Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral & Mith)
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				Title: <strong>Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 01:30:28</strong>
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				This had been the absolute worst, and absolute best month of her young life.&nbsp; A horrible break up, combined with the loss of her job had sent Kacey (http://img.listal.com/image/955892/600full-susan-coffey.jpg) into a downward emotional and financial spiral, one that she began to wonder if she would ever recover from.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd been to her therapist numerous times, spent hours bawling like a baby on her couch, pouring her heart out to a woman that was being paid to listen to her.&nbsp; Money that she really didn't have, but she supposed that was a better alternative than giving into the dark depression that loomed in the back of her mind.&nbsp; A darkness that was always just at the edge, threatening to overtake her at any given moment.&nbsp; <br><br>Antidepressants had kept the depression at bay, Kacey refusing to give into it as her mother had done.&nbsp; She'd never forgiven her mother for killing herself, in Kacey's opinion taking the easy way out and leaving all of those she left behind to deal with the consequences.&nbsp; She'd only been five at the time, her father forced into being a single dad, and though he was a wonderful father, there were just certain things Kacey had missed out on not having her mother around, and that to her was unforgivable.&nbsp; <br><br>It was when Kacey feared that the depression might actually be able to get a food hold on her emotions, all of her hard work to keep it at bay for naught, she had received a letter in the mail, one that would in one single instant change the course of her life.&nbsp; <br><br>So now it was, that she found herself in Salem MA, sitting on the edge of a beautiful four poster oaken canopy bed, in the house she had inherited from her great aunt Maddie.&nbsp; Some long lost relative she had never met, but who had seen fit to leave the deed to her house to Kacey, thereby and unknowingly giving her a fresh start in life.&nbsp; It was a beautiful home, classic North Eastern in design, one of the showcase homes you saw while driving through Salem and wondering what it might look at inside.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a typical home as far as the furnishings went, antiquated and tasteful, and though Kacey thought of herself as more of a 'modern' girl, there wasn't a single thing she would change about the place.....save for a few personal touches here and there.&nbsp; <br><br>She had even managed to find a new job already, something that completely shocked her, especially given the state of the economy these days.&nbsp; So with a good day in the books and the promise of more on the horizon, Kacey tucked herself into her big beautiful bed for a good night's sleep.&nbsp; <br><br>Laying her head down on the pillow, the cascade of ruddy curls cushioning her head, she closed her eyes and for the first time in a very long time, fell into a deep sleep...... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 20:57:50</strong>
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				The air was still balmy, the forests just beginning to hint at the flames within their foliage, but the wind held a faint, biting chill. Leaves hushed against each other as a quiet breeze stirred them, the secrets that they whispered unintelligible. The harvest moon rose, enormous, perfectly round, and the color of burnished gold. In that quiet suburb on the outskirts of Salem, Kacey could hear the wind gusting through the trees outside, the soft sound of an owl taking flight and, all around her, the old house creaking and shifting around her. Some would think it eerie, but to some such night sounds were as comforting and familiar as childhood memories of a family's smiles or snowball fights in the winter.<br><br>But Kacey slept not just anywhere, but a particular, peculiar place with all of its accompanying folklore. A place with all the superstitious talk of witches and magic, the hyped-up tourist magnet that it was. It was nothing more than a cultural idiosyncrasy, the accusations merely the result of colonial women struggling against the status-quo that condemned them to silence and obedience to their male counterparts.<br><br>Surely, that was the case?<br><br>Little did she know that tonight was the start of something both dreadful and electrifying, the likes of which she had never experienced in her young life. Little did she know, she would not be alone for long... The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, and a hell of heaven. So were the words of the Morning Star, the Bringer of Dawn. Many names on many tongues. Titles and sobriquet, nothing more. There was no true name of the darkness that night, though all knew the darkness that lurked in man and woman's soul. Nothing beyond the strange and terrible otherness that was soon to take hold of that young woman with her youthful fae-like beauty.<br><br>Kacey would awake with a sudden chill. It was as deep as any cold. It seemed to almost radiate from within her very bones, rather then from the outer world. It howled over her flesh as though to ravage it. As slumber was yanked from her she'd find laying in bed, though the blankets were pulled away, leaving her body exposed, save for the scant clothes she wore to bed, nipples to be quite stiff from the temperature and strain against the worn-thin cotton of old t-shirt.<br><br>The moon was still high in the night sky, as if she had only been asleep for mere moments before the shock of cold arose her. The moon, shining in through window which now swung open, allowing a harsh breeze to penetrate the sanctity of the bedroom. Shutters on the old house teetered and rattled outside that open window, noise threatening to awake more then just her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 22:39:47</strong>
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				Kacey shuddered visibly as she was pulled from her deep slumber.&nbsp; Sitting up in the bed she wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing them up and down the pale bare flesh rapidly; trying to ward off the chill.&nbsp; She glanced around the room frantically, almost feeling as though she weren't alone, an eerie sense of foreboding snaking its way down her spine.&nbsp; <br><br>Her green eyes took stock of the room, the first thing she noticed was the bed covers pulled down away from her body.&nbsp; It didn't look to her as if she had pushed them down on her own, as they were neither mussed nor wrinkled, but laid open perfectly, almost as if someone had pulled them aside and laid then neatly on the bed beside her.&nbsp; The next thing she noticed was the open window.&nbsp; Her brow furrowed together in thought, Kacey knowing that she had closed the window before she had gone to sleep.&nbsp; Or at least she <em>thought</em> she had.&nbsp; <br><br>Another visible shudder shook her body, bringing her to her feet.&nbsp; Padding barefoot across the hardwood floor she reached out to close the windows and the shutters.&nbsp; She did so quickly, a quick glance outside into the night had her feeling as if the very shadows themselves were watching her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 03:48:07</strong>
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				She had closed the window, surely. And yet again that cold chill came, and again the window appeared to be lift open as a hollow, ghostly howling poured inwards from its drafting maw. The winds snapped and caused her bedding to flutter with the curls of air. Perhaps she had only dreamed she rose and closed it, for it remained open and continued to give her that deathly chill.<br><br>Yet as she rose this time and moved to bring it closed and securely latched, the air was warm. Outside, a pleasant warm breeze caused leaves to rustle, and a few of their coppery kin fluttered down towards the ground before catching another gust of air and spinning off into the darkness. However, it was the darkness inside that was far more unnerving this time. It seemed to hang thickly within her room, shadows grown heavy within the corners of the room, under her bed, and in between each wooden slat of wood. Almost an impenetrable blackness of solid, unsettling gloom. What was known became unfamiliar, what was intimidating became reassuring.<br><br>The moon's golden-silver light spilled across the lawn outside and bathed it in almost a holy glow. It seemed to call to Kacey, just as that light breeze warmed her skin and promised to take away that chattering cold. Come, it said, and gaze upon the stars.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 16:21:58</strong>
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				Kacey slowly backed toward the door of her room.&nbsp; The ever increasing darkness frightening her beyond measure.&nbsp; She didn't know what was happening to her, didn't know if she was still dreaming or if her house had suddenly become alive and was trying to get her.&nbsp; The shadows seemed to move, to grow with each passing second, the darkness spreading, one shadow reaching out to touch another and then combining to form a much larger one...moving like some sort of living thing. <br><br>The cold air that had been coming from the outside was now suddenly inside of her room, the breeze coming in from the outside that had once been freezing in temperature now warm and inviting.&nbsp; It was almost as if the house or.....<em>something</em> was beckoning her outside.&nbsp; <br><br>She tried to resist, didn't want to go outside in the middle of the night in nothing more than a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.&nbsp; But the warmth of the breeze called to her, taunting her with it's warmth and comfort, while the shadows continued to loom closer, threatening her with their darkness.&nbsp; <br><br>Kacey glanced down to see the shadows drawing closer to her,&nbsp; nearly reaching out to touch one of her pink polished toes. She squeaked in alarm, jumping backward, her back coming into hard contact with her closed bedroom door.&nbsp; "No!"&nbsp; She whispered to the shadows, her hands fumbling clumsily at the doorknob as she frantically attempted to open it.&nbsp; <br><br>A squeal of alarm echoed in the empty house as she flung the door open, falling out of her room onto the hallway floor just as the shadows were about to engulf her.&nbsp; She scrambled to her feet quickly, running down the hallway and down the stairs , her bare feet padding quietly on the hard wood floors.&nbsp; <br><br>Without a second thought, she flung the front door open and ran down the front steps and out into the lawn, the grass feeling slightly prickly beneath her feet.&nbsp; She wrapped her arms around her body, trying to ward off a chill, then realizing that there was no chill outside, the warmth she had felt from the breeze inside was just as warm and comforting as it had seemed.&nbsp; <br><br>She closed her eyes and lifted her face skyward, the pale silvery light of the moon bathing the pale flesh of her body in its light, casting her in an almost ethereal luminescent glow.&nbsp; Her body slowly began to relax from the fright of just a few moments ago, the warmth and comfort now surrounding her, soothing and relaxing her.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 20:36:11</strong>
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				Had she know something of the ancient arts of reading the stars, perhaps the presences of Draco would have been more then a little unnerving. The last time the stars were aligned like this, over this very spot, was over three hundred years ago. The young girl that foresaw what was what to come and read the stars became one of its first victims, as the cold evil gripped the weak-willed minds of the people that called this place home.<br><br>However, Kacey would not know of the grand schemes that the fates played against her. All that she knew was the unearthly chills that clutched at her, even as a shimmering sweat came upon her pale form, taut skin dimpling from the icy clutches of her own home and house before she escaped out into the lawn. As she slipped into the moonlight, the warmth only seemed to intensified, as if stirred to life by the exposure of ripe, nubile flesh.<br><br>There came another rattling of the glass panes above her. Behind her. Though the bedroom window itself did not budge. There was a flicker of moment at the corner of her vision, a half-realized glimpse of a figure silhouetted within her bedroom. Yet it was just a trick of light, a play of the moon's bathing, reflected rays. Still the question remained, were eyes upon her as she slept? The shadows did have a certain sinister intent about them. The goose bumps that crept across her skin from fear and cold seemed to be fading, but perhaps the chill that crept across her spine suggested that, indeed, something watched her lithe figure in that moment of vulnerability.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 20:02:06</strong>
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				Kacey's eyes locked on her bedroom window, her green eyes trying to focus on the movement.&nbsp; But it seemed like every time she attempted to focus on it, the shadow would slip further out of her vision, only the hazy outline visible out of the corner of her eye.&nbsp; <br><br>She blinked several times, giving herself a mental shake, but still unable to rid herself of the feeling that she was being watched.&nbsp; "What is happening to me?"&nbsp; She asked to the night, not really expecting an answer, but confused and more than a little afraid.&nbsp; "Get hold of yourself Reynolds."&nbsp; She chastised herself, using her last name in an attempt to bolster her courage.&nbsp; "There's nothing going on around here.&nbsp; You're letting old superstitions get the better of you."&nbsp; She whispered to herself, wrapping her arms around her body once more. <br><br>Sure she was living in Salem, one of the most notorious&nbsp; cities in America, but that didn't mean the shadows were out to get her.&nbsp; But even as she said that, her eyes glanced back up toward her bedroom window, knowing that she did not want to go back in the house....at least not yet.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 01:01:54</strong>
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				Kacey's voice hung for a moment on the winds, uttered in baffled foolishness. After all, it was only the shadows. Yet, those shadows seem impenetrable and yet depthless. They were like pools of oblivion that begged one to go closer, to lean in. See if they were really as solid as they looked. Just a touch, it couldn't hurt... could it?<br><br>Then there was another movement out of the corner of her eyes. Where before it was only a fleeting glimpse without real shape or form, what teased her vision this time was clearly a figure. Tall form, cloaked in the umbral folds. There was a haunting strength, though definitions could not be seen. With it, a foreboding sense of power.<br><br>The same illusion of a man in her bedroom seen again across her lawn, standing beneath an old sycamore tree. It was as though the silhouette had been watching her through the glass which grew frosted; icy crystals having formed along the outside of it. Yet as her eyes were drawn to the tree there was nothing, just the harvest moon and swaying branches in a faint, chilling breeze tbat reminded her she stood outside in the night, alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 01:33:03</strong>
