micah would mutter again, once more, awaiting a beating that may or may not come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 07:09:33</strong>
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				She reached up and brushed the hair from his cheek, looking over his incredible features in this form. The mention of breeding made her blush a little, realizing how little he actually wore as they sat side by side on her bed. She lightly traced her fingers over each scar in turn, gently lifting his chin to see the one that had crippled his voice. At the mention of her father she nodded and lightly kissed his shoulder, almost intoxicated with the scent of his human form. <br><br>That would be wise... and anyone else in the house unless you have dire need to use this form.<br><br>Really, she wanted to keep the beauty of this form to herself. The other was exotic for sure, but this form was truly heavenly. Lightly caressing the dark strands, she realized she couldn't keep her hands off of him. Blushing more vividly, she slid away, aware of the heat growing in her own body. She wondered if this form had some unusual aphrodisiac properties that helped attract breeding mates. But she knew it was just that he looked handmade for her, just as he had in his anthro form. She wanted to deeply to kiss him again, to feel him kiss her back, but again it felt wrong to her now. He'd protected her, so she couldn't treat him as just another mindless slave. Looking around she stood, still shaky on her legs from all the excitement, and walked over to her dresser, selecting a light black silk night gown that caressed her curves. Hanging the robe she walked over to the bed and sat next to him once more.<br><br>She wanted him to want her too. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 07:31:33</strong>
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				Micah heaved a sigh of relief when the beating did not come. he would nod a bit, smiling just slightly, though it would fade quickly. he had no real reason to shift to this form unless she wanted him in some way. his secret would remain between her and himself.<br><br>&lt;as you command.&gt;<br><br>Micah would say simply, looking up as she moved to the dresser. he would watch her change, hiding his blush behind his hair, she was kinder to him already, than many were in the past. he would keep her safe at all costs, even if he had to lay down his life to do so. he would remain in this form for a while, since it seemed to please her, and he wanted make sure she remained happy. as she came and sat by him, he would move a wing to curl lightly around her shoulders, as if offering some comfort from what just happened. his actions were tentative though, not sure if she would want the touch or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 08:02:07</strong>
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				The soft caress of his wing on her bare shoulder sent a shiver through her that made sensitive skin stand to attention. She felt the velvety caress and she leaned in against him gently. It had been a long time since she'd let anyone this close physically, and never in her life had she let someone see her real relationship with her father. Black braid draped over his shoulder as she rested her head on the well muscled form. Softly she whispered against his neck, warm breath teasing his skin. <br><br>I'd like it if you held me tonight. I enjoy your warmth.<br><br>She didn't make eye contact, slowly moving across the bed to lay down, making sure he could see she was inviting him to sleep beside her.&nbsp; She was being incredibly trusting exposing her back to him like this, unarmed and undefended. She knew he could probably smell her arousal, subtle as it might have been at that point, but she didn't care. She wanted to feel his form against her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 08:12:59</strong>
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				Micah would move slowly to stretch his lean frame behind her, one wing stretching back behind him, his other moving to fold over her as one arm slide cautiously across her side. he would press his lean frame against hers, sighing softly at the gentle warmth. her arousal would reach his nostrils, and something inside him responded, though he would be able to repress the outward signs of it. his hips would shift slightly against her though, the only indication that he could read her body language.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 08:25:31</strong>
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				As she felt him press against her back, she couldn't stop a soft moan of delight. He was so incredibly warm, and the heat literally radiated from his skin. Carefully she curled her fingers around his holding his arm tightly around her body. The shift of his hips against her backside made her lightly chew her bottom lip. His wing made it like a small cocoon around them, but she felt like she needed it to be a little more intimate. Carefully, she slipped out of his grasp, pulling the curtains of the bed around them, making the space around them almost black. Carefully she lit a single candle in the wall sconce above the headboard. The flickering light was more than enough for her to see every detail on his incredible form. <br><br>Content it felt right, she slipped back into her space against his chest under his wing. This way he would have time to shift back to his fur if someone entered unexpectedly. And it wasn't unusual for Andrea to sleep with the curtains drawn around her bed like this, so it would raise no suspicion. As she slid back against him, she felt her body warm even more, her nipples straining the fabric of her top with the excitement of a male being so close in such an intimate setting. It had been entirely too long. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 09:29:25</strong>
