Destructive Libido.  [DeviantofLove and MusicNeverDies.]
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				Title: <strong>Destructive Libido.  [DeviantofLove and MusicNeverDies.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deviant of Love</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 23:12:12</strong>
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				There was an outlandish sense of amorous intention sinking within him.&nbsp; It was not an unfamiliar feeling, it was one that panged him ceaselessly since the <strong>transformation</strong> three years in the past.&nbsp; It robbed him of fulfillment, and even his taste for blood was compromised in pursuit to satiate his carnality on occasions.&nbsp; The naïve women that stalked the night were surefire candidates and quite easy to overcome, even more so since the <strong>transformation</strong>.<br>Three years ago, he’d been introduced into a different existence, a different state of mind, and human sensations were replaced by the tyranny of being a vampire.&nbsp; The very same woman that had convinced him into infidelity with his first and only marriage had revealed herself to be one of the children of the night, and had converted him; at first, he never would have consented, but the raw passion and the honed abilities of a vampire had convinced him otherwise with the passage of time.<br>This night, a hunger for the taste of forbidden fruit tempted his saliva, and blindly drove him to recall the name of his once remotely-cherished wife.&nbsp; Elaine Collting.&nbsp; Once upon a time, she’d been Elaine Ainsworth, the husband to Isaac Ainsworth.&nbsp; She possessed an aura about her that had lured him into the shackling bonds of marriage; he had never wanted another to sample her fruit.&nbsp; Now, by divorce, Isaac himself was supposedly denied having her to use as a canvas to enact his sexual imagery.&nbsp; In completely honesty, he’d never worn his wedding band to symbolize his affection for her, but it served as a license to demonstrate that she was his property.&nbsp; Hardly offended by her denial of him when she learned of his infidelity, the band was perhaps lying in a trash heap somewhere as a forsaken icon.&nbsp; He no longer needed such worldly things…<br>Now he stood before the estate they had both once lived upon, a residence they’d both shared at one time.&nbsp; By the fickleness of the law, this home now belonged to his once-betrothed Elaine, and it was obvious without saying he was no longer welcome.&nbsp; However…could she honestly deny him now?&nbsp; The more suitable question was, could she overcome him, Isaac Ainsworth, the lurker of the streets, the ravager of women, the glutton of blood…the vampire?&nbsp; The home appeared empty, and he could only assume that perhaps she was out and about, allowing the other men to ogle at her enchanting features, allowing them access to a woman that no longer wore her wedding band to fend off invaders.&nbsp; All in all…it instilled him with an infuriation, which he’d feed into his ever-growing lust for the one he’d once owned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destructive Libido.  [DeviantofLove and MusicNeverDies.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 00:10:11</strong>
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				<br>Sleep was on the days agenda. Elaine Collting was tired, having spent the last six nights up and roaming the countryside, while balancing a mostly-normal day life as well. The event had left her drained, and she chose to sleep all of today. It was dark when she finally awoke. Dark was the time she liked best. She had no problem to convince her friends and neighbours of her need for sleep, she was skinny and her skin was a sickly pale color. The best description she had heard for her came from a man whom she now hated (it was a rather large list) he had told her that she looked like a greyhound turned to a human, the off-white skin, the skinny muscular body and strong jawline. She had to agree. <br><br>Of course the man was not one she conferred with anymore, and was second on her list of who she despised the most. Gareth Penatal, the man whom had tried to take her in after her marriage failed. He came off as kind enough, but his desires turned dark and eerie. Supernatural even. It was in the heat and bitterness of a failed marriage that she had agreed to his twisted desires, joining him in world of the night-walking and blood-drinking. She regretted it now and hated him for it. <br><br>But not as much as she hated the man who had made her even consider it. Isaac Ainsworth. That mad had married her, and cheated on her. He had a loving wife at home and still found a need to flounce about with a tramp. She cared for him, once, long ago. Now those feelings were layered over with urges. Disdainful urges to slash open his chest, see if he even had a heart that would beat within in. She could do things like that now, with the power Gareth had given her. But somewhere deep within she knew she probably wouldn't. As much as she hated him, she doubted her ability to kill a man she had once loved so wholly. But there was no chance for them to rekindle their affections, not anymore. <br><br>She turned over on the bed and gave power to the light with a small switch. From outside the light would flash on, then the light in the hall. She was moving downwards, wanting some sort of snack. She stopped in the kitchen, her pale skin almost glowing white in the artificial luminance. She began to raid the fridge, ignoring the large window that was behind her, looking out into the fields behind her property. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destructive Libido.  [DeviantofLove and MusicNeverDies.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deviant of Love</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 00:41:09</strong>