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				"Who's there?"&nbsp; Kacey called out to the night as the cold chill of the Autumn breeze settled in around her.&nbsp; It's icy fingers reaching out to stroke along the bits of creamy skin exposed to the air, the soft flesh now sprinkled with goosebumps.&nbsp; <br><br>She shifted her feet in the grass, curling her toes inward toward her foot, attempting to keep the digits warm as the full coldness of the ground began to seep through the bottoms of her feet.&nbsp; Bouncing up and down to stay warm, the curve of her unbound breasts jostling up and down with the movement of her body.&nbsp; She glanced around her frantically, feeling as though everything around her was now out to get her, the shadows, the icy breeze caressing her, hell for all she knew the moon was too.&nbsp; <br><br>"Leave me alone!"&nbsp; She yelled out to the wind, backing slowly toward the house, glancing over her shoulder with every step she took...almost as if she were afraid the dark figure would appear behind her and grab her.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 03:00:27</strong>
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				She edged closer towards her house, her private sanctuary gifted unto her for protection and safety, though now it seemed to turn into a terrible prison.<br><br>Her cries filled the night, but only silence was returned. At last she had backed herself up towards the front door, the knob just within reach beneath her palm.<br><br>And then, the flimsy layer of her top shifted, the hiss of fabric made against someone's skin was heard. She felt, it, then, most definitely someone's hand from behind her, running across her hair through the cloth that offered so little protection against the cold and did nothing to constrain the movements of her full breasts. Touch stroked her spine, and then felt upon her rear. Fleeting, so very brief, yet it was warm --hot, even--leaving the covers behind with a pleasant tepidness that radiated against her skin.<br><br>Yet nothing was behind her but the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 16:48:24</strong>
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				Kacey squeaked with fear, her entire body jumping with fright and turning around to see what or who had touched her, and instead of finding the culprit came face to face with the front door of her house.&nbsp; There was no room for anyone to be behind her, and yet she had most certainly felt someone touching her.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes scanned the area around her, finding nothing there, she was alone....save for the whispering of the wind.&nbsp; "Stop it!"&nbsp; She yelled out to the shadows, wondering if maybe she was loosing her mind.&nbsp; Maybe the stress of the past few months had finally taken its toll, and she was now slipping into the world insanity.&nbsp; The fact that she was yelling out to...no one...was surely a symptom of this.&nbsp; <br><br>"Just....leave me alone!'&nbsp; She whimpered almost pitifully, opening the door and scurrying inside.&nbsp; Closing the door behind her she was now inside of the house, but somehow she didn't feel any more warm, nor did she feel any more safe.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 17:51:08</strong>
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				Kacey sought out the sanctuary of her home, into the dimly lit halls and rooms that provided shelter. Returning unto the womb of this nightmare.&nbsp; A womb that was darkness. Outside her house, what horrors awaited her mind and body, flesh and spirit? This womb that bore her calmness and reassurance was of something foul and unspeakable.<br><br>Still, the darkness seemed to enclose all around her. Yet, it was not wholly terrifying. The shadows almost seemed meek and yearning. They wanted to caress against upon her body, to lovelingly stroked the sweet curves of her form. Aching to leave her flesh with the tingle with the affections of the otherworldly petting.<br><br>All at once they seemed to surround her, and in reply to her whispered pleas came a sound hissed from the darkness. The sound of a endless plague. The buzzing of flies. Pestilence, and death. Louder and climbing into crescendo. She could only see a person's face staring back at her before the noise became intolerably loud...<br><br><em>Bzzz...</em><br><br><em>Bzzz....</em><br><br><em>Bzzz... </em>The alarm clock yanked her from her sleep with its incessant drone on her bedside table, stirring her from amongst the sheets in which she had tangled herself in sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 18:08:09</strong>
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				Kacey sat up straight in the bed,&nbsp; struggling against the bed coverings and glancing around herself frantically, still half asleep and feeling as though she were still in the grip of the nightmare.&nbsp; <br><br>Gradually she became more and more awake, the realization dawning on her that it had only been a dream.&nbsp; The adrenaline that had been coursing through her veins began to subside, leaving her feeling weak and extremely tired.&nbsp; She leaned her body back against the headboard, slumping slightly with exhaustion.&nbsp; The annoying sound of the alarm clock continued, but she was loathe to turn it off, the electronic buzz comforting her slightly, making her realize that she was in fact awake and no longer dreaming.&nbsp; <br><br>Eventually she managed to untangle herself from the twisted mass that had become her sheets and blankets, reaching across to turn the alarm off.&nbsp; "Just a dream...."&nbsp; She said groggily, bringing her hands up to rub her face vigorously in an attempt to wipe away the night.&nbsp; But even as she sat there in the bright light of day, Kacey still couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching her, and every time she closed her eyes she could see the haunting image of that face.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 19:14:19</strong>
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				A night of restless sleep left Kacey in a fog as she stumbled through the day in a haze, as though a heavy veil surrounded her. Time seemed to pass with remarkable swiftness, and yet simultaneously seemed like an eternity. Beset with fatigue by the end of the day, she'd once again find herself in her familiar bedroom, the sun dipped below the autumn trees' fiery leaves and bringing the onset of the night once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 19:35:46</strong>
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				Dreading the upcoming night, Kacey couldn't help but wonder if she would be beset with more nightmares this night as she had the night before.&nbsp; She had spent the majority of her day drowsy and exhausted, feeling as though she hadn't gotten any sleep at all, even though she had apparently slept through the entire night.&nbsp; <br><br>The amount of caffeine she'd consumed that day was enough to keep most people wired for hours, but despite that, Kacey found herself unable to keep her eyes open as the sun began to set in the evening.&nbsp; <br><br>Not about to go upstairs that evening, the terror of the previous night still fresh in her mind, she camped out on the couch downstairs in front of the television, trying with all of her might to somehow stay awake.&nbsp; But at some point, midway through one of her favorite movies, Kacy's eyes closed for a second too long and she fell fast asleep curled up beneath a blanket on the couch, the last rays of the sun casting her body in an orange glow before dipping below the horizon.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 19:43:08</strong>
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				She lay half curled lethargically upon the couch. The blanket sdraped over her, from head to toe, but in her slumber/ it was almost like a mortician's sheet that covered her, death's own veil. Though she was anything but dead beneath it. In fact, perhaps she had never felt so alive in the sleep she had that night.<br><br>A sleep so deep compared to the strange, lucid dream that restlessly clung to her the night before. It was a strangely still, silent sleep. Heavy, almost to chain her subconscious in slumber. It wanted nothing more to make her stay within its peaceful embrace.<br><br>Through the covers, dark magics worked along her skin. Sweeping caresses were brushing across her legs, outside, inside, along their tops. The warmth rushing across her sides. The hands were felt lightly over her stomach and abdomen, leaving that healthy splendor in its wake. Soon, the familiar fingers that spoke of caring intimacies were upon her pert, ripe breasts. Heated wandering brilliance would leave them, too, with a titillating blush that would blossom from her nipples and sweep across her body.<br><br>They were calling sensual, powerful feelings from her body, making her ache for that smoldering stroking through the fabrics. Fire atop her flesh slowly awoke the fires within her flesh, until that touch was drifting down, ever closer to her crotch, her young sex, to shed that aura onto it. It never reached.<br><br>The alarm clock's blaring buzz woke her up again.<br><br>Yet she was in the living room. There was no alarm clock, and the TV was off. Were she to check, there was no alarm clock in her room now. Removed from her bedside table where it normally sat. In fact, were she to take stock of whole house, that clock was no where to be found. Disappeared, without a trace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 21:50:17</strong>
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				Kacey awoke with a start, sitting up straight on the couch, the blankets falling down around her.&nbsp; <em>That blasted alarm clock again!</em> She thought to herself, this time cursing it rather than praising it as she had been having the most wonderful dream.&nbsp; It didn't actually occur to her that she was downstairs in the living room with no alarm clock in sight.&nbsp; <br><br>Her skin was still flushed with arousal, the aching need the dream had awoken within her still very fresh, leaving her squirming on the couch and unconsciously squeezing her thighs together in an attempt to quell the sensitivity the dream had started.&nbsp; She could still feel the caresses...her entire body still tingling from the deliciousness of it all.&nbsp; If she would have had time, Kacy would have finished for herself what the erotic dream had started, but a quick glance at the clock on the wall showed that she was already late for work.&nbsp; <br><br>"Crap!"&nbsp; She bellowed, scrambling off of the couch to get dressed, and in a flurry of activity left for work....<br><br>Her mind however was on anything but work, still haunted by the sensual dream, her mind often times wandering back to it.&nbsp; Even at work she could still feel the tingle of arousal, a fire she'd not had the chance to put out, and it had plagued her all day.&nbsp; <br><br>So it was that she was eagerly awaiting quitting time so that she could go home and take care of that very thing.&nbsp; <br><br>But once she got home, Kacy found that the idea didn't appeal to her as much as it had earlier in the day, unable to help but feel that anything she would do for herself just wouldn't live up to the delicious eroticism that the dream held.&nbsp; &nbsp;So instead she fixed herself some dinner, and then enjoyed a very long and sinfully luxurious bubble back afterward, relaxing both her body and her mind.&nbsp; <br><br>Her soft, pale skin&nbsp; was now flushed from the hot water, and smelling wonderfully of vanilla and lavender, she was loathe to put anything on it.&nbsp; She felt so good in that moment, completely naked that she crawled in her bed, beneath the covers with not a stitch of clothing on, and a smile on her lips.&nbsp; As she snuggled down for the night and began to drift off into sleep, she wondered if she might have that sensual dream once again.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 22:10:32</strong>
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				There came no sinful dreams that not. Or at least it seemed to Kacey to be a dreamless, disappointing slumber that she was roused from once again with her alarm clock buzzing angrily to wake her.<br><br>The alarm clock that did not sound.<br><br>The alarm clock that was not upon her bedside table the previous day. The one that did not watch her as she climbed into bed with a blissful glow, unlike the steady, unseen gaze that was felt, not seen, from the shadows.<br><br>The clock trilled with its metallic, vibrating chiming. The sound was muted, muffled. But she could feel it. Feel its tremor-like gongs. She felt it, most startling of all, from between her legs. The metal of it was nestled between her thighs, against her pelvis. Up against her loins, bare and exposed beneath her sheets. When she'd clutch it, its arms spun in frantic, chaotic circles. Numbers were replaced by strange and cryptic glyphs that seemed to warp and twist in front of her very eyes, spiralling madly about in a gibberish whirlpool upon the clock's face.<br><br>But that was nothing compared to the book. Familiar, recognizable, resting on the bedside table. It was her book -- No, it was not her book. Yet, somehow a part of her knew it. It&nbsp; This book had a leathery, gnarled cover. Pages were tattered and crinkled, and most strange of all, it seemed to be covered in spattered, dried blood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 03:20:57</strong>
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				She was going insane.&nbsp; That was the only answer for what was happening to her.&nbsp; <br><br>She awoke with a start, confused and shaken, sitting up straight and glancing around her room once again.&nbsp; The place that was supposed to be her refuge from the world, her safe haven from it all, and instead it felt more like some warped reality, a place where nothing seemed real anymore.&nbsp; <br><br>A quick look at her nightstand brought to her vision the book.&nbsp; Something she'd never seen before, yet seemed hauntingly familiar to her.&nbsp; She reached out a hand, feeling like she were watching it from outside of her body, finding it odd how her hand trembled as she reached for the worn leather cover, almost sighing with relief as she touched the softness of it, the sensation registering in her mind that it was real, and really there, that her mind wasn't playing tricks on her again.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 04:25:45</strong>
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				The book was surprisingly heavy as she slide it off the table top and into her lap. Flopping it open the sheafs of paper the book lay opened across her thighs, but the pages -- though ancient in appearance, texture, and scent -- were blank.<br><br>Moments later, the book fluttered its pages, as though strummed by an unseen thumb. They flipped with such a speed that pleasant breeze blew over her exhausted body and warmed flushed cheeks, until it fell open to a set of fresh pages. Slowly, the pages began to fill with words, seemed to stain the page from droplets of unseen blood, leaking outwards as though rising to surface from the depths of the tome. As the elegant, beautiful script formed, it read the following:<br><br><em>&nbsp; &nbsp; Kacey Reynolds of Salem,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; My Gift has been enjoyed, and the time of your initiation has begun. I have seen the truth of your soul, in your moments of Sin. Judged by the Word of God, Judged by the Crone of Triplet. Your flesh knows my touch. Know me, for I am your Master, and you are my puppet.</em><br><br><br>That was when a haunting chill clutched her body, and outside the window that talk mysterious figure seemed to lurk in the skies, moon shrouded with clouds this evening. She could not see his face, though it was in the light. It was almost as though her mind could not comprehend what handsome beauty lurked there, and masked it in a hazy fog. Yet, she did not have to see that face to know that figure. It was his eyes that watched her in her vulnerable moments of undress. It was his hands that had caressed and teased her body through folds of cloth. It was his dark magic that could make her lust for a mere inanimate object with near-animalistic frenzy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 16:53:02</strong>