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				Micah would watch her set up the room, considering the advantage of this set up, nodding slightly to himself. once she settled back against his chest, one hand would caress her side softly, her night gown shifting up slightly with the movement. her arousal was intoxicating to him, and he wasn't able to contain himself much longer. he would nuzzle the back of her neck softly, his tongue darting out to taste her flesh before grazing his teeth lightly against her skin. testing the waters, he would move his hand to cup a breast, fingers brushing against the peak through the fabric. his hips would shift slowly against hers once more, teasing her into submission to his control.&nbsp; now he was in his element, wanting to prove his worth to the woman, just to make sure she would not toss him back to the block where she found him. every action, caress, and tease, was testing the limits, seeing how much he could take dominance of the situation. with every positive reaction he got, his movements and attention would grow more daring, his tongue dancing on her flesh, his wing moving over the exposed flesh in a light, sensual manner. he was indeed well trained, and would ply every ounce of his skill to her pleasure, willing to play all his cards this night, should she desire it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 21:34:17</strong>
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				Feeling his attention, Andrea began whimpering softly. It felt so amazing, his hands and mouth finding the tender points on her form effortlessly. She could tell he was exploring seeing how far he could go without upsetting her, and it only aroused her more. She focused on every sensation, savoring it moment by moment. <br><br>The caress of his tongue and teeth made her purr, pressing herself tighter against his chest, suddenly aware of the silk barrier between them. The feel of his hand on her breast, teasing her nipples over the silk drew a longing sigh from the full red lips. He was so gentle with her, despite the situation they were in. It would have been so easy for him to simply ravage her to satisfy his lust. But he was taking his time to make it pleasurable for them both.<br><br>As he caressed his with his wing she slowly rolled over to face him. Fingers caressed his cheeks before she leaned in and kissed him passionately. As her tongue danced slowly across his lips, she wrapped one leg around his hip pulling his body tightly to hers. She lightly pressed her nails against his skull, scratching his scalp as she moaned into the kiss. When she pulled away, her voice came against his neck, soft and full of desire. <br><br>Micah..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 11:18:03</strong>
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				Micah would enjoy the moment of dominance, taking his time to savor the moment. it was not often a mistress allowed him to be the dominant one in the situation. the anthro would adjust to let her roll over and face him, groaning softly into the kiss as he shifted his lean frame over hers, pressing against her and shifting his hips against hers lightly.<br><br>Micah would stop the moment she said his name, a soft purr rumbling from his chest as he pulled away enough to look at her face. he could tell by her tone that he wasn't going to be reprimanded, but he was curious as to the desire of his mistress. looking deep into her eyes, his voice would sound in her mind, the very feline purr never ceasing.<br><br>&lt;yes mistress? what is your desire?&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 06:12:19</strong>
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				Fingers curled into the soft strands of his hair, purple eyes still admiring his human features. She leaned forward and kissed him again, slow and full of desire. <br><br>Only thing I want right now is you Micah. Show me what you enjoy.<br><br>Her purple eyes glittered in the low light as she looked into his of spiraled blue. She really wanted to see where he could take her without being told. Her silk clad curves pressed against his body, her fingers exploring the contours of his bare chest. <br><br>Will you undress us?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 10:58:51</strong>
