Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}
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				Title: <strong>Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 04:45:24</strong>
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				Winter was coming, the air was crisp with the feeling of frost on the horizon. The birds had all flown south, at least those that had those migratory patterns, creatures were all becoming snug in their private areas. Even the humans, had started to hole themselves up. But that was the nature of Winter, it caused creatures to retreat into the warmth of their private areas. It gave them time to prepare for the hard work of the planting to come in the spring, the hard work of summer months, and the hard work of autumn harvest. Thus was the way of life, thus was the turning of the wheel. For many creatures, this wheel turned in many ways. For The Guardians, the start of Winter was their time to prepare for their meeting. The meeting they held at least once a year. <br><br>Aisling was getting prepared for that meeting, since her mother had officially handed the reigns over to her after last years meeting. Her mother was retiring, and Aisling had spent the last year as The Guardian of The Fae. Most of the Fae had no idea what the new Guardian even looked like, she had been very careful about that. Most didn't even bother to take back stories, since most had not made their return trips home yet. Aisling Draige, 24, and an anomaly even in her family of anomalies. A woman who was almost completely devoted into her task as The Guardian of the Fae, even if she found herself wholly unsuited. Her sister Sarah, was much better suited. She had a better grasp of magic and combat, both things needed to handle the Fae adequately. <br><br>But by whatever sheer twist of perverted fate... Aisling was the one chosen by the Fates. She was the one marked by the gods, to be the Guardian of the Fae. She bore the three point crown at the crook of neck and shoulder. <br><br>Aisling stopped for a moment, looking at herself in the mirror. She was even physically different then the rest in her family. Her mother and sisters were all lush creatures of passion. Her mother having two husbands, after her initial mate had passed away. Her sisters were all quite lustful in their pursuits. But Aisling looked nothing like them. She didn't even act like them. Staring at herself in the mirror, brought a spark of confusion to her. She didn't see anything, that a potential mate would even like. She spread her hands out across her stomach, fingers caressing the warm and soft skin. She felt soft to her own touch, but that was probably from the cocoa butter rub she used. She always took amazing care of her body, for a woman that didn't find herself useful to most around her. <br><br>Her hands spread out, as she turned to look in the length of the mirror. She didn't see what anyone could find like-able. She was petite, just barely hit five foot and two inches. She was very petite, as if her body was created out of porcelain. Given the fact that her skin tone was rather pale, if marred by the spattering of speckles across her tiny and pert nose, porcelain was an apt description. Her body had a bit of a figure, a near perfect hourglass, but that didn't mean much to her. She was still trying to figure it out, as she turned sideways. There wasn't much of a shape, in the mirror, that way. She brought her hands up, long and delicate fingers cupping her breasts. They were a good handful, and they looked pert and firm, but she couldn't see what others would see. <br><br>Her hands dropped as she reached for her clothing, putting on the layers needed to go out in the biting cold. She took time to put on her leggings, and then the jeans over them. The jeans which hugged what bit of a figure she had, and flared out around the bottom of the cuff. She pulled on her bra,&nbsp; her white understhirt, and finished it up with a bright red turtleneck sweater. She stopped for a moment to run her hands across the plush fabric, feeling the softness of the micro-plush like fabric. With a sigh of frustration the woman grabbed her hairbrush. <br><br>She brutally brushed through the coppery locks, pulling out tangles and knots almost viciously. The pain didn't bother her, she was used to pain. It came with the territory of being The Guardian. She quickly bound her hair up in a messy bun, at the base of her neck. The silken, slightly curly, strands now trapped and out of her way. Brown eyes stared back at her, from the mirror. Questions filling their depths. With a shake of her head, she threw on her windbreaker. She threw on her socks and boots, and took off outside. <br><br>It was a short walk, down the pathway of 'The Virgin Guardians' cottage. A cottage set up for the Guardian, before she managed to have a family. Her family stayed in the main part of the estate, and she was required to stay in the cottage that was close to the forest that held the Portal. Her long legged stride was quick, almost agitated, as she headed towards the forest and portal. She rubbed her hands together, as she walked a little quicker. With a heavy sigh, she entered the depth of the woods. She was looking for something, for her sister. Her sister Maria needed some herbs, that would only be around for a small period of time. <br><br>She crouched down, her fingers burying into the soul around the base of the plant, her mind turning over everything in her life. She muttered, mostly to herself, as she began to work on pulling the plant free from the ground. Even though she was focused on this task, she was on alert. The portal was only a short distance away, and even with her back turned, she would be alerted if it was in use. "Wonderful day, this is... damn stupid day... fucking hate this day... being The Guardian Sucks..." She muttered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 05:25:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1ojhkdm2p1qgbng7o1_1333080577_cover.png) </div>Frostbite stood in the center of an ever-growing ring of crystal, around which flowed the River Eternal. Stories, ones that were old even as Frostbite had come into life, rumored that the River was the source of all life, all creation. Having studied it for thousands of years, Frostbite felt otherwise; to him, the River Eternal was a symbol of change, not life. Life was complex, organized. Many people accused it of being chaotic and random, but the wonders of modern science had, at least in his opinion, proven those people wrong: the spiraling double-helix of DNA proved his hypothesis. <br><br>The River was change, and change was, in many ways, both ally and enemy of life. As it was with him: to a being of pure, congealed winter, change was often an unwelcome guest. Whenever the inevitable passing of his power came and spring reached its zenith, Frostbite found himself at odds with the River, which flowed pure and fast through his domain in those times. Then again, it was times like these that he felt the River was his ally, above all others.<br><br>Blossoming about the Winter Lord, the top inches of the River Eternal froze, delicate patterns of silvered ice stretching out, growing like the veins of some transparent flower, within which he was the bud. The air, too, shivered as the cold grew, escaping as much from within the Soul of Cold as much as the Fae realm that was his domain. Iced veins blossomed along the Fae man’s leanly muscular body, vines of pure, plural potency that were his right as first among his kind. First among most, truth be told. <br><br>It was almost time. Time for the crossing, time to visit the mortal realm yet again, to see those who called themselves Guardians and prevented those of his kind from behaving…poorly. At that thought, a wicked grin wound across the predatory Lord’s elfin face, making obvious just how alien and, in so many ways, inhuman he was. Alive so long, with blood of ice in his veins, perhaps Frostbite was, for all intents and purposes, an alien. <br><br>Finally, the time came. Winter on the mortal world had manifested so strongly that the River Eternal was a solid sheet of ice from one side of Frostbite’s kingdom to the other. A sign that it was time for him to go forth and play with the mortals who thought to use trade and long-winnowed power to keep him and his kind under their fragile heels. <br><br>-<br><br>On the other side of the world wall, from and around the Gateway, a misting of frost arose, spreading outward far more rapidly than normal. A clear sign that a fae was coming through. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 05:34:32</strong>