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				Her eyes widened with both shock and awe as she watched the words appear on the page, lashes fluttering as her eyes blinked frantically.&nbsp; Reading the words as they appeared on the page, her mind recoiled while her body grew flush.&nbsp; A wave of panic settled over her, how was it possible that her name was there.....<br><br>The words struck a chord of fear inside of her, not understanding what any of it meant, the foreboding message leaving her chilled to the bone.&nbsp; She was no one's puppet!&nbsp; Who was responsible for this?&nbsp; <br><br>The question had no sooner been asked in her mind, when <em>he</em> appeared.&nbsp; The dark figure that had haunted her dreams, haunted her waking moments as well.&nbsp; Her eyes instantly locked with his, eyes that she somehow knew all too well, and was suddenly drawn to him like a moth to a flame.&nbsp; She could feel her body yearning for his touch, a languid heat spreading through her as he loomed across the room from her.&nbsp; <br><br>Her mind tried to dismiss it all as some sort of a dream, trying to force logic and reason to a situation where none could be found.&nbsp; But Kacey's body wasn't listening to her mind, and the blanket that had been clutched so tightly to her chest slowly began to slip lower, baring more and more of her creamy soft skin to his gaze.&nbsp; "Who.....are.....you?"&nbsp; She whispered softly, not sure if she had actually said it out loud or if she had just thought it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 18:32:55</strong>
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				There was no response. All she knew was that he was so very, very dark. Her body so very, very hot. The shadows were thick again, though they offered not the heart-skipping fear that had clutched at her before. They offered sweet promises. Promises of power. They yearned to fill her every aching need, her every desperate want. Even the ache of her loins. The darkness promised that those passions, too, could be given an eternal release. Shadows were not enemies, but kindred spirits. They were not the menacing unknown, but, like she, that entity's puppets. Slaves. Objects of amusement.<br><br>The wind howled outside, though it was no wordless moan. It seemed to call her name with haunting whispers. Then came the most startling of all noises. A whisper, so rich and slow, it purred from lips that must have been inhuman. Words were laced with seductive weight. The siren's call that led to murder, vengeance, strife, and wanton lusts. It was beautifully masculine, beckoning, commanding. A single word. Hard consistent sounding fierce and fiery, followed by sweet moan of vowel and the lingering of another soft consent, savoured like the embrace of a lover's arms.<br><br>"Cum," It had stated.<br><br>There was no denying that directive. There was no denying such a voice. There was no denying Him. He stood before her, then. Hand brushing across the pages of the book and past them, fingertips slipping down into lap past the forgotten blanket, her only armor now cracked. That hand. Oh, god, that hand. She had felt it through layers of cloth and fabric, but now it came upon her body through only a single thin layer of fabric. A single fingertip, that fell precisely upon the sensitive flesh of her clit. It was as if lust itself had been manifested, and lanced into the mortal world to strike upon her body in that single spot. Finger did not even more, only to press into that button and send her spiraling into unimaginable depths as the waves of wicked joy drowned her mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 02:18:46</strong>
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				That sound of that single word seemed to linger in the air for what felt like an eternity, the vibrations of it skittering across her skin and into her soul.&nbsp; She couldn't deny him, and at the moment she wanted nothing more than to give herself over to the exquisite pleasure she knew could come only from him.&nbsp; Somehow, on some level of her subconscious Kacey knew him, knew what he could do and what he offered, and her soul craved it.....wouldn't be denied....<br><br>Her body reclined back against the headboard of the bed, pliant and oh so willing, opening herself up to him both literally and physically.&nbsp; The book forgotten, the blanket laying discarded and laying half across her bare legs.&nbsp; Kacy's head fell back, her back bowing with pleasure as He loomed closer, the position of her body thrusting the lush curve of her breasts forward and upward slightly, the coral pink tips hardening in response of his presence, almost as if tempting him to touch.&nbsp; <br><br>She drew her legs up toward her body, letting them slowly slide open for him, her body silently begging him for more, a silent plea for pleasure and offering.&nbsp; Her eyes became dark and glazed with lust, heavy lidded and glimmering with an unnatural hunger.&nbsp; Craving things that only he could give her.&nbsp; <br><br>Her mouth fell open, the wordless cry of release as the blinding white light of release held her in it's grip.&nbsp; Exquisite waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again, her naked body undulating on the bed in front of him, her hands reaching up above her head to grip the headboard, her fingers digging into the wood, nails scraping across the rich oaken surface as she gave herself over&nbsp; and drowned in the pleasure...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 03:53:39</strong>
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				The orgasm wracked her body violently, leaving her to thrash upon her sheets and be nothing but a spent, sweaty mess amongst their tangled folds.<br><br>The sounds her mouth made her not meaningless to him. They stretched beyond the divides of languages, the divides of time. He had heard them before, and he would hear them again.<br><br>All of it took place under his attentive, guiding gaze. Her pale flesh quivered, and he watched her soft, angular, almost angelic face of delicate beauty twist into a near-grimace from such overwhelming sensations. The loud mewls that escaped those pouty lips filled the room. Surely some one would hear. She lived in this house with her family. Yet no one would come to check in on her. No one could hear her screams.<br><br>That touch left her, leaving her to spasm and ache as her delicate spine arched and she left marks in the hard wood, even as her fluids flowed, as though a great dam had been opened with her, and it all came flowing out along with dark and deviate thoughts that blossomed. When he was present, passion knew no bounds. Any object, any man, women, or beast. All were suspect. All were blamed for being his tools, his servants. And they were right.<br><br>"I will return," That voice said to her, "The book will tell you more."<br><br>Shadows retreated, and she would arise in the morning, still drenched in her own juices. Her pussy still throbbing with need, as though it could have no fulfillment. Not without his touch. Pleasuring herself would only exasperate the futility of her condition, leaving her in a fog of heightened arousal and persistent confusion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 18:04:50</strong>
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				The next morning Kacey struggled to pull herself out of the deep dreamless sleep she had finally slipped into in the wee hours of the morning.&nbsp; A soft groan escaped her lips as she moved on the bed, the movements of her body sending shards of arousal coursing through her veins.&nbsp; <br><br>After what she had experienced the night before, every nerve in her body seemed ultra sensitive, the smallest movements causing her to gasp and moan with painful arousal.&nbsp; "What did you do to me?"&nbsp; She whispered to thin air, not knowing if she had only dreamed it all again, or if some sinister sensual man had actually been standing in her room making her body do his bidding and giving her what was the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced, but one that had not satisfied, only left her hungry and yearning for more.&nbsp; <br><br>She was so sensitive that she couldn't stand the feel of anything touching he body.&nbsp; The softness of the blanket now felt heavy and rough, stifling in its weight.&nbsp; The clothes she tried to put on to go to work left her squirming and whimpering as they only seemed to aggravate her already heightened arousal, so that she was forced to call in sick to work.&nbsp; Not the best impression having to call in sick in her first few weeks, but Kacey knew that there was no way she would be able to do anything in the state she was now. <br><br>She had tried to satisfy herself, hours spent masturbating on her bed in an attempt to quell the seemingly endless state she was in, those hours leaving her sobbing in frustration.&nbsp; <br><br>As evening drew closer, Kacey grudgingly picked up the book, almost afraid to open it for fear that he would appear again, yet at the same time praying that he would and put out the fire he had ignited inside of her.&nbsp; "Please....help me...."&nbsp; She murmured softly, opening the book, letting it decide what page she opened it too.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 19:03:54</strong>
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				Persistent hunger. Her body throbbed for only one thing. It ached for only one. Yet she knew she could not have it. At least, not soon enough...<br><br>For now, she contented herself with the book, and hoped it would distract her from the itch deep inside her loins. The book, fresh and vivid last night (perhaps it <em>was </em>a dream) was now a dusty old tome (http://www.the-biomatrix.net/old-tome.jpg).&nbsp; The cover was leather, but no longer gnarled and blood stained. The binding was handsome, rich antique leather, and the title, which had been inlaid in gold letters, had faded with age and use. Kacey's fingers meeting thin, yellowed pages, and it was opened.<br><br>The first few pages were enscribed a tree of names with great, sprawling branches. Her own name clearly visable upon on of the highest, most direct branches from the trunk. A moment's realization to see that it was a family tree. And thus, the book told a story, strangely familiar though unread and new. It was written in that same elegant script of flowing cursive that the note, claiming her to be the darkness's was etched.<br><br>She was not the only Reynolds of Salem, or so this story told, for there many others, her family's ties here were ancient and dated back many hundreds of years. She had known of the witch trails. Who had not? Though still story was powerful. It told of love, loss, regret, and temptation.<br><br>The first Reynolds of Salem was a witch named Ava, it was true, but there was a noble reason that hid not evil intent. Her coven groomed her to become the bride of the evils that lurked in the forests, to become the mistress of the Black Man. For if one sacrificed themselves to his lust and dark intentions, it would keep that threat at bay.<br><br>The story told in horrific detail how the young witch was discovered for her heathen ways, tricked into repentance and burned with merciless cruelty at the stake, for they knew she had become the lover of Lucifer. What they did not know, was that his hunger for flesh had yet been sated.<br><br>When man turned against fellow man, when cries of heresy ran rampant and trust was over-ridden with lies, it was the devil's work. Their zealous minds were weak, and their righteous fury corrupted. They killed family and friend and left no one pure, for it was there own souls that were cast down to Hell, because they had denied Him the touch of his lover's embrace. They denied him what was rightfully his, and his spite was all-consuming and eternal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 01:20:42</strong>
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				She lost all track of time while she read the sordid details, her eyes continually growing wider and wider as she did.&nbsp; One of her ancestors was to be the bride of the devil himself?&nbsp; How was that even possible?&nbsp; Worse yet...how was it possible that she had never known this?&nbsp; Kacey had no idea any of her relatives had ever been in Salem during the trials, had not a clue that she was related to any witches, let alone one that was supposedly to have been the bride of the devil.&nbsp; <br><br>Her mind swam with the details she'd learned, wondering just how much of it was actually true.&nbsp; Could this all be some elaborate fiction created to frighten her?&nbsp; Lure her into some sort of wicked underworld for the sick enjoyment of a few?&nbsp; <br><br>No....no what she'd experienced before was no joke.&nbsp; The presence of the dark man had been all encompassing and unrelenting, driving her body to heights of pleasure and frustration the likes she'd never known before.&nbsp; He was.....<br><em><br>He <em>was</em> Lucifer</em>.&nbsp; The thought came unbidden to her mind, knowing without a doubt that it was true.&nbsp; "Oh God..."&nbsp; She groaned, feeling sick to her stomach and having to close her eyes and breath slowly to keep from retching where she sat.&nbsp; "What have I done?"&nbsp; She asked to the emptiness in her room, unable to believe that she had let this happen to her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 18:02:52</strong>
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				"God? There is no God. Not like what you're thinking about, my little Kacey." It was a chiding, almost fatherly tone, and it came from the dark creature that was reclining against the solid wood of her bedroom door.<br><br>The tall form that leaned back against the door nearly dwarfed it. Shadows still clung to him, as if seeking a lover's embrace. They fell like a cloak across him, and her floor. Regal, eerily beautiful visage watched her, skin had a smooth paleness to it. Features were chiseled, and angular. Handsome to the point of becoming unsettling, for they were inhumanly perfect. Seductive lips were in an arrogantly coy half-smirk, revealing perfect rows of pearly white teeth.<br><br>Those fingers, which had begun to know her most intimately the nights before, were laying against the wooden grains, large hand lazily tracing small patterns -- some demonic glyph, perhaps? -- across the rough texture. They flowed with promises of pleasure, they danced like a skilled musician's touch. They would drawn upon Kacey, if she'd but beckon him to her...<br><br>"There's only disappiontment and deception, misguided faiths..." Words were sneered most venomously from lips made for love. The sudden passion from him was startling, terrifying, but it would only make her seek refuge further into his embrace, for his rage was cast outward, beyond that room, and if she was within, against him, she would be saved the infernos that would come, or so something promised her. Of course he spoke with such hate and disgust, for all knew that from whatever primordial essence he was spawned he felt betrayed by, and shunned.<br><br>He pushed from the door, and stalked across the room towards her, always half-masked in the darkness. "Why does it matter, Kacey? If he did exist, would you rather lay in his arms? Would you rather be God's lover? Tell me, Kacey, would God look at your body like I do, would he touch you in the ways I can? God would not show care for you, for he loves all his children equally... I have made no such promises to this world, Kacey." Come, his voice cried out to her, be my queen, my wife, my mistress.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 19:43:36</strong>