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				Micah would cast the woman under him a confused look for a moment, surrendering to the kiss a moment, his just as full of desire as hers. it was that reason why he was confused, because he hand never had complete dominance of a mistress, always the one to do as he was told. however, he was told to show her what he enjoyed, which led to a great deal of inner conflict. however, instead of letting it stop him, he would follow the second request as soon as she asked. in tantalizingly slow fashion, he would sit up enough to remove the silk night gown, his fingers moving to caress the newly exposed flesh after tossing aside the silken garment. gazing down at her, his inner beast would come out, and he could not strip out of his clothing fast enough.<br><br>Already, Micah was fully erect, graced with an impressive length and girth. if she weren't a vampire, the coming encounter would hurt more than just a little bit. however, somehow he knew this would not be the case now. nudging her legs open with a knee, the lean anthro would situate himself over the woman, hands beside both shoulders, and his wings arched over them, as if he were a bird of prey protecting his meal. the head of his manhood would press against her folds, and after a couple of slow pumps to gain slight entrance, he thrust himself hard into her, holding himself in her to allow her a moment to adjust to his size.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 21:10:22</strong>
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				Andrea didn't acknowledge his confusion. He was a man, and the heat coming from his groin told her he would indulge in her desire soon enough. As his hands slid the silk from her skin, she moaned softly. It was possibly the most delicious foreplay having him expose her flesh for them to share the moment. She felt his hands touching her bare skin, drawing kittenish whimpers from her, making her womanhood grow hot and wet almost instantly. <br><br>As he stripped from the simple slacks her staff had dressed him in, she was amazed at the size of him, perhaps triple her first lover. This would be painful, but the type of pain that only made her pussy grow wetter with excitement. As he spread her thighs, Andrea arched her hips up from the bed, silently inviting him into her as the scent of desire surrounded them. Before she could blink, she felt his weight shift over the bed, his wings covering her face, casting them in an almost dangerous darkness, face to face, groin to groin. <br><br>As the head of his erection pressed into her, she bit into her lip, amazed how thick he was. She focused on breathing slowly to control herself as the motion of their hips worked the massive cock deeper into her tight wet channel. She felt like he could split her in two as he eased the massive head inside of her, but then a sudden thrust of his hips forced her open around him, making her take every inch of him with a sensual ferocity. Her hands found the small of his back as her legs curled around his lean hips, holding him in place. <br><br>The unmistakable scent of blood slowly permeated the space, as if he'd broken her maidenhood all over again. She wouldn't complain, not even a moment. Just this, the pressure of him inside her, her own core throbbing and stroking his length, was more gratifying than any night with any other male. As they laid there, pressed close as her body adjusted to him, she felt the soft hair above his manhood&nbsp; caress her clit. The little bundle of pleasure was distended from the sheer size of him within her, exposing it to an ocean of new sensations. Her fingers curled into his hair pulling him into another long slow hungry kiss. She knew he would wait forever if she asked him to, but she wanted this time to be what he wanted, a reward for protecting her. She nuzzled his neck, nodding, letting him know she was ready.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 10:42:17</strong>
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				Micah would feel her nod against his neck, and slowly start withdrawing his manhood. once the head was just barely out of her, he would thrust himself firmly into her again, only to repeat the motion a few more times. he would stay slow for a little bit, only to ensure her comfort, before he stopped holding back. a quick shift in his position, and he started thrusting himself hard into her depths, the tip of his manhood pressing more and more against the entrance to her cervix.<br><br>Micah had the stamina to hold out for quite a while, so she would be getting the full measure of his experience this night. however, she would know the rough, fierce lover he could be, perhaps enough to keep her happy enough with him to keep him.<br><br>Micah would hook his arms around her thighs, pulling her legs over his shoulders. shifting his position once more, he would press her in half, his hands moving to hold and claw at her hips as his manhood finally penetrated into her cervix. in long, hard motions, he would draw himself out and in of her, giving her more than a run for her money. as time went on, he would also increase his pace, which in turn gave more force to his thrusts. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 23:02:56</strong>