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				There it was, the creeping feeling of frost and ice. Winter was coming, it was time for the rise of Winter. Aisling felt the burning start, her mark searing with pain and fire. Her breath was caught in her throat as she curled up on the ground, her body almost in a fetal position as she tried to breath. This was the first time she had personally experienced the burn of the Winter Lord. Spring, Summer, Autumn... none of them had seared her the way this Fae was. Her breathing came in short gasps, tears of pain coursing down her face as the marked seared with an ice cold pain. Her mind was a flurry of confusion, as she realized that she had never felt a Fae with this kind of power, this kind of age. <br><br>Then slowly, the pain subsided, her breath misting in the chillier air. Aisling sat up, her bangs hiding her brown eyes for a moment. She gasped for breath, as the pain slowly receded from her. She stood up, rubbing her hands together for warmth, blowing on them as her eyes focused on the portal. The grotto was glowing, pulsing with energy and wintery light. The petite woman walked towards the portal, preparing herself for the arrival of Winter. Unaware that deep inside of her soul a barrier was breaking, cracking and fracturing, something was going to happen. <br><br>She cleared her throat, and waited for the pain to fully subside. "Welcome, Winter Lord, to the Realm of mortals. I am Aisling Draige, the Heir of the Previous Guardian." She said in a shaking voice. <em>Why am I afraid? Is it fear? Or am I feeling something else? What am I feeling?</em> Aisling whispered to herself mentally as she straightened her shoulders, trying to look as 'Guardian-like' as possible. She felt something warm flushing through her, a feeling she didn't quite understand. She mentally shook herself back into reality, even as she felt an odd tension slipping through her body. "I am here, to welcome you, and help guide you in gaining what you need to walk among the mortals."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 05:45:43</strong>
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				He came as a touch, a flitting, flirtatious caress of something so cold that it was, against all reason, hot. Like a sulfurous wind in reverse, Frostbite was a gale filled with the scents of permanence, of glacial purity, of air as clean and fresh as it could be, stored in ice that never melted, never saw the sun. Frost-berries and evergreen mixed with that scent too; a poignant reminder that winter was not death, so much as a war against time itself.<br><br>“Girl,” the frost-warm air breathed, exhaling across the new Guardian in a cat’s caress that somehow seemed to coil all around the girl’s tiny form. The energy within that tiny brushing, that gentle flickering of contact, was beyond knowing; a mind ageless, timeless, and far from benign. <br><br>“Little Guardian Girl,” the voice came again, the caress too, though this time from behind. Did something firmer than wind brush against the vulnerable young woman’s ass? Did some of that artificial heat slip beneath clothes to tease and taunt and torment, as though eager to play tender flesh into tautness? Perhaps. <br><br>“So young to bargain with Frostbite himself. Are you here to accompany me as I travel, or do you wish to discuss trade?” Mirth colored that voice, deep, sepulchral, and all-encompassing, the voice echoed from everywhere the cold touched, laced with bittersweet irony. Lord Winter knew the girl’s duties; his query was sharp, bitter banter, as deliberate and dangerous as frostbite itself. That the girl was there to watch and protect mortals was not lost on the ancient. Her role, it seemed, did little to instill anything resembling the honor most would give such a personage, regardless of age. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 05:55:16</strong>
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				Very few outside of the Draige family, knew of Aisling's oddness. The way she seemed to favor some seasons over others. She took a deep breath, her eyes closing, something akin to joy flashing over her young features. The sharp clean air, the feeling of 'winter' sliding into her body. The shivering cold, the sharp scents, it was something she was absolutely in love with. Winter, was her favorite season, but The Guardian of the Fae was not supposed to do such things. They were supposed to cherish each season equally. But ever since she had been a child, seen the dusting of frost on the windowpanes, she had been in love with this season. That infatuation lead into her older years as well, it seemed. <br><br>She was enchanted, entranced almost, by the beauty of this entity. By the power he exuded, like a simply donned cloak. Her eyes remained closed, as her head tilted back. Her body shaking with a tremor of something she didn't quite understand. She felt the tremor again, her body reacting instantly to the caress of cold. She wrapped her arms around her body, trying to keep herself a bit warmer. The tiny brushes of energy, the feeling of magic 'tasting' her, it was almost too much for her to handle at that moment. Her cheeks filled with a bright red tint, against the paleness of her skin. <br><br>Then it came from behind, and she literally squeaked as she jumped forward. Something had caressed her, brushing against her ass, seeming to get through all the layers of her clothing. Caressing the soft skin, that she kept hidden from many, touching her in a way that others had never been allowed. She found herself going up on her toes, trying to arch her body away from the touch, her chest thrusting out as she gave another squeak and a hop. She whirled around, trying to find the source of the voice. She had played games with the Fae before, but the laws stood that a Guardian was unable to make deals... unless her life was in danger. <br><br>"Lord, I may be young, but I have a duty to fulfill." She said her voice quivered, almost as much as her flesh quivered beneath the layers of fabric. Her breasts suddenly felt tender, reactive, nipples hard. She wondered if it was just the cold, or something more. She found herself chewing on the inside of her cheek, as her clothing seemed all too restrictive. But she rolled her shoulders, and worked hard on gathering her calm. "Lord Winter, please... can we leave the grotto and go to the Guardian's Cottage?" She asked politely, wishing she had control of her own body. Something odd was going on, and she aimed to find out what it was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 06:03:42</strong>
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				“Can we please?” the voice sighed, resonating in a way that conveyed amusement and disappointment all at once. And with those mixed emotions, the world around seemed to reflect them: hidden birds chirped mocking laughter, the trees swayed just a bit, the limbs reaching out as if to scold or tickle the girl – perhaps both. “May we please,” Frostbite corrected, even as the air before the young woman congealed into his more mundane form.<br><br>Frostbite was a fairly tall man, just over six feet, with the lithe, lean build of a swimmer crossed with a long distance runner. He had high cheekbones and sharp ears, with white hair that framed canted, overly large, predator’s eyes. He wore a suit of some sort of flexible, armor-looking material that seemed molded for his athletic body, a second skin that only enhanced, drawing the eyes to a deep chest and broad shoulders, with arms that looked strong enough to hold a woman for eternity, or crush some poor enemy to death. His hands were elegant, long-fingered, and tipped with blue-white nails that looked more like claws than fingernails had a right to. His lush, almost voluptuous mouth was a quirked grin of sardonic humor and within his infinite black-rimmed blue eyes was a promise, the promise of a being who had seen thousands of years, thousands of women, taken what he wanted countless times. In his gaze was the knowledge and prowess of a titan among the fae, let alone mortals. <br><br>And those timeless, weighty eyes were upon the girl, quirked with the knowledge of pacts and truths laid at his feet, of bargains made to bind the Lord of Winter and prevent his simply doing as he would, under most circumstances. That this mundane, barely capable woman had power over him at all….seemed to amuse the handsome, otherworldly man.<br>With a graceful bow that only enhanced just how much his armor acted like a second skin, a muscular yet sensuous motion that left his head almost even with the swell of the girl’s breasts, Frostbite murmured, still in that achingly deep, commanding voice, “Lead on.” <br><br>And give him more opportunity to see that mortal ass, no doubt.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 06:15:46</strong>