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				Kacey nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard his voice, her head whipping around to look at him as he stood in her doorway.&nbsp; The breath immediately left her body at the sight of him.&nbsp; He was so...... <em>beautiful</em>...was the only word that came to her mind to describe him.&nbsp; He was beauty and sensuality personified, with a soul as dark as the shadows that clung to him so lovingly.&nbsp; <br><br>He tempted with words, with actions, his voice like silk over gravel, so very masculine but soft and sensual at the same time.&nbsp; Her eyes locked with his as he moved closer, part of her recoiling in fear, while the other part of her yearning for him to come closer....to touch her as he had the other night.&nbsp; The sight of his fingers tracing patterns on the wood of her door set her heart racing, her body tingling with memory of the exquisite pleasure those hands could bring about.&nbsp; <br><br>She found it odd that she wasn't completely terrified of him however.&nbsp; If he was in fact Lucifer....that meant that the devil was standing in her bedroom....talking to her....wooing her.&nbsp; She should be sick with fear, but she was not.&nbsp; Just the opposite in fact.&nbsp; Her heart ached for him, hearing the bitterness and betrayal in his voice, the hatred and venom his words carried for those that had shunned him....and for what?&nbsp; Being the beautiful creature that he was?&nbsp; <br><br>Kacey watched him warily as he came&nbsp; closer to her, but much to her surprise she didn't back away from him.&nbsp; Her eyes studied him carefully, a small frown furrowing her brow as she weighed his words.&nbsp; <br><br>"Why me?"&nbsp; She asked softly, unable to hide the curiosity, wondering with all of the people in the world the demon could choose to woo, why he chose her above the rest.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 20:28:30</strong>
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				He tossed his head back with a mirthful, dark laughter, and then she could see long, silken sable hair of this mysterious man, tousled by the suddenness of the sound which bellowed from within deep chest, muscular yet athletically trim. Powerful, yet still lean, like the warriors of ancient times. Tall form was leaning in over her. The weight of the bed shifting ever-so-subtly as a hand descended, and pressed into the pillowy softness of it, just beside her hip. So close to her body, aching for even a fleeting, grazing caress.<br><br>Her question greatly amused this man... if he could be called that. Demon, was a more apt term. And Kacey would not be sure if him being amused was a welcome thing, or not.<br><br>"Yes," he replied to the unspoken questions first. The doubt that fought against the urge to throw herself upon him, at is feet and whims. "You know who I am, my dear, sweet and naive Kacey," That velvety voice rushed out. It caressed her mind, as his hands had caressed her body. It calmed, it soothed, it commanded. <br><br>"You haven't changed yet," He remarked as if he just noticed, voice with a sharper firmness in tone that belied great and terrible strengths. The last two nights she had disrobed, changing into her sleepwear, and felt the chill along the back of her neck as though someone had been watching. Now she knew what she felt all along, it had been his eyes feasting upon her exposed flesh, and he expected the same that evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 20:47:56</strong>
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				Confirmation of her thoughts sent a shiver down her spine, icy fingers of fear returning to fill her with doubt.&nbsp; But even as her mind struggled to come to grips with the affirmation that he was, in fact, the devil, her body was already tingling from his nearness.&nbsp; He was so close to her, she could feel the warmth of his flesh radiating off of his form, caressing hers through her clothing as she sat on the bed.&nbsp; <br><br>She blinked at him dazedly, his statement taking several heartbeats to process.&nbsp; "I....no..."&nbsp; Kacey answered, the frown returning to crease her brows.&nbsp; "I started reading...."&nbsp; She slipped her hands beneath the open book still sitting in her lap, lifting it upward for him to see before closing it slowly and setting it on the nightstand beside her.&nbsp; "Lost track of time...."&nbsp; She murmured distractedly, looking around for her alarm clock.&nbsp; She had no idea what time it was, and now her clock was gone.&nbsp; <br><br>"Is it important?"&nbsp; She asked, glancing down at her jean clad legs.&nbsp; The dark blue sweater she wore on her upper half suddenly felt too tight, the material feeling as though it were hugging her body too tightly, making her skin itch to be rid of the offending garment.&nbsp; Her voice was little more than a whisper, almost afraid of what his answer would be.&nbsp; Her throat constricted when she tried to swallow, his presence was completely intoxicating, there was always this underlying uncertainty about it, one that she never knew if she were in danger while in his presence, or if she was safe from harm. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 18:00:29</strong>
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				He sighed, a sound so full of disappointed it would make her knees weak and her heart ache. Why would she want to disappoint this handsome devil? How could she bare the burden of him thinking any less of her? Those were the thoughts not her own that the sound called out for. It would have made a weaker mortal strip down almost immediately, though Kacey perhaps still needed some assistance.<br><br>He remained half bent in over her with a casualness as he watched her. Slowly, almost hungrily, he licked those tempting lips, "Now, Kacey, you musn't be so shy. It is nothing new to me... I know your flesh. I know it even better then you. I know exactly what it craves for, while you hide behind your modesty and lies." His voice slowly slipped into a husky growl, and his hand right lifted. Long fingers curled downwards, directed at her. The hissing sound of zippers were heard, as jeans zipped open and unfastened. Her jeans were tight, but not snug, and now open they pulled off softly feminine hips to fall around mid thigh before she could react, tugged by unseen hands from beneath her bottom, panties rolling along with them down her legs with stricking swiftness. And yet, he never moved.<br><br>His left hand reached for the book he had given her, which lay upon the bedside table. His fingers caressed it, and then he opened it. As though the book was a voodoo doll, a representation of her fearful form, her cloths followed suit. The book had opened and revealed its inner pages, and like it, her clothes came apart.<br><br>Sweater and any underneath were rent as if an unseen blade tore through them, front and back. Neatly in two, twin sheafs fell away, coaxed off her flesh by the shadows surrounding her, as though the very bed she sat upon wished nothing more then to pull from her those cloths.<br><br>Soon she was naked under that mysterious stranger's judging gaze. Her pale, soft curves presented to him in their delicate vulnerabilities. Her slender body still half-reclined on the bed, even though now her pert, perfectly rounded breasts felt the cool breeze over them, and the modest curves of her girlish hips below. Only the shadows themselves, that darkness which terrified her, protected her pussy from that intense gaze of his.<br><br>"And now you have no choice in the matter. I might recommend you change into something pleasant, though comfortable. It can, after all, get so very cold in here," he said with a knowing, almost malevolent gleam in his eye.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 18:22:19</strong>
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				Kacey felt the need to apologize to him, the disappointment in that sigh making her heart ache, and giving her the uncontrollable urge to make it right...the urge to please him nearly overpowering.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm....I'm not shy..."&nbsp; She tried to say in defense of herself, but the word was cut off by a sharp inhalation of air as her jeans began their magical decent down her legs.&nbsp; Her eyes stared dumbfounded as the denim&nbsp; moved down her legs, both terrified at how easily they did so, and slightly in awe of his power over things around him.&nbsp; <br><br>She shifted and squirmed on the bed, her bare flesh already beginning to tingle beneath his gaze.&nbsp; She had the urge to cover herself, but as quickly as the urge hit her it vanished, the deep dark hunger for him that lurked inside of her beginning to bloom and grow.&nbsp; <br><br>A gasp followed the removal of her sweater and bra, the caress of the cool air in the room against her pert nipples causing her to groan wantonly.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her eyes grew heavy lidded, her pupils dilating with need and hunger.&nbsp; Her body reclined against the head board, moving sensuously against the covers almost as if trying to tempt him to touch.&nbsp; <br><br>Kacey marveled at how her body seemed to have a mind of it's own when around him, the dark craving it had for him taking over her rational mind.&nbsp; "Can't I just stay like this?"&nbsp; She whimpered, completely aghast that the words had come out of her mouth, but unable to bear the thought of putting clothes on for fear he would deny her his touch.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 18:35:38</strong>
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				Her naked curves slithered provocatively across the sheets while the fires in that pussy's depths seemed to grow only stronger in his presences, for it seemed to know that only he could give it the release it so secretively yearned for.<br><br>Kacey's back pressing against hard wood of her bed's headboard, and she waited. She didn't wait long. That looming, dark form was above her, atop her. She was pushed against the head board. She was twisted over as large hands pulled her hips towards him. She was had, submitting under the hands which tore through the fabric to grasp her needing mound and pert breasts. That massive, controlling cock taking her from behind, ruthlessly punishing her poor body...<br><br>The fantastical images of being ravaged by him gone. She was still reclined, almost writhing in uncontrolled want, and heard his voice in all its enchanting, promising glory call out to her, "You may stay like that," it rewarded her.<br><br>Tall, powerful form was sitting then, though out of the corner of her eyes it seemed he had made no movement, no effort to move, he simply had. One moment, leaning in over her upon her bed, the next, sitting&nbsp; there closely, hip against her bare thigh, so close she could smell the sweet intoxicating scent of his breath as he spoke, "Of course you aren't shy with me. But do you know why?"<br><br>"Because, Kacey Reynolds, for I made you exist. Long had I kept you in my mind, but finally I could bare it no more, and released upon the world your mortal coils, to grow, to ripen, to become the tender woman that sits before me this very eve." The Devil had a silver tongue, and whether or not his words had any truth to him was nearly irrelevant, for it wasn't what he said, but how he said it that was so impressive. It was the gentle firmness, the press upon her of what was, and what was not, as though it was his words that were law in the universe, and none others'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 19:52:37</strong>
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				A whimper of pleasure and hunger tore itself from her throat, the unbidden images of being taken by him flashing though her mind.&nbsp; Kacey's body arched, a cry of pleasure and of heavy need and approval, followed quickly by a sob of denial as the images vanished, leaving in their wake a raging fire of arousal and want.&nbsp; <br><br>She couldn't control the movements of her own body, it simply wanted what it wanted....and it wanted him and was willing at that point to do whatever it took to get him to take her.&nbsp; Her body undulated on the bed, the sensuous movements drawing his eye to her pale naked form.&nbsp; Her breasts were thrust upward, the coal pink nipples hardened and aching for his touch, the lush pale globes bouncing with the movement of her body.&nbsp; <br><br>Her long legs bent at the knee, drawing themselves up close to her body and clamping shut tightly as she writhed, trying unsuccessfully to quell the growing ache between her legs.&nbsp; Kacey had never before experienced such an exquisite state of arousal, it's torturous heights making her feel as if she might burst into a million pieces at any moment.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please...."&nbsp; She moaned thickly, her voice deep and throaty, the hunger and need audible in the words she spoke to him.&nbsp; Kacey wasn't sure what she was begging for, but she was beginning to feel panicked with the need he'd awoken within her.&nbsp; <br><br>His words penetrated the fog in her brain, somehow on some level resonating within her, and she couldn't deny the feeling that she had somehow been made for him.&nbsp; Despite how wrong it all was, on some level it all felt perfectly right.&nbsp; "Yours...."&nbsp; She murmured wantonly, trying to express both a statement and ask a question all in one word.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 20:26:31</strong>