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				Andrea gasped as he withdrew, feeling as if he was leaving a huge void in her core. She was amazed at how incredible it felt all the same. When he pushed back in, it drew a soft sigh from her lips. Other lovers has been more about marking her with their lovemaking and being done, not about satisfying her along with them. This was slow and tender, but before long, she felt him increase his pace and power, driving deeper than before, making her yelp. <br><br>Her eyes watered as she felt him testing her depths with a brutal need from them both. The curve of his arms under her legs, changing the angle of his penetration made her voice catch. His cock had already made her clit stand out for his attention, but this new position gave him better angles to assault the slowly swelling bundle of nerves that was her g-spot. But the sudden violation of her womb itself when he pressed past her cervix, was enough to make her cry out again. <br><br>She kept rambling incoherently in an unknown language, something ancient and primal, the only word distinguishable being his name. The violation of her very centre made the woman howl like a wanton whore putting on a show. But this was all her, the untapped sexual demon deep within her. Pain and pleasure, his cock tormenting her core and pleasuring her clit all at once as she writhed. <br><br>Her nails dug into the skin at the apex of his shoulders as she cried out, climaxing from the incredible pleasure derived from pain. As she felt her body tense and tremble, gripping him deeply with her core as she felt her arousal flood around his cock. She thought she'd felt orgasms before, but the gut wrenching cry from her was more than enough to tell her THIS was what it should feel like. Her vision went white and she cried out his name.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 13:50:26</strong>
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				Micah would continue his pace within her, her cries all the encouragement he needed to keep going. feeling her burst against him, he shifted tactics, still not even close to his own climax. he would let her legs slide back down to his sides, though he was still sheathed deeply within her. his hands would move down her sides a moment, his nails extending into claws as he started to move back up her flesh. he was able to keep at the same pace without breaking stride while changing positions, though a couple of ideas came to mind. depending on how she reacted to their present position, he keep his thoughts on the back burner for the time being. he did take this moment to open his mind to his mistress', letting the flood of sensation from his point of view flow into her. no only was she feeling the pain and pleasure he was giving her, but she would feel the pleasure he was having in pleasing her. the whole while, the lean anthro would keep assailing her with a flood of sensations, painful and pleasurable all at once. he was sure she would get another orgasm or two before the night was up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 06:43:12</strong>
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				Renee wanted to cling to him, to hold the anthro tightly to her chest as she climaxed, but he had other plans. He rode her hard through the orgasm, drawing more cries, and tremors of arousal from her. As he dropped her legs to drape over his hips, it forced an unusual arch in her spine, pushing his manhood up against her G-spot with more intensity than before. She was completely adrift on the ocean of his attentions, body his for the taking. As she felt his claws slide over her chest, she whimpered, the pain only highlighting every other sensation wracking her form in the moment. <br><br>But there was more... when his mind opened to hers, it was like the lights had finally been turned on. She could see everything he saw through the sensations he shared, the curve of her body against his, the intense heat of her gloving his throbbing erection. She couldn't hold back any longer and another shrill cry of lust filled the air. She knew her female cream would soak the bed if he was to withdraw now, the juices of her arousal flowing as if a font of lust poured from between her thighs. <br><br>But that wasn't far from the truth. Never had someone so deeply tapped into her desires, and the anthro slave had done it effortlessly. Her voice was raspy as it finally came through in coherent words. <br>Goddess be! Don't stop Micah!! I want to feel your seed deep inside me!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 14:54:24</strong>
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				Micah would groan softly as he continued to power into her, shivering a bit as he felt orgasm after orgasm rip through her body. it pleased him to no end seeing her enjoying herself, and it gave him hope that she would keep him around for a while. he would keep her going for another hour or so before he would allow his own climax to even start to rise.<br><br>Micah's nearness to his own climax would be marked by the slight swelling of his manhood, even though he didn't want the moment to end. however, she had made her command for him, and he would obey. after a few moments longer, he would finally reach his peak, filling her womb hard with his seed. she would feel him burst with explosive force within her. shuddering hard, he would pump into a few more times with his momentum gradually slowing, then relax against her, his weight resting on her as he panted heavily from the exertion. his forehead rested against hers, however he kept alert, ready for any orders that may follow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 08:05:35</strong>