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				There was a problem with Aisling being a red-head, especially an intelligent one. But it was the simple fact that she didn't like to be corrected. Hated it actually, considering how many years she had been constantly compared to her sisters. "Do not correct me." She snapped in a low voice, something akin to anger in her tone. She would mantle herself in that anger, if it meant she didn't have to feel what was flowing through her body. Even as he brought about his 'mortal' form, she found herself entranced for a moment. Enchanted - one might say. She wasn't even sure what she was looking for, she had never 'checked out' a Fae before. She had known her sisters to do such, as they were not bound by certain laws, and commented that most Fae men were better lovers than vampires. <br><br>Not that Aisling had any idea of that, she was as pure as untouched snow. As pure and crisp to the senses as one could imagine her to be. Her energy felt lush, ripe, about to explode almost, but all wrapped up in that sweet pure feeling. Her eyes still soaked up his appearance, as if she had been in the desert for ages... and he was a glass of ice water. Ice water was bad for you, when you were dehydrated, was what her mind yelled at her, but something in her wanted this creature. <em>No!</em> her mind screamed, as her body suddenly stiffened. Her muscles becoming taunt, and firm, as she took on a 'defensive' body language. <br><br>She ripped her gaze away from him, away from the taunting play of his energy. She wrapped herself in the anger, even as her head turned back to look at him. He was bowing to her, and his head was near her breasts, her breath caught in her throat at that moment. Her chest rising just a little, almost closer to his face, as her breath caught in her throat. She had to focus herself, and relax her breathing, but there was still a problem with it. <br><br>"As you wish." She gritted out, despising the way that she was required to provide for the Fae. She didn't even like her job, but she did it because she didn't have a choice. These creatures constantly tried to push the limits, it's as if it was a game for them. 'Who can take the Guardian first? Who can get the closest to her!' <br><br>It was like High School boys... or girls... depending on the fae. <br><br>She turned rather quickly, the plant in her hand, causing her legs to go taut with the sudden turn. Her shoulders rolled back, as she regained her posture. She was completely unaware that the action of this, would cause her supple breasts to thrust out just a bit. Even though the fabric she wore that covered most of it, her shape was showing more then she would ever realize. Her anger causing her breasts to bounce in angry ragged bursts, even as she tried to focus and control herself. Her body was reacting to the anger, to him, to everything in the situation.<br><br>She started to walk with an almost angry glide, giving him the view that the Fae so dearly wanted.&nbsp; That ass he was trying to look at? It was a nice one, he could so easily see the curve of. The arching had pulled her sweater up, and caused her jeans to be revealed in full. Her fabric clad ass swaying with her steps, but that didn't stop it from being a pleasant view. For any male brave enough, to slip his hands against that flesh, they would find something supple. It would fill the hands perfectly. Her would find flesh that filled the palm, and if cupped just right, could be used to pull her up against a firm body. How tantalizing a thought that must be, to realize that her ass made perfect 'handles'. Handles that you could grab hold of, use to lift her up, as you rolled against her body. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 06:25:33</strong>
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				Ice could be as hard as steel, in the right conditions. Harder still, in supernatural ones. Frost suddenly limned the limbs of the nearby trees and the bird sound abruptly died away, as though some ominous force had entered the space they occupied. There was a sense that went with it, a feeling of lives burrowing, of creatures at ill-ease from some unknown threat. All of that and more was reflected in Frostbite’s eyes at the girl’s whispered words. <br><br>Yet below those hard, implacable eyes was a smile as wry as a wood chipper in a desert. “It is a trait of the humble to accept guidance. Would you rather only praise, the illusion that you were correct, while those around you silently mocked? To perform a dance flawlessly is far superior than performing the same dance horribly and being told that you were wonderful. One is, after all, a lie. And the fae do not deal in lies.” <br><br>Those eloquent words, slipping so smoothly from that tempting mouth, lips as ripe as fruit, sharp tongue flashing behind teeth so white that they defied modern efforts to make actors and politicians even more appealing, that it might have been difficult to tell what his precise intent was. He waited then, saying no more until she began leading the way. <br><br>And then he let her feel the weight of his gaze slipping down her body. To contrast the two would have been a heady thing: her, innocent and soft, with subtle curves, and him all lean angles and hard places. There came a feeling in that ancient, perhaps malicious, gaze of his, that he was contriving just such contractions as he walked behind her. He was, of course, utterly silent, making efforts to hear where he walked all but impossible for most, save those with the power to sense his presence. <br><br>“Did your mother die?” he asked, interrupting the silence after a few minutes, his voice lighter now, perhaps even slightly boyish, as though his fickle mind had entirely forgotten the vulnerable girl’s little derriere. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 06:50:04</strong>
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				Aisling vibrated with her anger, as she took a calming breath. Trying to ignore the words of the fae. But still her chest heaved, as the colder air made it harder to breath, causing her chest to rise and fall more rapidly. She wrapped her arms around her torso again, gripping her lithe and petite frame. She arched her back just a little, as she grit her teeth and tried to calm her senses just a little bit. She had never reacted to a Fae like this, none had made her this angry. She took a deep calming breath as she came up to the door of the cottage. "Shit..." She cursed under her breath. She had completely forgotten that she had locked the door on her way out, an old habit. <br><br>"Moms not dead, she retired. It's the rules, generally a Guardian retires when their Heir is 24." She said in a tight voice, trying to remember where she had put the spare key. "A moment, I forgot my keys in the house." She said as she released a heavy sigh. She took off her jacket, dropping the wind breaker to the ground. Revealing the more form fitting turtleneck beneath. The soft fabric was clinging to all of the curves she had, her breasts straining against the fabric as she leaned back to look up at the lattice work above the house. <br><br>She rubbed her hands together for a moment and put one foot on the window ledge, her body tensing as she reached up to grab the wooden designs that decorated the window. With a huffing sound, she hauled herself up, causing her body to ripple with the effects of the strain. Her ass tightening against the tight fabric of her pants, accentuating every little hidden curve. She twisted just a little then, her breasts thrust up a bit as she reached out to run her hand across the top of the window, and then across the top of the door. Her features getting darker as she didn't seem to find the key. <br><br>She turned around, gripping the window, and stared at him. "This must be quite funny to you." She commented with a wry smile, her chest heaving with every breath she took. Her breasts straining against the fabric, her body taunt with strain as she held herself up there. Then she jumped down, landing on the flat of her feet, her chest bouncing just a bit. "One more place to check..." She said almost cheerfully, as she walked over to the other side of the door. She bent at the waist then, her jeans clinging to her ass again, as she bent at the waist. Her legs were just barely apart, leaving a rather lovely view of the woman herself, as she bent over. Her hands fluttering around some rocks near the door, as she gave an exclamation of something akin to joy. <br><br>"Here we go!" She said as she twisted the rock open, and then pulled the spare key out. Her breathing was a bit heavy, she wasn't used to too much physical labor, being tied to a computer most of the time. She was flushed with exertion, a sparkle in her eyes, and her chest heaving with every breath. A quivering rolled through her, as her mind didn't even realize the sort of positions she had just put herself through. "Ready to go in?"