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				He watched as her form contorted in a desperate attempt to please him. His hand lifted and brushed through her auburn tresses. He admired the soft sheen of them as fingers slid through, tugging away any knots. It looked almost like a waterfall of blood, that cascading coppery red, down across her pale form. Shadows had the same teasing effect on his form that they had on her's. Moon's soft light falling through his own hair, which fell in loose waves across the side of jaw and cheek, casting enchanting, dances shadows across handsome features.<br><br>"Does that please you, my Kacey?" He spoke with a tender affection, washing away worries, doubts, and fears. It was almost like that handsome creature of the night was a benevolent guardian, not the dark spirit that tormented flesh and craved sin that it really was.<br><br>He knew her pulse, the beats of her hearts, the quicken slick betwix her rippling thighs. He knew the tremble of her hands and the flutter of her eyes. Her scent and her taste he knew already, and yet he had enjoyed neither. Perhaps it was true, for he imagined what she was like, and thus she had become.<br><br>"Does it not reassure you, and put your doubts to rest? So many wander this world without cause or purpose. They lie awake in a cold sweat, fearing the inevitable. I see their nightmares. I hear their cries. Does it not comfort you to know you have a purpose, that you always have?" His hand had lifted as he spoke, and then she'd feel those warm fingertips. Soft pads lightly brushing over her exposed skin. The touch started against the soft skin just beneath and behind the lobe of her ear where it was most tender, and downwards those fingers ran along the marble stretch of slender elegance that was her neck as he seemed oblivious to her near-maddened arousal, or took great enjoyment in ignoring her desperate state.<br><br>That hand was upon her neck and made her realize just how much he had control of her life, for he could snuff it out without a second thought, if finger's only curled around that smooth column of her throat. Yet they did not. Rather, the slow, lazy stroking caress followed the curve of her neck along her shoulder, dancing along the creamy definition of her collar bone, until soon it came to the end of her delicate shoulder's curve, but inches from the quivering half globe of youthfully ripe breast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 21:20:35</strong>
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				"W...wh....what purpose?"&nbsp; She asked softly, her teeth beginning to chatter from the heightened state of arousal she was in, the plump flesh of her bottom lip quivering, much like her entire body as he continued to tease her with his tantalizing touch, but doing nothing to quench her desire.&nbsp; <br><br>Her emerald eyes growing dark with hunger, glittering brightly with need and want, thick dark lashes fluttering closed as his fingers trailed along her skin.&nbsp; Goosebumps rose up along her creamy flesh in the wake of his fingers, her skin soft and warm to the touch.&nbsp; Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, the lush mound of her breasts moving close to him and then retreating again and again.&nbsp; <br><br>She slid along the the covers of the bed, her ass sliding down toward the foot of the bed, until she was laying flat, the rich red curls of her head resting against the softness of her pillow.&nbsp; Her back bowed, a slow and graceful movement, bringing her shoulders up off of the bed, and thrusting her breasts even closer to him in silent offering.&nbsp; Her head moved to the side, allowing for more room for his questing fingers, her body trembling in anticipation.&nbsp; She felt very much like she was being dangled off of a cliff, not knowing if or when he might drop her over the edge.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 18:56:03</strong>
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				"But you <strong><em>do </em></strong>know your purpose," voice called out again for trust, for submission, to give in and embrace the darkness. It was so easy. He was right there, anything and everything she had ever wanted. She knew what he could bring to her, she knew how he could make her feel more alive then ever before, "You only refuse to accept it, because you've heard the propaganda and the lies. You know only the puritanical double speach of a world that pretends to do good, but dances to my strings when they think no one is watching..."<br><br>He was leaning in. The air buzzed with electricity, like ozone. It felt like those moments before a lightning storm, where everything held a charge. Long hair fell, their silken tips dragging along the slopes of her breast, grazing like tiny daggers onto her cleavage as her chest arched upwards with ragged breath, "Just like no one is watching you now."<br><br>He drew away from her slowly to recline back across her bed once more, though those long arms were still reaching out, still that smooth whispering caress of his touch against her, coaxing, even the shadows seemed to roll, to nudge her in towards the inviting musculature of the devilishly beautiful creature. Those eyes, they called for her more powerfully then his words, half veiled through his own long and dark sultry lashes. Just curl up against his side, draw your petite body into him, and everything will be okay, they said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 19:59:26</strong>
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				Kacey whimpered loudly as the softness of his hair brushed across the hyper sensitive flesh of her breasts, the soft teasing tickle of the silky softness nearly made her swoon with need and hunger for the beautiful creature now reclining so comfortably on her bed.&nbsp; He acted for all the world as if he were watching some interesting television show instead of making her so desperately needy that she swore she might fall completely apart if he didn't extinguish the flame that was burning her from the inside out.&nbsp; <br><br>Somewhere deep in her subconscious Kacey knew that she was his...even if her conscious mind didn't want to admit it.&nbsp; She could feel his pull on her, feel the way he was able to tempt her and turn her own body against her to prove the point most eloquently.&nbsp; <br><br>No one was watching....she could give in and put an end to the torment he was teasing her body with.&nbsp; All she needed to do was give over and allow him to have her...to submit to him and his power and she could have it all.&nbsp; <br><br>Her mind whirled with the dizzying possibilities.&nbsp; What would it truly be like to be the bride of the devil?&nbsp; Would it be all that he said or was he simply honey coating his words to get what he wanted?&nbsp; Would anyone care if she gave her soul to him?&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She had no one.&nbsp; No family left...well none that she cared much about....no boyfriend.... and while she had a new job, she had no friends, no one she knew here.&nbsp; So why not?&nbsp; How bad could it really be?&nbsp; <br><br>With a moan of surrender, Kacey managed to get her body to work, moving from the spot she had occupied on the bed, every movement making her moan, the motions of her body making her heightened state of arousal all that more apparent.&nbsp; With great effort on her part, she moved toward him,&nbsp; shaking and trembling with hunger and uncertainty, she at last curled her body up against him, her small naked, trembling form nestled tightly against his side, putting her trust in him and praying that she wasn't going to end up dead because of it.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 08:35:52</strong>
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				He smiled knowingly. Lips twisting. Lips so soft, so silken and smooth, it made one's mind wander to what they must feel like, upon their own lips, on skin. How they must feel when they take a taut nipple between them and suckle. How the breath that escaped from them could tease and torment. <br><br>He took her arm by the wrist and brought it up, tilting it. Exposing the delicately veined interior. Bringing it closer. Even now, lips parted slightly and moved, to claim her inner wrist in a kiss. That alone could send chills down a spine. It was so smooth, so effortless. It was gentle and seductive. Eyes fell to her own as she gazed up at him with tentative, doubting half-trust.<br><br>He seemed to know what she was thinking, for he remarked, "I can't promise you nothing bad will befall you. All I can promise is that the good will far outweigh it. As far as your soul is concerned, who is to say that you have one? If you are my creation, would you have ever had a soul? And say you did, then wouldn't it already be mine?" <br><br>A pause, then his voice, "Tell me. Tell me you are mine," he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 15:02:57</strong>
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				<em>"I can't promise you nothing bad will befall you....." </em><br><br>"I lived through the misery that was my last relationship...anything else will be cake..."&nbsp; Kacey murmured under her breath in answer to his statement, never in her life wanting to live through the hell on earth that had been her life with Ryan.&nbsp; If she had to be in hell...then who better to be with than Lucifer himself?&nbsp; Besides being the bride of the man in charge <em>had</em> to have some perks....right?&nbsp; <br><br><em>"All I can promise is that the good will far outweigh it....."</em><br><br>Those words touched her deep within her psyche, the promise of <em>good</em> things too good of a temptation to pass up.&nbsp; At this point in her life she was ready for some good things....even if she had to take some bad things for them to happen.&nbsp; She was used to bad...it was good she'd like to try once in a while.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes widened, pupils dilating even more when his lips caressed the inside of her wrist, fanning the already raging fire coursing through her blood.&nbsp; She inhaled sharply, a loud and pitiful whimper breaking free of her lips, finally breaking under the hunger.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm yours."&nbsp; She whined softly, curling up against him once more, rubbing the soft lush curves of her body against his, silently pleading with him to end the torment.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 20:32:48</strong>
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				Oh, he knew Ryan. Certainly better than she, given how much the man had lied to Kacey. And better than Ryan, himself. Who was to say Ryan was not merely this entity's pawn, put into this world to warp and twist Kacey before he met her, to mold her into what he wanted; softening her exterior, weakening her resolve, allowing the fragile, supple creature that curled into him to come to life.<br><br><br><em>I'm yours</em>, she said. Handsome features turned slightly into her touch, and she'd feel those lips against the center of her palm before a slow grin pulled at the corner of his lips, even as they slid across her skin. She said it again, and smirk became a full grin. He, of course, was no one's. Though if any, perhaps she would have the most claim of him, more then any other when this all played out. For now, she was just a small, beautiful nymphette lovingly curled up against him.<br><br>He was shifting, arm wrapped around and under her pulling away, sliding from her to leave her longing for its protective return. Yet, he did not move far, nor even away from her. Body turned and she remained curled against him, but now her slender, pale form was laid beneath him, back down upon her sheets, still stained with her juices from before. His hair fell across broad shoulders, like a curtain that surrounded both their faces, leaving them to stare into one another's eyes. Her hand was still against him.<br><br>Slowly, her dark lord leaned down over her. Scents grew stronger, sensations heightening. Everything was vivid and alive. Everything thrived. Even her taste. Taste? She realized she was tasting something. Something very soft against her lips, something that molded to them perfectly and eased them slightly open. It tasted like cinnamon and cayenne chocolate. Spicy, rich, dark, yet seductively sweet. It was his lips, she would only realize as the sensations came assaulting her mind. He had kissed her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 17:18:45</strong>
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				Kacey whimpered softly in disappointment when he moved away from her, thinking that he meant to deny her further, even after she'd given him what he'd wanted.&nbsp; But the whimper was quickly replaced by a moan, her heart soaring with happiness that it seemed he intended to finally put an end to her torment.&nbsp; <br><br>She lay beneath him, pliant and oh so willing, staring up into the eyes of the most beautiful face she had ever seen.&nbsp; Trembling fingers tentatively began to explore his torso, almost giggling in relief when she touched a solid body.&nbsp; She had almost been afraid if she reached out he would somehow dissolve into shadows and leave her still wanting.&nbsp; Growing a bit bolder, she slid her fingers along his broad shoulders, risking a touch of his long soft hair, wrapping the silky strands around her fingers and glorying in the feel of it against her skin. <br><br>Everything became more, her touch seemed amplified somehow....everything she touched was more wonderful than she could imagine, the feel of him against her sent her reeling with pleasure.&nbsp; "Ohhhhhhhh....."&nbsp; She moaned loudly as she felt him against her, a whimper of naked lust escaping her throat as his lips met hers.&nbsp; It was unreal how exquisite it all was, and if she had been forced to describe it, Kacey knew that there would be no words to measure up.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 21:03:51</strong>
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				Teased out with such subtle, sweet promises. The devil's silver tongue. She was returning that slow, intimate kiss. It held beneath it such passionate, barely restrained and desperate to break free. She tasted his lips, and they reacted, slightly parting, allowing her tongue to savour more of the heady flavors. They captured that sweet, delicate pink tongue. Caught in the snare that was laid out for her. He kissed it, tasting her own faint, erotic flavor. Whispers of caramelized sugar on her little contented moans.<br><br>All too soon was the lingering kiss broken with saddening reluctance. Those depthless, soulless eyes searched her own. Their hypnotic depths to pull her spiraling downwards into their oblivion. At least that way she might always be within him, always in his eyes...<br><br>"I will leave you another story tomorrow, my Kacey. Learn well from what I show you." His towering form shifted, the ends of long, colourless hair brushing across her face, tickling her features, playing over her lip's like lover's caress. Pulled past across her eyes, forcing them to flutter closed. When they past, and eyelids lifted, she lay alone in the dark.<br><br>Alone, with that fire still burning in her. Though now, it could find release. Body and mind able to push past that invisible barrier towards release. She could work herself to orgasm multiple times that night, but only when she thought of him. Of his kiss, his body, his voice. Only when she was absorbed with his entity was the permission to cum given.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 18:33:46</strong>
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				When she opened her eyes and saw that he had vanished once again, she sobbed in disappointment.&nbsp; Her body already craving his touch once more.&nbsp; "Please come back..."&nbsp; She whimpered softly to the shadows, already knowing that her request would go unanswered.&nbsp; She was so hot....so aroused....she needed release so desperately that she felt as if she might just die if she had to go another day like this.&nbsp; <br><br>But even as the thought crossed her mind, she somehow knew that she wouldn't have to.&nbsp; Somewhere in her subconscious she realized that he'd lifted the magic that had kept her from climaxing before, that tonight with thoughts of him....of his touch...in her head that she would finally be able to put an end to the sensual torture&nbsp; he'd inflicted upon her for days.&nbsp; <br><br>Not even thinking twice about it, Kacey's hands snaked down between her legs, one hand going down a bit further to slide her ring and her middle finger inside of her soaking wet channel, the other hand sliding the same two fingers around the highly sensitive nub of her clit, gently rubbing them up and down around it.&nbsp; Her body writhed and bucked on the bed, her legs drawing themselves up toward her body as she became lost in the fantasy and the pleasure.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes......ohhhhhhhhh fuck....."&nbsp; Kacey panted, feeling the intensity of the climax building within her, an intensity that frightened her because she'd never experienced anything like it before.&nbsp; The second her middle finger tapped against her clit Kacey's back bowed, bringing her nearly to a sitting position as the pleasure of climax took over.&nbsp; Her small frame shuddered and shook from the force of it, leaving her weak and gasping on the bed. <br><br>Once the spasms of climax began to subside, Kacey nearly instantly fell asleep, her mind and body completely exhausted from the day's events.&nbsp; With no alarm clock to wake her, Kacey slept through the following day, not even waking up to call into work, her eyes not opening until the last few rays of the sun began to dip below the horizon.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 23:00:10</strong>