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				As his manhood swelled with his mounting release, a blood tear slid down Andrea's face. Her self control was lost in the animal pleasure of the moment and she didnt care. But the pleasure of his manhood was nothing compared to what came next. The heat of his seed filling her womb was like sunlight on her skin; the erotic fire so pure and unrestrained it sent another orgasm tearing through her body. Andrea thrashed like a madwoman, bucking into his last thrusts in a frenzy, body nearly convulsing in the blinding moment. She felt his weight descend on her like a warm blanket, soothing her erotic hysteria, making her cries calm to heaving breaths and moans. <br><br>When her arms finally relaxed, she curled them around his torso holding him close, pulling all of his weight against her. The feel of him still within her was comforting as her lips found his once more. Kisses were long slow passionate kisses as those shared between the most intimate of lovers should be. The vampire didn't want to think what hell dusk would bring, not when this night had brought her a companion of such incredible skill and tenderness. <br><br>The feel of him deep within her, his seed marking depths no other would ever touch, drew another silent tear from her. Fingers caressed the dark hair lovingly while the other hand explored the muscles of his back and the velvet of his wings. Her breathing calmed, her voice came a hoarse whisper. <br>My darling Micah..<br><br>No orders, no demands, but her thoughts wandered. She wanted more.&nbsp; To taste the cream of their passion on the skin of his manhood when he withdrew. But in the same thought, she had no desire to release him from the heat of her core. He belonged to her...and now... her heart belonged to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 16:54:56</strong>
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				Micah would settle comfortably over her, relaxing at her words. there were no commands to move one way or the other, so he chose to savor the moment while he could. he would be able remain in his human form for a while yet. he nuzzled gently into the hand caressing his hair and he would arch his back ever so slightly at her touch. he would lean in and gently lick her bloody tears from her face, the tender act with a slightly erotic edge to it. &lt;My beautiful Mistress...&gt; he mental words slid over her mind like a satin sheet over her flesh. he would lean in for more long, passionate kisses, relaxing further as exhaustion from his long day and night started to catch up to him. if it weren't for the fact she wanted his full weight against her, she would have seen his frame waver a bit as he tried to remain awake. however, his body's cry for sleep would soon be answered, willing or otherwise.<br><br>Micah's mind would reach to hers again, and silently, he let the images of his day and night move to her mind, as if watching a video in fast forward, ending in the beating of her father. along with it, came a silent plea for rest, if he was going to protect her from whatever horrors the morrow brought. &lt;if it pleases you, Mistress, your servant would like to rest, if only for an hour or two... i wish to have the energy to defend you, should it be needed.&gt; he said simply, half expecting a clap on the ear, and to be thrown from the bed for what may seem like a demand or laziness to any other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 23:06:12</strong>
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				His voice in her mind was comforting. His request was met with a nod, pressing her face into the curve of his shoulder. Voice was airy as she responded.&nbsp; <br><br>We should both sleep my dear. I'd like it if you held me while we slept. But it would be safer if you slept on the palate on the floor. <br><br>A soft sigh passed over her lips as she placed another kiss to his muscular shoulder. <br><br>It's your choice lover.<br><br>Perhaps a shower together right before dusk would be nice so they could face the world prepared. This thought in her mind, she drifted off imagining the feel of his fingers massaging her soapy skin in hot water. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 07:23:09</strong>
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				Micah blinked as she spoke, not used to be given a choice, but rather commands. however, the reason he came up with justified him sleeping beside her. he would be closer to her this way, should anything happen, and a person would have to get through his wings to get to her. so, he would be better able to defend her this way.<br><br>&lt;good night Mistress...&gt; he said, yawning softly.<br><br>The lean anthro would settle against the woman, holding her close with arms and wings before finally letting his eyes slide closed. he would soon drift off to sleep himself, though he would never enter very deeply into sleep. he had never been able to, since he had to always be on guard. he remained unmoving against her, and would remain pressed to her in whatever position she took, always sheltering her in his wings.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><strong>countinued to the next evening, with the sun just setting below the horizon.</strong></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 19:28:57</strong>
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				She was amazed when she woke as the sun began to set. She didn't remember the last time she had slept so soundly, spending the entire day curled snuggly against Micah in a deep dreamless slumber. As she began to stir she placed a few tender kisses to the muscular arm holding her. As her mind woke, she reached out into the house, finding only the servants beginning their nightly duties. She knew they needed to get prepared quickly for the day. Her father would be up by midnight and on a warpath for her head and Micah's. Andrea rolled over so she was nose to nose with him and placed another gentle kiss on his lips. <br><br>Goodeve my dear. We should get ready for the evening. It promises to be an eventful one. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 09:45:04</strong>