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 05:33:44</strong>
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				Frostbite watched the girl’s various contortionary positions and maneuvers with a growing expression of raw delight on his face. It was inhuman, his expression: on a mortal man’s, it might have been lust, pure and simple. On the elder Fae, however, it was a mixture of things: a predator’s designs, a hint of sardonic bemusement, a desire that was expressed through thousands of years of lovemaking and taking. By the time the girl was down and had the door open, his face had somehow grown more lean, looked positively skeletal, as though his hunger had consumed him from within, melted the fat to tallow to fuel that multifaceted sensation.<br><br>At her words, however, his face slackened, returned to its previous state. The fae considered what he’d seen as he followed her inside. Out of breath, the girl had a nice body, but it was clear she was far from fit. He assumed a sort of laziness, the kind that accompanied a recluse or, as it were in the modern world, someone who sat around all day. <br><br>That would not do for a Guardian, he decided. He had no aspirations of changing the girl into a warrior, which she clearly was not, but the lass would need stamina aplenty to keep up with Winter’s Breath, even if he never laid an intimate hand on her virginal skin. Which oh so clearly longed for his touch. There was, he knew, no way the girl would withstand the meanest hint of his pleasure in her current state: he’d bedded warriors who climbed mountains and had them passing out. An inexperienced child with no physical discipline?<br><br>It might work if he wanted a doormat, a lazy lover. Which, he did not.<br><br>Immediately, the wicked fae decided what he would do. What horrible things he’d push the girl into, just to make her fit his mold for her. Poor child, he thought to himself, even as his eyes began the twinkle of a cold edged in jagged barbs. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 01:50:43</strong>
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				Aisling stopped, staring up at him for a moment. She had never seen a Fae's face take on that sort of cast. There was something more then trickery, in his cold gaze. Her breathing had slowly evened out, as she wasn't <em>that</em> out of shape, as she watched him. "Lord Winter? Are you alright?" She asked quietly for a moment. There was a hint of something in her voice, something that was twisting through her body, her voice hitched and a little shaking. Brown eyes cast upwards slowly, to lock on the pale gaze of the Winter Lord. They held a questioning look, with a shadow of the desire that was building inside her. She didn't understand her own body, why she even felt this way. She didn't even understand that what she was feeling was desire. She had never felt arousal. <br><br>She watched him for a moment longer, and turned around. She calmly unlocked the door, and pushed it open. "You are welcome in my home." She said softly, as she pushed open the door. She stepped through, hanging her jacket on a hook. As soon as her jacket was on the hook, she grabbed the edges of her sweater to remove it. The house was as warm as she needed it to be, and removing her sweater would make her more comfortable. She went up on her toes, as her arms crossed at her waist, her hands slowly rising as the red sweater was removed. Her body arching just a bit, her breasts thrust out as she pulled it up above her head. She gave a frustrated sound, for a single moment, as her sweater caught on it's way off. It took her a moment and a twist of her body, to make the sweater come free. <br><br>Unfortunately, what had kept the sweater from coming off was her bun. When she pulled the sweater free, the hairband holding her bun broke. She didn't realize this, until she pulled the sweater free completely. Long silky copper tresses fell down around her, the ends of her hair brushing against the firm orbs of her ass. She shook her head a little, as she tossed the sweater towards a corner. She was going through her normal motions, and the next thing to come off was her boots. She needed her normal order, in order to handle being around this fae. "Just feel free to get yourself comfortable, my home is your home. It's not a Fae palace, but it's home." She said as she bent down to work on her bootlaces.<br><br>There was bonuses and negatives, to wearing baggy shirts. She wasn't used to being around men, so she wasn't aware of one of the bonuses on their end. She bent at the waist, after moving her hair off to one side, to work on the laces. That angle, provided the perfect glance for a man with interest. Her pert breasts, inside of her bra. The shirt provided a wonderful view of those pristine untouched breasts. She gave a visible shiver, as she worked on her laces, and then straightened suddenly. Her laces were undone, now she just needed to remove the boots. One hand was placed on the wall as she pulled her leg up from the back, her body bending easily. Her breasts thrusting out, as she bent back a little to pull her boot off. She repeated with the other foot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 04:58:23</strong>
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				Lord Winter ambled into the small abode shortly after the girl invited him. Invitations were important, even binding among his kind, even to him. Sure, he could just knock the house over with raw power, but even that would have cost him far more than anything on a similar scale should. Getting invitations was always easier, and more cost-efficient in the long run, as much as he hated bowing to the mortals. <br><br>As he swayed in, moving around the girl with a lithesome grace that bordered on the feline, a grace that seemed almost alien in his otherwise leanly muscular body, he watched the girl out of the corner of his eye. She wasn’t, he thought to himself, quite as out of sorts as he’d thought. On the other hand, she was not the warrior-priestess of the past either. There was room to grow this relationship, room to improve upon the guardian and play with the delicious scents he could feel radiating from her all at once. <br><br>“I have valuable information,” he announced once the girl was settled. “Information about an attack against the mortals. In addition to my usual desire to travel, I might be bartered with in exchange for such information. Of course,” he paused, leering with his Cheshire cat’s grin at the poor girl, “I will trade for the usual things mortals seek as well. Magical power. Gold. Devices of conjuration. Services.” He shrugged in a slow, sinuous motion that seemed far too shark-like to fit in the skin he now wore. <br><br>“In addition to the usual negotiations when Winter takes hold, I am happy to discuss all of these things, young guardian,” he finished, moving to find a chair and lounge upon it. Somehow, Frostbite managed to make the chair seem a throne and himself a king upon it. Which, in all ways, he was. As he sat the scent of him, wintergreen, pine, and witch-hazel blossomed out, filling the room with his tempting aroma, teasing at the poor girl’s increasingly vulnerable senses. Perhaps he wanted to see those poor breasts perk. Or perhaps he just smelled that way naturally. Who knew?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>23-04-2013, 22:09:52</strong>