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				When finally she'd arise, the book sat ominously beside her bed.<em> I will leave you another story</em>, his voice had told her. And indeed, within that tome were more words filling the pages. Not only did words flow across the pages, but so did images for Kacey, whose eagerness and desire created the words as much as any other dark force. Her desire to know drew out the story across worn, ancient and timeless pages.<br><br>The story before had been one of danger and warning. It had shown a reason for the madness and despair wrought upon the world by the cruel and petty lover, whose jealousy was matched only by the power that possessive beast could wield. This story was different. The danger evident in the pages, however, still remained. Yet it was a danger mixed with passion and lust.<br><br>The words wove a story about another one that had been called his lover, his bride. The tale told of the passions and ecstasy they shared, the powers she was given, the treasures of the world she was allowed to behold and partake in. Images depicted lustful embraces, curves of bodies and wanton expressions as flesh was ravaged. The feminine form's lips always parted, as if in some cry of pleasure, yet something lurked below, suggesting a darker, almost agonized screaming. Always was the man's face obscured, and always was the woman's exposed, revealing those eyes.<br><br>Eyes that stared up towards Kacey. They were haunting, seeming to watch her even as shadows played across the old, dry pages, almost seeming to make the images move and shift as though alive. It was those eyes though, that she kept returning to as more of erotic tales of decadency unfolded. It was almost as if they contained a soul, and were alive...<br><br>It was then that the story grew darker as it unfolded. What had happened to this woman, who had everything in the Devil's embrace? Greed. The lust for power. Like the story before it, this was another fable of warning and twisted moral message. The mortal women was not satisfied with his embrace, and all that he offered her. She wanted a part of his throne, for the sins of greed and avarice had consumed her.<br><br>In the end, he had bound her spirit within that tome, to eternally suffer through torturous pleasure all that he could share. Endlessly suffering through the heights of ecstasy that would warp and consume any person's mind, an eternal damnation for failing him...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 02:17:00</strong>
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				Kacey shuddered under the gaze of those eyes, feeling almost as if she were hated by them for getting what they wanted.&nbsp; She closed the book, unable to bear it no longer, and set it on the nightstand next to her bed.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I will leave you another story tomorrow, my Kacey. Learn well from what I show you."</em> he'd spoken to her, and she felt she had done just that.&nbsp; Greed and a lust for power had consumed this woman, and it had cost her dearly.&nbsp; Kacey surmised that she would have to be content with what was given to her, what was chosen for her else she might very well end up just as this woman had, bound eternally to him yet unable to have him, or what he offered.&nbsp; <br><br>She sat alone in the dim light of her room, her arms crossed over her chest as she sat in the bed, her body visibly shivering from the lasting imprint the images in the book had left upon her.&nbsp; <br><br>Still exhausted from the past few days events, Kacey soon fell asleep once again, this time her sleep blissfully uninterrupted by dreams and images.&nbsp; She awoke just as the first light of day began to creep over the horizon, able that morning to shower and ready herself for work.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what she was going to tell her supervisor about not calling or showing up for work yesterday.&nbsp; Kacey figured she was going to just have to wing it and pray they took sympathy on her.&nbsp; <br><br>She was still very tired, the dark circles beneath her eyes attesting to the fact that she hadn't been resting very well.&nbsp; Her skin paler than normal, also showing signs that she wasn't up to her normal self just yet.&nbsp; Thankfully her bosses were understanding, taking into account her appearance it was clear she wasn't lying to them when she said she wasn't well. <br><br>Managing to muddle her way through the first half of her day, she was oh so thankful for lunch time to come about.&nbsp; She needed a break and a very strong cup of coffee.&nbsp; Fleeing the confining space of the office, she headed down the street to a quaint little bistro, taking a table by the window and immediately ordering a cup of coffee.&nbsp; While she waited for the coffee, she perused the menu, trying to find something that might help give her some energy.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 05:10:05</strong>
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				Coffee and food were brought to her, the check and pen left on the table beside her cup. Even as she ate, her hand seemed drawn to that pen which lay upon the tabletop. Compelled to play with it, fidgeting and touching it. Only when she was done with her coffee did she realize she had been doodling upon the napkin before her. But no mere pictures; a flowing script, with long, beautiful arcs and curls, an elegance that the ticks of time did not afford her. <br><br>The words her hand scripted were not her own, and draw unconsciously. It was only when she had finished writing that they were obvious, and how obvious indeed! Their italicized sweeps standing out in stark contrast to scribbles around them. The words were written in some strange, archaic language. Not even Latin, which would at least be easily recognizable. Yet there was no doubt whose hand had written them, and though the actual meaning of the words escaped her, their intent was without doubt. The symbols seemed to incite some lasciviousness deep inside her. It was as though a part of her, locked away from conscious mind, knew the meaning of the text before it, and was growing increasing aroused by it.<br><br><br>Meanwhile, outside the bistro's windows there stood a man on the street corner. In one hand he held a stack of pamphlets, in the other a pocket-sized bible. He pressed them both upon each and every passer-by, aggressively proselytizing their imminent damnation. Raised voice calling out that he knew the truths of man. God, salvation, and redemption.<br><br>No bistro patrons had been sitting behind her, yet soon she realized someone's hand had lifted a locke of her hair as she watched, and let it slip between their fingers. There was no sudden anxiety of rush or fear, but rather a swell of joy and calm that came over her, as she had no doubt who's hand it was. He was leaning in, until she could hear his voice over her shoulder, whispering down into her ear, "He thinks he knows the truth? Right and wrong? Tell him he's mistaken, Kacey. Tell him you know the Devil, and you know Sin. His propaganda is not for my delicate flower. <em>Tell him</em>." Voice, so sweet, so rich, it was almost angelic if not for the numbing dark quality that clung to one's mind, leaving it in a veil of ambiguity and amorality.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 20:54:47</strong>
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				Kacey had begun to writhe in her seat, the arousal brought on by the scribbled words unmistakable, the source of that arousal also unmistakable.&nbsp; Her eyes grew heavy, dark, and lust filled as she sat there, leaning back in her chair and sighing softly in response.&nbsp; One leg crossed over the other, her thighs squeezing together, putting pressure on the hidden pearl between her nether lips, a soft gasp of pleasure escaping her mouth.&nbsp; She bit her bottom lip, her teeth dragging slowly across the plump moist surface.&nbsp; Even that simple act had a profoundly sensual effect on her while thoughts of Him danced around in her head.&nbsp; <br><br>So she nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the hand on her shoulder, the sudden awareness of where she was rushing back to her, a deep red flush creeping across her cheeks in thought that she'd been caught by someone nearby.&nbsp; But her body relaxed instantly when the realization of who it was so near her, the instant longing and appreciation of his attention leaping to the front.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes drifted across the street to watch the man He was referring to, a shudder passing through her body as his rich beautiful voice whispered in her ear.&nbsp; "No...."&nbsp; She whispered in agreement with him, thinking to herself that the man knew nothing.&nbsp; Heaven wasn't to be found with God, heaven was being held in the arms of her dark Lord.&nbsp; Never in her life had she felt such bliss, and though it might be a sin, it was one she was ready to commit again and again.&nbsp; <br><br>Leaving money on the table, Kacey exited the cafe and strode with a purpose across the street, spurred on by His words to her, her hand flying out to send the pamphlets scattering about him.&nbsp; "What do you know?"&nbsp; She barked at him angrily, glancing around her and almost daring anyone to something against her.&nbsp; "What proof do you have that your words are true?"&nbsp; Kacey asked him, her eyes glimmering dangerously.&nbsp; "What promises has he made to you that he's kept?&nbsp; What proof do you have that you will be awarded salvation?"&nbsp; She bent down and picked up a pamphlet, crumpling it up in her hand and tossing it in the man's direction.&nbsp; "I know Lucifer....and I know that heaven here on earth is to be found in his embrace if you but give yourself to it.&nbsp; God can promise me no such thing."&nbsp; <br><br>Turning on her heel she strode away from the crowd of bewildered onlookers, her feet carrying her back toward her office.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 20:13:57</strong>
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				As she'd stride away a great wave of power seemed to rush upon her. Exhilarating. Titillating. She was marching with a commanding purpose back to her office. As she stood at an intersection a block away from the still dazed man and the scene she had created, a vague, tall form stood beside her.<br><br>No one seemed to notice this tall, darkly handsome figure who always seemed slightly obfuscated by umbral ripples who walked beside her. How her hair was played with like a little doll's. People shuffled past her, almost as though she were invisible, trapped in their own little worlds.<br><br>"Oh, my... Kacey... I admit I didn't think you had it in you," he murmured gentle to her, voice as though a breeze in the air. "You manage to surprise and impress me... but then again, I suppose you don't have to worry about them burning you at the stake," the man chuckled knowingly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 20:32:18</strong>
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				"In for a penny, in for a pound."&nbsp; She murmured softly, feeling a giddy sort of elation at how proud he sounded of her.&nbsp; Maybe he was right, maybe she had indeed been made for him.&nbsp; She had never done something like that in her life, would never have thought to, despite having asked the very same questions to herself that she had asked the man with the pamphlets.&nbsp; <br><br>How did anyone know where there salvation lay?&nbsp; Was there even such a thing?&nbsp; She turned in the direction of his voice, her head tilting up as if to look at him, her eyes closing so that she could soak in his presence.&nbsp; His words caused her eyes to open, a flash of fear glimmering in their emerald depths.&nbsp; "They don't.....I mean....they wouldn't really do that would they?"&nbsp; She asked hoarsely, wondering if they were still persecuting witches in the modern day and age, not giving a second thought to the fact that no one else could see him and it might appear as if she were talking to herself.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 20:38:23</strong>
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				"Do you think I would let them do that? I could have them worship you. Right now, right here." He breathed, and she knew it was true. There, on the sidewalk, in plain view of everyone and everything outside her building. Kacey was entering the building back to her office, into the foyer and towards the elevators as the man strolled nonchalantly beside her, a step behind her, almost just at the corner of her vision.<br><br>"They are not without their vices. My claws are in them all. Even that little man who is your boss, Kacey. He stares, have you noticed? Shall I tell you what is in his mind? Shall I show you? That little blonde with the short hair. The receptionist... that one is his favorite. Or what is in <strong>her </strong>mind? Oh, I think you would like that."<br><br>With a ding, the elevator's doors sluggishly opened to reveal the offices in which Kacey worked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 00:46:54</strong>
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				Kacey felt herself stand up a little straighter, felt a bit of pride inside of herself for knowing that he wouldn't let anything happen to her, and that she had in fact been right to defend him against the nay Sayers.&nbsp; <br><br>She could feel him beside her, his presence surprisingly soothing to her frazzled nerves.&nbsp; Unable to help smirking slightly as he spoke, her eyes glancing around the people she worked with, wondering what juicy little secrets lurked within them.&nbsp; Glancing back at him, she shook her head at the offer of her boss.&nbsp; "No....if it's about me I'd rather not...."&nbsp; But she couldn't help but wonder what might be going on in the receptionist's mind.&nbsp; <br><br>Thinking about it for a moment, nibbling on her bottom lip while she pondered the temptation, she finally nodded her head ever so slightly.&nbsp; "Can you really show me?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 19:27:12</strong>