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				Micah awoke, feeling oddly refreshed from the night prior. then he remembered, he was sleeping in an actual bed with his mistress actually still in his arms. And, she roused him with kisses. he smiled slightly, looking down his muzzle to her. a frown came to his lips as he remembered what he did to her father, and he shook his head slightly. &lt;permission to speak, Mistress...&gt; his mind said timidly to hers. he was worried, and he feared he would have to have another fight with the vampire that was her father. he lay there, awaiting her permission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 23:05:55</strong>
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				Her fingers stroked the soft fur of his torso as he asked for permission to speak. She pressed close, pleased to find he was still nude against her in the safety of the curtain draped bed. <br><br>You may always speak to me Micah, but it would be safest if you keep your voice for my ears alone.<br><br>Andrea became aware of the scent of sex from the previous dawn, both in her skin and his fur. The scent made a throb ripple between her thighs, realizing the intimacy they had shared the night before had left her body tender and hyper sensitive. This only sent another erotic shiver through her making her nipples harden against his furred chest and drawing a blush to her cheeks. Fingers softly caressed his face and she kissed him again. <br><br>We should shower soon my darling. The house is beginning to wake. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 02:47:11</strong>
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				Micah let a small smile creep along his mobile lips.<br><br>&lt;that is why i speak with my mind. i can select who hears me and who doesn't&gt;<br><br>Micah caught scent of her rising desire, saw all the signs of it in her body, and had to suppress a smile as she kissed him again. he would nod in agreement to her words, opening his wing to release her.<br><br>&lt;if you like, i can keep my mind open for anyone coming close to your room while we shower&gt; he suggested, sitting up slowly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReneeLuna</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 07:16:38</strong>
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				She nodded to him and slowly ran her fingers over his wings as they opened. She couldn't believe how tender her body was from their mating, but in the same thought she savored the sensation. It was delicious and sinful and she basked in it. Standing slowly, she led him into the bathroom. She turned the water on in the shower and listened as it began beating against the natural stone that made the shower walls.&nbsp; As it began to steam, she became aware of her nudity. <br><br>Yes immortal flesh was perfect in most regards, but the woman couldn't help but have flashes of insecurity under the eyes of someone she felt so strongly for. Andrea looked into the mirror, eyes of vibrant purple meeting their reflection. Her dark hair was a royal mess from the raucous sex only hours before. After a moment of looking over the reflection, she turned to Micah. <br><br>Shall we jump in the shower love?<br><br>Her voice was soft and the request was accompanied by the eyes meeting his of swirling blue. He really was an incredibly handsome creature.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into Her Hands With Care (DartimusRae &amp; ReneeLuna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 12:08:57</strong>
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				Micah followed his mistress into the bathroom, shifting to his human form as he walked. he this time melded his wings into his back. the added muscle made him look a little more muscular, but didn't do much to change his appearance aside from make him look completely human. he was oblivious of his own nudity, past owners often kept him nearly nude as it was. he tilted his head curiously at the look she cast him... was that admiration?<br><br>&lt;if it pleases you mistress, then yes, we shall.&gt; his mind said softly to hers. the lean anthro let her enter first before stepping in behind her and closing the shower. his mind was wide open to the area, hearing the thoughts of all who neared the bedchamber doors. if any of the lords or ladies that lived in this place could hear thoughts like he did, there would be far less servants walking about.<br><br>before it was asked of him, he was already lathering up a washcloth and applying it to Andrea's lithe form. his capable hands both washing and massaging the tension from her body from the prior night. he started with her back and shoulders, moving gradually to her firm buttocks and thighs, then to her toned calves and feet. he was tender and attentive, making sure she was thoroughly washed and massaged in one area before moving to the next. he had been trained well, this was true, but he seemed to actually be enjoying taking care of the vampire with whom he showered.
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