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				Aisling could sense the change, the shift in the room. She had enough magic for that. She turned to face him, watching him for a few moments. Her mothers voice floated through her mind. <em>"Always remember, be careful in dealing with the Fae - especially the Lords..."</em> She rolled her eyes at that moment, as her mothers voice faded away. <em>Yeah mom, don't worry... I'll remember.</em> She muttered to herself mentally, as she took a few steps towards the question. <br><br>She suddenly whipped around, at his words. She had been paying attention to what he was saying before, but now she was really paying attention. Her eyes seemed to stay locked on him, there was a shift in her body. It tensed, causing her posture to become perfect and her body to take on an oddly erotic pose. Her back was straightened, shoulders rolled back and chest pushed out just a bit. Causing a bit of an arch, and a slight emphasis to what curves she did have. <br><br>"What? Information on an attack? This is not something just for me. This is something for the other Guardians..." She said as she walked towards him. She didn't seem as much of the meek little Guardian he had seen previously. The threat to the world she was in, the people she loved, was something that changed her. Her eyes were hard, they seemed almost unforgiving. Her lips twisted in a hard frown, as she put her hands on her hips. She didn't realize it, but if he was paying attention to her body - the hands on her hips would draw attention towards that bit of her form. She shifted one of her feet, her hip moving at the same time - so she had her hip cocked. She wasn't even aware of the way her body was reacting. Even though she was angry, there was subtle hints of the arousal the Fae Lord was building inside of her. <br><br>"I'm not interested in Magical power, gold, devices of conjuration, or services." She said as she licked her lips. Her lips suddenly felt dry, her mouth felt just as dry. It was the combination of the threat to her people, and then the arousal he was building inside her. She still wasn't even fully aware of such things. <br><br>&nbsp;Then, the scents seemed to flow through her, around her. Bringing her body to life. She took in a deep breath, enjoying the smells that filled the air. Her eyes closing, as if she was enjoying a moment in a pine forest. Her eyes snapped open quickly, though, as she stared at him. Part of her wanted to ask, what did he mean - wanted to ask... why she was reacting strangely, when she never had before. She licked her lips again, turning her head, as her hands left her hips. <br><br>Her arms wrapped around her waist, emphasizing it's shape, and pushing up her breasts - almost like and offering. There was even a tinge of a blush across her body, as she stood with her legs closer together. The pressure of her thighs closed - pressing her flesh closer together - seemed to relieve some of the odd ache that had built between her legs. Her womanhood, ached in a way she had never felt, she even felt a bit moist - in comparison to how she usually was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 18:52:40</strong>
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				Lord Frost watched the girl’s display with a distant, frozen visage that reflected none of his amusement or desire. In truth, the ancient fae’s desires were reminiscent of great glaciers – slow to shift, but tantamount to a falling, razor-sharp mountain when they did. The girl’s posturing and reactivity to his crystalline presence was pleasing, but not entirely unexpected. Such things often happened when he was around mortals, after all. Still, a Guardian in his pocket, as his toy…that was something worth pursuing gently. <br><br>Fleshly lust and greed for influence and power, now that was a combination to bestir the Lord of Frozen Wastes. <br><br>“You will accompany me, then. We will verify the threat that I have heard rumor of and then, perhaps, we will share word with the rest of your kind and take action.” He paused, allowing his eyes to shift across the girl’s body in a lightning flash of consideration. “As for payment, I will require three months of freedom. No bindings. No limited comings and goings. Full access to the mortal realm.”<br><br>As Guardian, she had the full rights and privileges required for such negotiations. It was common for the Fae Lords and Ladies to barter for “free” time amongst the mortals, time unrestricted – but such time was often measured in minutes and hours, not days and certainly not weeks or months. Frostbite’s request was a bit like a lion asking for unlimited access to a full herd of fat cows. <br><br>“Of course,” he added, seeing the stubborn look in her face, the passionate yet assertive curve in her hips, “I would be willing to investigate this threat with you before we seal any deals.” He smiled then, a curve of thin, yet expressive lips that somehow seemed an open invitation: how would the mouth of the King of Winters taste? Like frozen berries, or something sweeter? Would his bitter heart add a hint of pain, or the zest of a life barely saved? His physique, so tangible, so lithely perfect, backed by the power of a shapeshifting that could allow him to become quite a few things. All of them forbidden to the girl. All of them exotic and, no doubt, capable of offering delights and pleasures no mortal could ever hope to approach. Given his age and experience, it was doubtful that many immortals could manage the bitter delights of this ancient being. <br><br>But at what cost?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 20:24:30</strong>
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				Aisling felt like a bug under a glass, being examined by this creature. She was aware of those cold eyes, like ice, sweeping across her figure. The mere action of such a thing, seemed to make her body fly into even further attention. She felt the urge to cross her arms over her body, hide herself completely. Even as her hands slid down to rest across her hips. Her slim arms wrapped across her petite tucked in waist, bringing emphasis to the slight figure beneath those clothes. She wasn't a bountiful harvest, like a Fae Maid - or even like her mother had been before her. Brown eyes slowly closed, as she took in another deep breath. Slowly her eyes opened, and she focused her attention on him again. <br><br>It was taking everything in her power, to not react to the new sensations in her body. To not walk with the sensuous grace she had seen in her mother and sisters. The pure sexual energy, which seemed to come from their family. At least, her mother had it for as long as Aisling could remember. A few things began clicking in her head, even as the Fae Lord spoke, and she realized something terrifying. Something passed down between Fae and Guardian a like. She wondered if Lord Winter even remembered it. <br><br><em>Guardian's blood shall only come to passions flame, when she learns her mates name. His touch will inflame her with passions call, thus shall the Guardian know what it is to fall.</em><br><br>That stupid nursery rhyme, had been the downfall of all of the Guardians before her. It spoke of the fact that they would not know passion, or even truly feel love towards a male, till after they found their mate. The father of their first child. This confused Aisling, her eyes showing this confusion now - as the realizations passed through her mind. The Fae Guardian wasn't supposed to <em>ever</em> interact sexually with the Fae, it was against the rules. But... to not take her first mate, was even further against the rules. She licked her lips, the pink tip sweeping across the plump flesh of her upper lip. Her weight slowly shifted to the left side, as she still held her waist firmly in the grasp of her arms. <br><br>Her legs shook, probably even visibly, as she moved to the other side. Her thighs rubbed together, and a pressure built between her legs. She was surprised she didn't fall over, at this feeling of arousal. He wanted so much from her, and she wasn't sure she was willing to give him such free reign. "We will verify the threat, as you have said. If there is a verifiable threat, I will convene with the other Guardians of the gates. Perhaps even the 'police' forces of the races who have remained here as their home." She said as she took a deep breath, that mere action caused her nipples to brush up against the fabric of her bra. She grit her teeth, as she tried to focus through the haze building around her. <br><br>"I would suggest we investigate the threat as well, before making or sealing any deals. I need time to go over what I can and can't offer you in return." Aisling said as she released her arms from around her waist. She ran her hands through her coppery hair. She started to pace then, trying to distract herself from the reactions of her body. She was especially trying to prevent herself from taking that invitation of those delicious looking lips. The Lord of Winter would come to realize, that this was a prey who was not used to the game of bodies. Just the sweet smell from her, would be hint enough. That didn't even begin to cover the fact that she was obviously not used to being aroused. <br><br>Each of her steps seemed minced, painful, even as she walked as quickly as possible. But finally she stopped her pacing, and walked towards him. She extended her hand, in a gesture of greeting and accordance. "As we will then, we shall go investigate, and when we are assured of the fact that the danger is a major threat... we will work on our deal making. I'll go get some supplies packed, and prepare myself for the journey." She said as calmly as possible, but the tremor in her body - was in her voice. Her brown eyes watched him now, as she waited for his answer. "That is, if the Lord of Winter is gracious enough to allow me to prepare myself for the journey." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 06:30:24</strong>