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				"Of course I can," he chided her, and she'd feel the weight of his large hand settling upon her shoulder, comfortingly, reassuringly, possessively. Incalculable eyes settled upon the petite blonde, meek and mild-mannered, who fidgited with a phone cord as she chatted to someone on the other line. Briefly, she made eye contact with Kacey and gave her a shy, uneasy smile.<br><br>"Come with me," He had whispered, fingers tightening, squeezing upon her slender shoulder with that familiar tingling warmth spreading through the fabric of her top.<br><br>There came a sense of intense vertigo, tumbling into a strange, unsettling darkness. There were whispers of thoughts, of memories, as if all around her in that black void. Not her own, but within arm's reach. No up or down, before suddenly she stood again with him at her side, hand still secure upon her form.<br><br>"Look there," He directed her attention forward. They seemed to stand still in the front office of her building -- or some dark approximation there of, and before them was the receptionist, Vivienne. Dear, sweet, almost prudish-seeming Vivienne. She was upon her back atop the reception desk, her tan, fairly trim form wearing strange, fetishist black leather that revealed, not hid, her small body. Yet, there was a surprising power the small girl had in this imagination. A commanding presence, and she was hissing, yowling in pleasure, for there was another figure between her splayed thighs.<br><br>The other figure had their back to Kacey and her devilish guardian, but their body was sweetly ripe, modest yet tantalizing curves, sensually clad in little more then silks and chains-- chains clearly held in Vivienne's hands-- a flowing mane of auburn hair hid the other woman's visage, which was burried into the little Domme's crotch.<br><br>"Oooh, Kacey! Kacey, my little bitch! Yesssssss...." Came a husky, passionate growl from the tiny blonde's lips, and soon his eyes shifted from the scene, to the real Kacey's face that stood close beside him, "Shall we go closer, my dear?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 00:28:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kacey clung to him as the world around him dissolved around her, everything that was real blurring and fading and then being replaced with something else entirely.&nbsp; When the world finally stopped spinning and started to come back into focus she glanced around her, recognizing a few things.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned to look at Vivienne, recognizing her immediately, her eyes growing wide with surprise as she took in the way the petite little blonde was dressed.&nbsp; Kacey shot him a confused glance, not quite understanding what it all meant, and then turned her attention back to the receptionist.&nbsp; <br><br>As it became increasingly obvious to her who it was that was nestled between her legs, Kacey's eyes nearly bugged out of her head, a deep red flush blooming on her cheeks.&nbsp; "No...."&nbsp; She said in shock, shaking her head back and forth frantically.&nbsp; It boggled her mind that the small prudish looking woman harbored such thoughts in her head.....ones that involved <em>her</em> in that way.&nbsp; <br><br>"Um....okay...I've seen enough...."&nbsp; Kacey choked, turning her head away from the scene in front of her to stare up at him instead.&nbsp; "Can we go now?"&nbsp; She asked almost desperately, not wanting to see any more of the scene involving her with the other woman.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 23:13:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You recoil, Kacey?" He chided to her as she turned away in disgust, "She did not ask you to be here. Perhaps she knew you'd be disgusted. We are the interlopers, and you are the one that wanted to see..."<br><br>Even as he spoke, Vivienne was tugging at the chains, which bit into the faux Kacey's pale curves. She was tossed backwards as Vivienne moved over her, to roughly claim her body with small mouth and pearly white teeth. It was then that the shadows seemed to throb once, a suddenness that even seemed unexpected from Him. It was in that strange moment that the provocatively clad, sexualized Vivienne's eyes lifted... and almost seemed to make eye contact with Kacey.<br><br>Suddenly, they were back in the true office, where Vivienne gave a sudden start as though pulled from a trance on the phone, knocking off her notepad and spilling it across the floor. She was fumbling to gather it back up and sit primly again, though she stole a glance up towards Kaceyed, blushing profusely before focusing on the pone conversation once more. The blond was now gnawing at her pencil. Kacey realized just how often the girl had chewed at her pencils when she was around her. A nervous habit, but what if it was a merely a poor substitute for Kacey's own flesh? What if she was always in want to gnaw and nip at Kacey's skin, her ear, her nipple, perhaps even the delicate flesh of her pussy's intimate folds...<br><br>"Her mind was stronger then I expected," He spoke smoothly, reminding Kacey he was beside her, his large hand now meandering slowly up along the small of her back, "Did what you see surprise you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 00:37:26</strong>
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				She could only nod silently in answer to his question, pressing her body back against his touch, wanting more of it.&nbsp; "I....I would never have.....dreamed that she....and....and that...."&nbsp; Kacey stammered quietly, unable to look at the receptionist right at that moment, her cheeks still flushed with both embarrassment and more than a little bit of arousal after the scene she'd just witnessed.&nbsp; <br><br>She felt dizzy and a bit weak from the trip into Vivienne's thoughts, and more than a little shaken at what she saw there.&nbsp; "No more mind hopping for me....."&nbsp; Kacey muttered softly, sitting down at her desk and hiding behind her computer monitor.&nbsp; "At least not for a while....."&nbsp; The last thing she wanted to do was displease him, everything inside her wanted nothing more than to please him always, to keep him happy with her, and more than anything she wanted him to be proud of her....<br><br>Remembering the soul of the woman trapped inside of the book at her house, Kacey made a silent vow that she would never end up like that. She would never give him cause to have to take that course of action with her.....if she could help it anyway.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm sorry..."&nbsp; She murmured softly, almost afraid to look up at him for fear she had somehow let him down.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 16:10:02</strong>
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				The room seemed to chill dramatically, as though an imperceptible ice crept out and covered everything, from her skin to the keyboard at her desk. The air hung heavily as she meekly voiced her muttered unease. The tension was palpable, and her dawning realization and subsequent apology eased it, but only just enough to make it not feel quite so suffocating or chilling.<br><br>"Very well... when you return home this evening, perhaps then you will be more compliant," the voice whispered, cold breath at her ear before fading away.<br><br>Kacey was brought back to reality by the sudden sound of slamming. Vivienne stood at the AC unit, wielding a telephone book and glaring at the box. "It's own the fritz again... I swear!" She said, before stealing a glance over toward Kacey. The drop in temperature had an effect on the woman, her own nipples clearly seen pressing through the silky summer wear blouse she worem and she seemed to be checking to see if it had the same reaction with Kacey.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 00:23:48</strong>
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				Kacey sat there unmoving for several moments, her brain trying to process all that had happened in the past few minutes.&nbsp; Her wary gaze watched Vivienne as she complained about the AC, wrapping her arms around herself to try and ward off the chill, a chill that she knew had nothing at all to do with a faulty air conditioner. <br><br>She nodded mutely,&nbsp; shivering as the coldness seemed loathe to release her.&nbsp; Despite herself, Kacey felt her gaze moving down to the other woman's chest, unable to <em>not</em> notice the dusky nipples that could be seen plainly beneath her blouse.&nbsp; Images came unbidden to her mind, those that He had shown her, another shiver coursing down her spine, but this one had nothing to do with the cold. <br><br>Kacey fumbled through the rest of her day, not really even realizing the passage of time.&nbsp; It was only when her boss came by and informed her that it was time to go home that Kacey finally glanced at the clock.&nbsp; <br><br>She returned to her house, still very much in a daze.&nbsp; As the evening wore on, she could feel unease began to creep into her bones, almost afraid for Him to come to her that night, afraid that he was displeased with her in some way.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 02:26:24</strong>
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				Perhaps what was marked upon kacey's flesh, unseen by others, yet somehow aware was a scarlet letter, that mark of sin and of the Devil's taint. Throughout the day she was simultaneously ignored, as though people refused to accept the fact that she existed, yet always their eyes were drawn to her as she past by, a silent yearning whenever she left a room. It was as if the touch of him had created some strange, alluring yet fouled aura about her. It was not only Vivienne's mind that was now filled with phantoms of Kacey's flesh being manipulated, devoured, brought to such inescapable pleasures... they look seemed to gleam it everyone's eyes.<br><br>Yet, those pleasures no mortal could bring. She knew that, as she returned home that night. Time slipped by in a strange fog, the chill ever present, but somehow it had faded without notice. The house was sweltering, and it seemed to have come on in a sudden. The furnace, no doubt. It was so deathly hot now. Almost like living in an oven. Hot like his touch. His breath... His hand... his hand was an inferno of intense feelings, drawn up across her flesh. Even now, Kacey could image its wandering fingertips following the contours and slopes of her inner thigh, higher still.<br><br>Large hand shifted, nestled down between her legs, cupping her sex with a firmness, a commanding roughness. Long digits curled to cup and cradle the heat which radiated with the fierce pounding of need, drawn out by his mere presence, his voice, the way he was leaning in over her and whispering into her ear. He didn't seem to care if she whimpered meekly, or cried out loudly in that moment. He was there, behind her.<br><br>"Kacey," he spoke to her, "Do you wish to please me... or anger me?" he asked of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 03:04:33</strong>
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				Unconsciously her body leaned back, her legs opening wider to allow him access to anything he wanted.&nbsp; Her body arched and writhed as she felt his hands on that part of her that always seemed to crave...need....his touch.&nbsp; Her breath left her lungs in a slow steady exhale, her body feeling as though it was melting from the heat of his touch.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please you....."&nbsp; She whimpered softly in answer to his question, wanting so very much to please him so that he might in turn do the same for her.&nbsp; Her need for him consumed her whole, leaving her trembling and hungry each and every time he was in her presence.&nbsp; Only he could give her what she so desperately craved, and she knew it, and was willing to do whatever it took so that he would continue to touch her like he was.&nbsp; <br><br>"I want to please you."&nbsp; Kacey murmured thickly, writhing and bucking against the heat between her legs.&nbsp; "Please...."&nbsp; she begged softly, already feeling her blood on fire for him, that deep and desperate hunger clawing at her insides as he teased and tormented her.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 07:33:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Those angular features, chiseled and refined, canted as she willingly parted those slim thighs and revealed the longing wetness that saturated the flimsy panties she wore. She could see the passionate glow within his eyes through heavy curtains of dark, thick lashes. She could see how his lips twitched upwards into a roguishly handsome smirk as he observed the power he wielded over her.<br><br>"Very good... and now, perhaps you deserve a reward, my Kacey?" She felt him moving, encircling her. He twisted at his trim waist, muscular form, sinew rippling with sleek prowess of that athletically slender form as his hand lingered. Warm fingertips, the soft pads of flesh brushing along her stomach. They meandered slow, languid caresses across her abdomen. He traced lazy patterns upwards to her naval, and then slowly lower again over bare soft skin.<br><br>Eventually those masterful, wandering touch, with nails lightly dragging across her skin until finding the elastic band of her panties, sliding along it. Soon the fingers dipped just under that band which clung to her petite but womanly hips, and he gave it a little tug, which pulled soaked cotton tightly across her throbbing, wanting mons, stretching the fabric snugly over her until it molded to the womanly shape of her sex, "Tell me of your own pleasures... tell me of your needs, Kacey."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 02:19:33</strong>
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				Kacey swore for a moment that she thought her body might actually go up in flames.&nbsp; The need that he always seemed to awaken within her frightened her some times.&nbsp; Never in her life had she felt this deep and desperate hunger gnawing at her insides.&nbsp; Never had she felt that she would do anything someone asked her to do so long as he promised to keep touching her, feeding that need. <br><br>That was until Him.&nbsp; It would stand to reason, given who He was that it would be like this, but the intensity and rawness of it took her breath away.&nbsp; Her body squirmed and writhed beneath his touch, silently begging him for more without her having to say a word.&nbsp; <br><br>She groaned and arched her hips upward toward him, grinding the heated sensitive flesh of her sex against the soft silk of her panties.&nbsp; She was so caught up in sensation that it took her several moments to realize that he had spoken to her, her mind frantically trying to process his request so that she might do as asked.&nbsp; "My needs?"&nbsp; She gasped, biting the plump flesh of her bottom lip as he so masterfully played her body. <br><br>"I need.....I need to feel you inside of me....."&nbsp; Kacey mewled, knowing that there was absolutely nothing int he world that she wanted more in that instance than to feel Him bury his thick hard cock inside of her body.&nbsp; If his simple teasing could take her to heights of sensual pleasure she'd never known before, having him actually take her would be nothing short of heaven.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 02:36:20</strong>