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				He took her hand in his, his flesh firm and soft and smooth, an authoritative touch but not with the inevitable cruelness that most seemed to associate with his kind of Fae, let alone himself. In that touch came a stirring of magics, of sensations and feelings that had everything to do with two beings matched for one another. Cold lightning, the crackle of ice in the winter, the thriving of passions that kept death at bay – a requirement for all living things – it was all there. Along with a feeling of oceanic age, of wisdom and experience beyond mortal knowing. <br><br>And beyond that, in the Lord’s infinitely crisp eyes and white, white smile, was a sense that he knew. A Fae’s senses were notoriously sharp, though in what way depended often on the type of fae – in winter, a sense of smell, and a way to detect warmth – was important. In Summer, hearing. The Lord’s thin, arched nostrils flared subtly as he took her hand in his, his flesh sampling her arousal. <br><br>“I can agree to your requests, my lady,” the seeming-young man said in reply, his melodious voice at odds with his apparent youthfully masculine visage. How would that broad, lean chest feel against her breasts? How much stamina would that swimmer’s body he’d given himself have? <br><br>Wisps of exhilaratingly chilly, but not precisely cold, caresses seemed to move against the young girl’s body, to press into the places that ached for his visitations, to beseech entry into recesses that were inviolate and pure. Clinging fingers prized over her garments, teased at her every sensitive inch, offering invisible caresses that would pucker skin, raise gooseflesh, and be sated only in the heat of exertion, of breathless sighs, of unending embraces. <br><br>From a magical perspective, Frostbite was not casting a spell; such an aura around him persisted simply because he willed it, simply because the two of them were so attuned. And simply because she had willingly touched his flesh. In the lands of the Fae, such contact was sacrosanct:&nbsp; both binding and opening each person to each other’s power.<br><br>“Shall I help you prepare?” he offered, voice a little mocking, once their shake was over. “I would be happy to help you pick your clothes, or bathe. I have been told that I give wonderful back scrubs.” Though his tone was friendly and mocking, the invitation sounded all too real. And all too dangerous. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 07:52:32</strong>
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				Aisling swore that something electric passed through her, the moment his long cold fingers wrapped around her hand. If he was paying any attention, he might notice that her hands weren't as smooth as one would expect. They were a warriors hands, she did train... tirelessly, but her skills did not seem to match her hands. This was because she had rather low self-esteem. When you put her up in line with her sisters and mother, you could easily understand why. She felt the pulse of his energy, what he was... the things that made him exactly what he was. She could feel these things, wrapping across her soul... wrapping through her mind and heart. The cold stroking and teasing, building and rising through her. It was a sensation she couldn't even fully understand. Her mark as a Guardian, seemed to burn with energy - seeking... calling. <br><br>She could feel it, the strength that lay in hiding. The power he kept veiled, while in this puny mortal realm. She could feel the ego, and the mind. The wisdom of ages, and the knowledge. But she could only feel it, she could not reach it. Her eyes seemed to scan across him now, even as she held her small hand in his. She had those thoughts, what he would feel like pressed against her. The feeling of his hard muscles brushing against the sensitive nubs of her nipples. Making her body ache, and she wondered what it might be to experience an orgasm. A true sense of release and passion, with a creature that could awaken even the most darker desires. <br><br>Then there was a chill, wisps of energy sliding and teasing across her flesh. Her body reacted almost instantly, as it took all of her will power not to fall to her knees before him. She felt as if every inch of her was being teased and caressed, each pleasurable caress bringing a small sound from the back of her throat. Her eyes closed, her breath rushing from her as her hand clasped his tighter. Her thighs pressed closer together, to stop the seeking cold, but nothing seemed to work. She felt the caress against her engorged flesh, the sensitive plump flesh of her womanhood. It reacted to the chilly intrusions, teasing and taunting her. Making her body build and rise, and it made a seed of something burn deep inside of her. <br><br>Her breathing picked up, her chest heaving. Her pert breasts straining against the fabric that held them, nipples hardening to a point that seemed almost painful. She licked her lips, slowly and sensually, unaware that she might even be watched. For some reason, her mind was off in it's own place for that moment of time. Then her eyes opened slowly, the haze of desire burning in the brown depths. Her cheeks were flushed, her flesh aroused and awake. <br><br>It all seemed to shatter, like a dream on a cold winters night, the moment his hand left hers. She was now in a strange position, obviously aroused by his advances. He was a guest in her home, and the laws of hospitality dictated that she did all she could to keep her guest comfortable. Before, her response in a sexual way had not mattered. The other fae understood that she was not a sexual creature. But this Lord of Winter... had awakened something that had slumbered deep within her. <br><br>She licked her lips again, slowly, as she mulled over his words. The pink tip sliding across the plump flesh of her lips, the action alone was one of invitation and begging. She was begging him to touch her, even if she didn't realize it. "Lord Winter, I would be honored if you assisted me." She said finally. Knowing this was a slippery slope, but knowing that to turn down his offer of aid... would be insulting to this age old creature before her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 08:07:01</strong>
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				“Lead the way,” he said, barely-suppressed amusement working its way across those highly sculpted, perfectly feline features of his. Everything about him whispered of danger, of the danger of inviting him in, of allowing him to caress, and touch and see. This was a being that had been with hundreds, if not thousands, of women, most of whom would undoubtedly be fae creatures capable of enjoying and enduring pleasures that would drive a mortal mad. Though it was unlikely that the lord of Winter had seduced any guardians, even by accident, given their unique nature, and therefore did not know the additional benefits and powers of their kind, it was very likely that he saw the risk in pushing the woman before him too far.<br><br>He felt her desire, knew it intimately, yet needed her alive and sane. A pity, he thought to himself, inhuman amusement tinkling at the edges. He’d have enjoyed taking this woman here and now, wrapping her through and through with his power and transforming her into his willing plaything. Perhaps even collaring her in a choker of diamond ice, to serve at his leisure until she bored him. <br><br>Alas, he could not act so, could not push her so, could not give in to his predatory leanings. Still, there was nothing wrong with a little play, with pushing the girl just-so. And then, once he had his freedom in the mortal world, why, he’d find a girl who looked just like this Guardian and drive <em>her </em>insane twice over. Once for his frustration and once for his amusement.<br><br>“Show me all of you,” he said, voice sweet and alluring, filled with a desire that sounded genuine, tinged with a malicious possessiveness that had everything to do with his fantasies, his greed, and his chill malice. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 21:14:56</strong>
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				Aisling knew this was a bad idea, but for once in her life she wanted something to do her way. With his hand gone from hers, she could calm down a little. Her body ached, and each step seemed to cause an exquisite pain through her body. Her nerve endings were on fire, and her body just begged to be touched. She would have to explore this later, when she had a chance to be on her own. Hopefully, he wouldn't stay with her for the entire shower. She took a deep calming breath, before she walked off towards the door that lead to her room. Her mind already twisting with a plethora of images, all of them involving things she didn't quite understand.<br><br>Despite her deficits as a guardian, she did have some defenses that would be useful in keeping her from going completely insane. She may not have a talent in magic, or combat, but she did have a talent in self-control. One that was wearing quite thin, with the new addition of hormones to her system. But that self control also spread to the ability to resist some of the more mind shifting aspects of the Fae. He didn't realize it, more than likely, but she was a lot stronger than she looked. What she lacked in physical or magical, she more than made up for mentally. <br><br>While his mind was running with all of it's own fantasies, her own was running with thoughts of the here and now. What would it feel like to have him press her up against the wall? Take her mouth, as he seemed to want to take her body. What would it feel like? To have her innocence torn asunder? What would it feel like to drag her nails across his flesh, roll her slender body against his? What would it feel like to have her engorged flesh teased and taunted, by mouth and tongue? What would it feel like to have him cupping her pert breasts, teasing the sensitive nipples&nbsp; - or even leaving marks from his teeth? <br><br>She stepped into her room, and opened up the drawers of her dresser - and the doors of her closet. "My clothing is here, I suppose you would have a better idea of what is appropriate for where we are going. If nothing works, let me know and we can go shopping to find something that will." She said as she walked towards the door that was tied to her room. She opened it, revealing her bathroom. "I'm going to get the shower ready." She commented offhandedly, trying to use that distraction to calm the aching flesh of her body. <br><br>Her hands shook nervously, as she gripped the edges of her shirt. Slowly, almost tortuously, she removed the garment from her body. Then she reached up, and undid the pieces holding her bra shut. She dropped this on the clothes, trying her best to make absolutely no offense to her Fae guest. She had to pretend like being naked didn't bother her, she had to act like this was something natural towards her. She braced her hands on the sink, leaning forward to look at herself in the mirror. She hadn't removed her pants or underwear, but she could already see the changes in her face and body. The changes that seemed to make her face light up, the delicate pale flesh seemed to look even paler than usual. Though there seemed to be a rush of pink across her cheeks, and her freckles seemed to stand out all the more. <br><br>What could such a creature even see in one such as her?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 08:10:30</strong>
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				He followed her, a presence at her back, an unforgettable temptation of what was to come. The weight of him, his aura, was like fingers coiling through her hair, across her neck. The scent of him was everywhere now, within her, against her – pressing into her vulnerable mind and body in a seamless wave of pressure that came and went with physical exertion. This was not Frostbite’s attempt to sway the girl, to inure her to him, not at all; rather, this was the effect of one such as he to a mortal whose desires were set upon him. It was as natural as the moon pulling the tide. All too aware of his effects on such mortals, the crafty man had a moue of a smile on his hungry features the entire way to her room.<br><br>At her invitation, he turned from her and moved to the closet, asking absently, “It is quite possible that we will need to travel to lands owned by the Summer Court in your world. Beaches.” The Lord of All Frozen Things did not sound disdainful as he spoke the words; unlike his lesser brethren, Frostbite was not nearly as vulnerable to Summer’s powers. Of course, he wouldn’t want to live beneath the sun’s hottest rays, but it would not kill him. During the winter months, he was at full power and feared no danger on the globe of the world, even in those places where Summer’s influence still held sway. <br><br>As he listened to the girl disrobe, the lord absently went through her clothes. Curious as a cat, he allowed his fingers to brush everything within easy reach, tainting it all with his scent as surely as the aforementioned cat might mark its territory. A few seconds later, however, he turned and flowed after the girl, into her open bathroom.<br><br>He came to her then, half naked, appearing as a too-handsome, alien visage in the mirror. His shocking eyes and frost-stroked face looked hard, emotions indiscernible in that impassive face. Standing back, behind her, he reached out and drew his fingertips across her bare back, against the flesh beside her spine. Up and down went the caress, stopping just above the hem of her pants, before flowing back up, caress swinging out closer to her ribs now, not quite brushing the outsides of her breasts. His touch was infectious, addicting, and cruelly knowing just how to caress without tickling. How to caress and inspire a flame in the middle of winter.<br><br>“Shall I help you with the pants?” he offered into the vacuum of her silent reflection at his touches. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 23:29:46</strong>
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				Aisling was lost in herself, for a few moments. She was wondering what any male, any creature could find so tempting in her. She didn't find anything appealing in her petite form. Sure, she wasn't as plush as some of her sisters... nor was she as buff as her sister who was best with combat... But she did have her own lean frame to her. She was nicely muscled, enough for her body - no more than that. But even then, she wasn't sure how her body could inflame any creatures arousal. She barely heard his words, and managed to pull up some ideas from her brain. Remembering were certain things were. "I think I have a few bathing suits in the top drawer." She said in a far away tone almost. <br><br>The burning was building inside her, and the feeling of his icy touch had yet to leave her. It took everything in her power not to collapse. She could feel a pool of wetness building between her thighs. The moist flesh was engorged, and each time she moved her legs it caused her to shudder in delight. The fabric blocking her body from the air... was constricting. She wanted to take her pants off, and her underwear, but she was lost in her own mind and the sensations she was feeling. She was lost in these sensations, of her wet aching flesh... the sensation of her breasts now free. <br><br>Her mind was instantly focused on the sensation of her breasts, their aching flesh was begging to be touched. She reached up, about to touch her own body, her fingers poised to touch the aching peaks of her hardened nipples. But then he was there, standing behind her, her head snapped up and she gasped. Her pupils going wide as she bit her lip hard. The presence of him, the smell of him, wrapped around her. Her body seemed to react instantly, her nipples aching to be touched. Her breasts plump with the extra blood flow. Then he was touching her, his fingertips sweeping down her back. <br><br>Her knees buckled, and she moaned, her hands instantly going to the counter to hold herself up. His hand swept out and around, his caress just barely on her flesh. As his touch came closer to her breasts, her body practically thrummed with the need. The addicting feeling of his touch, the feeling that her body absolutely desired. She gave a groan of frustration when he stopped and turned around to face him now. He was asking about her pants, and she had very little thought left to her at that moment, but she had enough to nod. She knew that denying him would be insulting, even though the snap of her pants was already undone. <br><br>Her mind spun with the images that suddenly seemed to invade every precipice of her mind. The slow caress of his hands pulling her pants from her body, then peeling the soaked fabric from the engorged and weeping flesh of her womanhood. She wondered what it would be like, some of the things she had read. She wondered, fantasized, about the feeling of his lips pressed between her lips. She imagined him pressing her back against the counter, wrapping her legs around his shoulders... and plundering her with that surely talented tongue. She shivered visibly, at that mental image... and her cheeks turned a dark red. Her eyes darting to the side now. She wondered... would his mouth be cold? Or would it be warm? What would it be like... to feel what others felt?