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				"Very well... your wish is my desire," Words teasing purred to her as he was leaning in over her, hand moving away from her sex. Once more he gripped the waistband of her panties and pulled. Now the fabric was digging harder into her, almost painfully, dragging into pink and damp crevice, grazing over the tender bud of sensitive flesh that was her clit. Then all at once, there came a hiss, a tearing of fabric, and her panties were ripped. The elastic snapped form around her tiny waist, tattered fabric pulled free of her loins. It was tossed aside, arrogantly discarded.<br><br>Now she was exposed for him. Her pale, long legs spread apart for him, hoping, needing. His hand ran back downwards as he ducked in over her midsection. His long, dark hair tickled across her ribcage, the lower swell of her breasts, along her stomach. Then his lips were against her pale skin, parted, drawn over her naval which his tongue flickered across and into, teasing the soft dimple of skin. It was only a teasing, half-recognized sensation compared to the trail fingers wrought of fire and brimstone across her skin as they dipped between her thighs and soon her prayers of in were answered by his caressing touch against the bareness of her drenched sex.<br><br>Of course, it was no cock, no epitome of masculinity conquering her. No, she'd have to earn such a gift as that. Still, His fingers were sliding through the soft downy curls that hid tantalizing secrets, though their protective wisps were no match for the cruel, skilled fingers that worked upon her pale skin, until it was flushed and pink became near red, excited nearly as much by the prospect of what was to come then from the actual stimulation it received.<br><br>After all, she knew what he could do it her, the commands he could order, and how her body was forced to obey. The way a single touch could lay its claim upon her, and bend her to its orgasmic will. In comparison, the slow, hot trail his lips created, downwards towards the juicy cleft which hid such secrets from mortal men, but never he. Never this one who twisted her and made her dance upon his strings.<br><br>Fingers sliding upwards, around that delicate nub of throbbing flesh, though never to touch. They pulled and plied at fleshen folds, coaxing back the petals and the sensitive hood, to reveal that, soon to feel the hot of his breath lancing over it. She knew the scent of his breath, the taste of his lips, and as his eyes lifted to peer past her self-kneaded pert, aching breasts, she knew that they would soon be upon her, to drink the juice that so readily flowed for him. That he would be in her, truly... and how it must feel, the Devil's silvered tongue.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 02:24:22</strong>
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				Her body arched and writhed beneath his skilled touch, unable to control anything about the movements she made.&nbsp; Every twitch, every jerk, every arch and undulation was brought on by sure instinct and need, a silent plea to him for what she wanted, what her body craved.&nbsp; There were no words, it was doubtful at that point she could have even formed words if he'd required her too, so lost in the maddening pleasure he gave to her. <br><br>The entire length of her body quivered, her thighs parting as widely as possible to allow him all of the room he might need to quench the flames that were running rampant inside of her.&nbsp; Her hands reached down her body, the delicate lines of her fingers trailing softly through the dark curtain of his hair.&nbsp; She didn't dare grab hold of him, even in her near delirious state of arousal, Kacey some how knew that would not bode well for her, but she needed to touch him....touch some part of him...as she felt like she might fall apart if she didn't. <br><br>Her back arched, her hips moving against his hands, shuddering with an aching need as she felt the warmth of his breath fanning across the aroused flesh between her legs.&nbsp; "Please....."&nbsp; She rasped thickly, the word coming out more moan than actual word, every single nerve of her body tense and anxious for what came next.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 02:59:22</strong>
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				"Please?" He mocked her, "You beg for me me, my Kacey? The Adversary of all? The Accuser, the wanderer of time? Beelzebub? I am the devil in men's souls, the temptation in their eyes." He growled, eyes lifting from the sight of her poor sex, dripping before him, up to meet her own gaze with his of almost moonlight qualities, "Do you know what you say, when you say you need it? You have already promised to be mine, to be the subject of my diabolical fascinations... do you wish to be held in dragon's claws, in serpent's coils? Tell me, Kacey."<br><br>Nostrils flared, inhaling the scents of her form. Not only the smells of her arousal and perfumes, but of adrenaline, or fear. Fight, or flight. Of course, neither were expected, but the third: fright. A deer in the headlights. Tensed, breath held, agonizing over what was to come, yet paralysis already acknowledging the inevitable.<br><br>There was no hunt, of course. Unless all that came before had been the hunting, though he stalked not. Perhaps he had toyed with his prey, for certain. Indeed, he still did, for he was not yet done with her. Tragically, not even close.<br><br>Large hands slipped across waist and curves of her hips, following the flow of the curves. Nails raking across pale skin, hard enough to leave felt red lines upon her. Soon his large hands were behind her, under the plush swells of her derriere. The warm glow from those masterful palms sliding over the curve of her ass, holding each pale cheek in hand. Finally, her hips were pulled inward, and towards the source of teasing breaths.<br><br>Those lips, glistening with saliva that she knew tasted rich, sweet, yet spicy. Would the strange spice be felt against her sex, one might wonder? That faint burn that titillated taste buds, then bathing her pussy? The answer came soon enough, for the dark lord brought his dearest Kacey's gaping, womanly flesh to his lips and partook deeply, with slow, broad strokes of his tongue. A tongue that was not quite human. It was thick, yet long and tapered, rough, yet satiny. It was a tongue that suited its needs in the moment, from whispered words to sexual fantasies, so was the Devil's tongue...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 00:50:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered softly, a quiet and almost pitiful sound as she felt his tongue against her painfully sensitive woman's flesh.&nbsp; Her hips arched upward toward his mouth in an instinctive reaction, wanting more of that delicious attention.&nbsp; Her fingers grasped around her, struggling to find anything to hold onto, to possibly center herself as her entire world spun around her. <br><br>It was a very strange place to find oneself she thought absently as she drifted along with the exquisite pleasure that only he could give her.&nbsp; A willing participant in all of this, having already agreed to belong to the Devil himself.&nbsp; The thought terrified her more than she could articulate, but at the same time she felt freer than she had in her entire life, all of the rules that society and those who preached God's word falling by the wayside, to be replaced with something oh so simple.&nbsp; <br><br>Pleasing him.&nbsp; <br><br>It was so simple, and yet complicated at the same time.&nbsp; Who knew what He truly wanted.&nbsp; Kacey had no idea if she would be able to fulfill what he wanted of her, what he wanted her for,&nbsp; but as she had willingly agreed to this, all she could to was try, and throw herself into that role with her entire being.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes.....yes....."&nbsp; She panted, though even she wasn't sure if it was in response to his questions, or if it was urging him on.&nbsp; It was the most delicious torture she had ever experienced, and yet every single time with him was just like this.&nbsp; Each and every time he managed to wind her body up so tightly that she swore she would die from it.&nbsp; Her hips bucked and writhed beneath the expert attention of his mouth and tongue, her chest heaving with every breath she took.&nbsp; A fine sheen of sweat coated her naked body, her pale skin glistening in the dim light of the room as she writhed and thrashed beneath him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 01:02:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Each roll of bathing tongue sliding deeply into her, curling and collecting the juices of his lovely Kacey's. Though honey-tasting, it was more appropriate to think of it as the nectar, hidden within dewy rose petals, and he a bee (angry, dangerous, wickedly fast and poisonous) who feasted and took what he wanted, though rewarded the little flower, almost incidentally, with the pleasures of stirring wings -- or stirring tongue.<br><br>Her legs trembled from the comparative ferocity of his mouth upon her pussy, and soon he was shifting to draw her pale, creamy legs up across his broad shoulders, bent at the knees over them, her bare, curled toes near his spine. She could feel the powerful of large, though lean form under her quivering and weak legs as he tormented her with the lashes of uncanny tongue. The thrilling trembling flick at the end with its final curl from her, to dance across her maidenhead.<br><br>Eyes never left her's, even as piercing tonguing gave way to suckles upon sensitive flesh, drawn between his lips, to the perfect, pearly white gates of teeth, harassed by them with sharp nibbles, drawing intense mix of painful pleasure from her quaking mons.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 18:05:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kacey whimpered and pleaded with him, unintelligible words and sounds rolling off of her tongue as she writhed and thrashed beneath him.&nbsp; Her hands clawed at everything around her, a desperate need to find something solid, something other than him to hold onto as she began to fear she would die from pleasure so extreme it was becoming almost painful. <br><br>Her body quivered and shook, each lash of his tongue causing her to jerk and undulate as he brought her expertly ever closer to climax.&nbsp; Her bottom lip trembled from the intensity of it all, her teeth starting to chatter as she struggled to catch her breath.&nbsp; "I.....need......"&nbsp; She mewled pitifully, knowing deep down that he already knew what she needed, and knew what she was going to ask for....and knew that he would most likely make her ask for it anyway.&nbsp; But in that moment she didn't care.&nbsp; She would do anything so long as he gave her what her body so desperately craved.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please...."&nbsp; She begged again, a soft pleading sound, as he continued the sensual torture of her body and her mind.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 00:43:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kacey. Poor, sweet, unsuspecting Kacey. One might have felt a pang of sympathy for her, had she not so readily thrown herself into the depths of Hell for fleeting pleasure. Her little body bucking under him, desperate for more. Always so desperate for another level of sensation, another decadent step towards eternal damnation.<br><br>He growled angrily as she pleadingly whined for him, as if to save her, to give her release and freedom. The mighty growl that came up from large chest was felt, more then heard, a delicious vibration across mouth and tongue, and thus across cunt and clit that had been drawn helplessly between those perfectly shaped lips of his.<br><br>Now she understood the pictures before, the warnings, the promises. How the woman's eyes had met her own. How they cried out in lust, in pleasure, in torture, and agony. It was as though no amount of orgasms, however violent, however intense, would cause him to release. The power he drew from her quivering, thrashing body immense compared to whatever brief pangs of ecstasy her climax would bring.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 01:48:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body arched violently, her mouth opening to scream out her pleasure, but no sound came out.&nbsp; The world around her exploded, the white hot painful pleasure building and building, winding tighter and tighter until at last it broke free, sending a cascade of unbelievable ecstasy coursing through her entire body.&nbsp; <br><br>Her entire body trembled and shook with the power of the pleasure he'd inflicted upon her, her muscles twitching and shivering as they struggled to hold her body aloft.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the spasms of orgasm continued to rock her small frame, Kacey collapsed backward, her muscles growing weak and unable to support her any longer.&nbsp; She panted and moaned, her chest heaving with the effort of trying to catch her breath.&nbsp; <br><br>But even as her body began it's slow descent from the heights of pleasure, Kacey soon realized that she had gotten no real satisfaction from the release she'd craved so desperately.&nbsp; That even now after such a powerful and intense orgasm she found her body still unsatisfied, still yearning, still wanting, still craving more from him.&nbsp; <br><br>Unable to lift her head to look at him, her eyes glanced down the length of her body, watching him in disbelief as he continued to tease and toy with her, wondering if he knew exactly what was happening to her and had planned it that way.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 03:25:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Screams. Oh, those breathless, silent screams. Her screams, along with countless others. Were the dark figure between her legs -- whose maw viciously tore at her body, tearing away any lingering resistances even in the throws of passionate peaks -- to have such satisfaction from mere physical release, it would be those screams that would be the most erotic.<br><br>He knew what he did to her. Of course, she was his. Hadn't she confessed as much? She willingly tumbled down in sexual darkness, into an endless abyss. No, not just any abyss, but <em>the </em>abyss. Cast downwards, spiraling in twisted rapture to the depths of Hell, the darkest shrouds, to land at his feet... The abyss that He was destined to rise from, reborn as the destroying angel. An angel of destruction, of carnage, of death. To bring forth the end of the beginning. Perhaps he already had... Perhaps she, delicate, nubile, quivering Kacey, was the first.<br><br>The spasms of her sex spared her no mercy, no remorse. Her own pleasures and pains seemed suddenly so insignificant to the world, even with the Devil betwix her thighs, smeared with her own juices hedonically.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This (Umbral &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 19:41:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please....."&nbsp; She begged him softly, her small body still wracked with spasms of pleasure.&nbsp; A pleasure that seemed unrelenting and unyielding at the same time.&nbsp; "Please....I can't...."&nbsp; Kacey wept as he continued to kneel between her thighs.&nbsp; <br><br>Her body jerked and writhed beneath his mouth, undulating and moving in a sensual dance, her movements almost mirroring the flame of the lit candle beside them.&nbsp; It was almost fitting, considering who she was with that her body would move like fire,&nbsp; for it was from the flames of hell that he sprang.&nbsp; His tongue was hot and unforgiving as he continued to torture her with it, demanding her complete and total surrender.&nbsp; <br><br>"Lucifer....."&nbsp; She whimpered, a strained whisper falling from her lips.&nbsp; "I can't take anymore.....please....have mercy....I beg of you..."&nbsp; Kacey rasped, raising her head just enough to be able to look at him, her eyes beseeching him to take pity on her and her mortal body.&nbsp; 
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