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 05:44:26</strong>
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				He drew her pants down her thighs in that special, slow way, the way with fingers curled inward, so his flesh caressed the flesh below, even as it was revealed. Kneeling as he went, the Lord of Frost was on one knee when he finally drew her pants down, his face now even with her stomach. He was tall, this being of Fae, but the presence of him so close to her clearly aroused womanhood was even more palpable despite the additional inches of height that kept his mouth from being precisely even with her need.<br><br>“You want me to taste you, don’t you?” he said, smirking softly. “Selfish girl. If I’m going to taste you, it will be on my terms. Precisely on my terms, and no one else’s.” There was a sense to him, now that she was so aroused, so close. It was playful, that sensation, in the same way that a cat might be playful with prey. Behind that alien, cattish intelligence, however, was the mystique and utter self-certainty of a being old enough to have seen a thousand-thousand sunsets and more. <br><br>Another man, one smitten with lust, who had sensed the girl’s hunger to be tasted, might have eagerly fallen and given happy worship, suckling at her “engorged” female parts. But this was no wastrel, no common man-thing. This was Frostbite and he acted on his terms and his terms alone.<br><br>As she digested the sense of him, the handsome young man flowed to his feet, his movements too smooth, too precise, to be anything human. Somehow, it seemed that his shirt was gone, revealing the eight-pack of his iceberg abdomen, rock hard and covered with a sizzling, velvet flesh that invited all manner of contact. Not a single spare hair adorned that lithe, powerful body he’d made himself, all the way leading down into the smooth plate of skin that vanished into his pants. <br><br>“However, I have been known to be generous to those who obey me,” he added once he was standing again, shifting moods from the absolute controlling nature of a tyrant to a flirtatious lover.&nbsp; “Perhaps if you invite me sweetly. Simply say, ‘Please, sir’ and I might be too tempted to resist a little something.” And his ice-blue tongue flipped past his lips, long and sinuous and serpentine. <br><br>A challenge and an opportunity, all in one. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Winter's Touch{Sweet and Dariusfallenstar}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 23:01:47</strong>
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				Aisling knew that she had to keep herself focused, but it took all of her will to not go absolutely mad at the feeling of his hands sliding against her flash. Goosebumps seemed to rise across her smooth flesh as his fingers curled inward and stroked against her flesh as he slowly drew her pants down her legs. She watched him kneel as he drew her pants down, his face even with her stomach as she quivered visibly. She licked her lips again, the flesh seemed absolutely dry while other parts of her where starting to drip. She drew in a shaking breath, as she started to count in her mind. She was trying to distract herself, trying so hard not to react. Her thighs quivered under his touch, the soft flesh aching for his touch to become rough. She wanted to feel nails and teeth, and that scared her. She had no idea where those thoughts had even come from. <br><br>Though if he was paying attention, he might notice that the flesh beneath his fingers was well toned beneath. Her muscles were toned, despite the lower stamina she seemed to have. He might even notice that her scent had become stronger, the smell of magic seeming to weep from the very pores of her flesh. He might even notice the flush to her skin, as he looked up to speak to her. She snagged her bottom lip with her teeth, biting the flesh to try to distract herself. But she found pain only seemed to heighten her pleasure. Her pupils narrowed though, as he spoke to her again. She did everything she could to hide her shock that he was able to see through what she was feeling. "I meant no offense. Lord Frost, if such feelings bother you... I shall do my best to keep them at bay." She said, a hint of anger colored her tone. <br><br>Then he was standing, and she was trying to gather herself again. She had a strength of will and conviction, that couldn't be found with the others in her family. She was focused on the mind, while they were focused on other more physically based pursuits. Then his shirt was gone, and her eyes couldn't help by scan his body. She was 'lapping' up his appearance, drinking it up as a parched woman might do while in a desert. There was something chilling in the way she was reacting to him. She wanted to reach out, to feel that strong hard flesh, but she found herself closing her eyes and biting back the feelings that were flowing through her. <br><br>He whispered his next words, claiming that obedience might get her exactly what her flesh was screaming for. Her eyes snapped open, anger burning in those depths. She was no ones obedient creature, she was no slave or pet to be played with and tossed to the side. She needed to remember first and foremost that he was fae. Her whole body seemed to stiffen, as the arousal seemed to sink to the foreground at that moment. It was as if a harsh bath of cold water had washed over her, as she used her anger to focus herself. He was challenging her, taunting her. But parts of her still quivered for such things. She wanted to react to him, wanted to give him exactly what he was asking for - but another part of her was on alert. <br><br>She knew that she had just as much control over him, as he did her. It was something that she realized rather quickly. A soul mates bond, the awakening of a guardian was a two way street. She attempted something now, that she had seen her mother and sisters pull off so well. It was almost like a second nature, that had been buried by the years of abstinence. She smiled up at him now, sweetly as her lithe body rolled towards his. Her thighs brushing against his legs, as she rolled her body towards him. Her smooth and soft flesh rubbing against his, and her body just barely touching him. She brought her arms up slowly, wrapping the toned flesh around his shoulders. Her hands delicately rubbed circles against the flesh of his shoulders, as she arched her back. Her pert and sweet breasts brushed against the flesh of his chest, and she shivered from head to toe. <br><br>She could feel her nipples brushing against his chest, the traitorous pieces of flesh hardening and rubbing against his torso as she looked up at him. She closed her eyes part way, pouting almost faintly as she licked her lip just barely with the tip of her tongue. "Lord Frost..." She whispered, letting the husk and arousal enter her tone. "Please, sir... can we go into the shower? I really do wish to get clean.... I want no offense made towards you, by my nasty human smells..." She whispered faintly as she looked up at him with those adoration filled amber brown eyes.
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