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				Like a textbook he studied their once-shared home with his sharp, glinting scarlet eyes, giving it a final examination before he’d abandon it to widen his search for the female whose heart he’d once clawed apart with his lack of loyalty.&nbsp; Then…what he witnessed enthralled him, his desire rekindled, his razored canines protruding from his mouth and clenching into his bottom lip.&nbsp; Lights glimmered within the upstairs bedchambers, and a moving entity was activating others in a trail that led downstairs, and finally, into the expansive kitchen completely open for viewing due to the large window exposing it completely to the outside.&nbsp; Then, the appearance of the sole individual came to light, and with his honed vision, he determined it to be none other than his former betrothed, Elaine.&nbsp; Her features were entirely discernable, from her thin build, her locks of auburn hair, and even her physical traits were familiar to him.&nbsp; Isaac had now witnessed the one he’d pledged to be husband to years ago, but she possessed a certain quality that piqued his curiosity.<br><br>Her flesh.&nbsp; She seemed disease-ridden, and with such pallid skin, she seemed more of an apparition that human, something that seemed to appeal to him rather than fend him away.&nbsp; These ghostly features only served to entice him and vex his ambitions, further inspiring his everlasting carnal love for her.&nbsp; Lifting his fingertips, embedded with sharpened fingernails and a faint black appearance, he brushed his hand through his lengthy locks of sable hair, his full lips creasing in a wicked, devilish smile.&nbsp; She seemed so frail, breakable…and he’d gained phenomenal strength and endurance, and was sure that he would be able to gain the advantage as soon as she laid eyes upon him.&nbsp; “My darling Elaine…”&nbsp; He whispered to himself in a vague English accent, his voice deep and baritone. <br><br>He began to parade from the sidewalk and onto the law he’d once mowed, his eyes still focused on the tender female in the window, shuffling through the fridge.&nbsp; His gait increased, and he showed his anticipation with the hurried strides, approaching the windows, possessed by his murky desires to sample her yet again.&nbsp; Flexing his fingertips to form a balled fist, he arrived at the window, noticing his target to be unheeding of the window.&nbsp; His muscles flexed violently as he reared his arm back, and thrust his limb through the window, scattering the shards of the window upon the hardwood like a crystal storm.&nbsp; Piloting himself inside, he pounced from the lawn and exposed his fangs and fingernails to further secure his dominance.&nbsp; Lurched towards the female, he finally overpowered her and sank his fingernails into her shoulders, toppling her to the floor for her to be prone to him.<br><br>An animalistic reaction urged him to lower his nostrils to her neck, greedily snaking in the scent of her flesh, as if she were some insignificant rodent nabbed by the feline.&nbsp; The scent…was strangely familiar. It wasn’t a perfume or anything of the like…it was awfully similar to his own.&nbsp; The aroma of blood, mingled with a distinct odor exuding from his own kind…
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destructive Libido.  [DeviantofLove and MusicNeverDies.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 03:58:37</strong>
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				She growled in agitation at the fridge, as if it would do something to change her current lack of nourishment. She was fine in terms of her most primal needs, she'd had blood only two nights ago, but she had need to eat as well, with her frame it wouldn't hurt. Not that she had changed an inch or pound since Gareth changed her. She'd remained the same. Perpetually 25. It had only been a few years ago so no one had caught on, she just wore progressively less make up and no one was the wiser. But soon she'd be forced to move. Where to she had not the faintest, but moving would be in her future. It would be forever, every 5 years or so for the rest of her existence, eternity. <br><br>She heaved a deep sigh and shut the fridge door. No food was found but it wasn't a real problem. It wasn't as though she would die of starvation. She wasn't even that hungry. She simply ate when she was bored, from her frame it appeared as though she was never bored. She was often bored, she was simply an active being who was always skinny. <br><br>Her ears seemed to pick up the first crack of the glass, it played in slow motion in her mind before time sped up again, she turned as the glass shards flew across her floor, a few only inches from her location. She instinctually raised her arms to shield the blow, when her arm was raised a new figure was in her sight. Not new as in a stranger, but new as in someone she had known but changed. Issac was almost as pale as her now, his eyes lacked color, his blatant disrespect more poignant. <br><br>When he dove her own canines protruded from her mouth, a raspy snarl emitting as well. She was caught off kilter, that was why she fell. As he hovered over her her senses became inflamed. His scent. It was erotic. It was the same scent, his strong musky scent no one but her seemed to notice, but mixed with something else. A more primal scent, like her own. The feel of his body against her brought back memories, which she violently pushed away. Another fierce growl, her hands found his side, sinking her nails deep into his flesh and beginning to drag them upward, cutting open skin as she went. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destructive Libido.  [DeviantofLove and MusicNeverDies.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deviant of Love</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 04:25:04</strong>
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				The lids of his eyes lowered when he inwardly studied the scent that had tickled his nostrils, but after a few moments passing he could pinpoint what he’d experienced exuding from her physique, his lips folding against for a pearly smile.&nbsp; Then, he experienced a heated pain tracing across his sides, thrashing his skin, exposing his blood to create warm weblike pathways, staining the casual ruby polo shirt he’d chosen for the evening.&nbsp; Leaking from his teeth would be a threatening growl, but with her continued ripping of his skin, it became strangely sensual quickly, his eyes deepening towards the tops of his sockets as if the minute infliction gave his an exotic pleasure.&nbsp; In response, his own fingertips tightened around her shoulders, effortlessly penetrating and lacerating her.&nbsp; His blackened nails now became thick and gruesome with her draining blood, but he relinquished, lowering his head down inches from hers.&nbsp; As he spoke in a crackling voice, his lips bounced lightly upon her own, his chilling touch now tracing along her jawline, fascinated with her pale features.<br><br>“You’re a vampire as well now…what a sick joke this is, hmm?”&nbsp; As his dear Elaine exhaled, Isaac inhaled her breath seemingly, slipping out a taunting laughter after she displayed her defensive measures.&nbsp; He saw it in those expansive, emerald eyes of hers that she didn’t want his presence here, but perhaps…she was melancholy with the absence of her first husband.&nbsp; Perhaps he was doing her a favor this night.<br><br>Pressing his broad chest against her bust, he lowered his teeth to linger about her neck, lightly pressing the his canines against her bewitching, alabaster skin, not enough to slice her skin with his vampiric teeth, but enough for him to taste the salt of her skin.&nbsp; After pressing his tongue against her throat, he licked upwards in with his moist oral muscle, ending at her chin.&nbsp; “I’ve come to have you once again.&nbsp; I’ve come yet again to engorge myself on that sweet nectar that pours from between your legs.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destructive Libido.  [DeviantofLove and MusicNeverDies.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 05:32:43</strong>
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				She felt his flesh give way, the blood sliding down her arms, poling in the crook of her elbow as she continued. Her throaty growl did not stop, it continued to hum in her vocal chords, a minor key displaying her loathsome intentions for the man atop her. She pulled her fingers out of his skin when he sunk his own deep into her. Her first response was to thrash slightly, bear her teeth and take the pain. The feel of her warm blood seeping over her shoulder was calming, soothing, arousing.&nbsp; <br><br>His mouth brushed against her when he spoke. She had every intention to yell at him and throw him off, but his lips brought a different reaction all together. A soft moan escaped her lips as he brushed over her, a direct contrast to the sharp pain of before that had aroused. The back and fourth throwing her off, making almost anything on either side of the spectrum a welcome change for her libido. She had no had intercourse since Gareth, and before that Issac. Issac was better, she recalled. Not that now was the time to recall that. <br><br>Again he caused her to moan as he licked upward along the tender sensual skin of her neck. Directly after the moan she growled, raising her knee and hitting him dead on. That would hopefully keep that part of him away from her for at least a few minutes. Her hands pushed into the slices in his side again, feeling the quickly clotting blood break open and spout over her again. "That train left a long time ago Issac. I have <em>zero</em> intention of letting you anywhere near that 'sweet nectar'." Her voice was soft naturally, but she made it more shrill, condescending, mocking. <br><br>Already though she could feel primal urges try to take over her mental blocks. She had to hate this man. He cheated on her. He broke apart a marriage. He was trying to force himself on her. The force was erotic, but regardless she had to fight back. Even if it resulted in them being a bloodied mess on the floor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destructive Libido.  [DeviantofLove and MusicNeverDies.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deviant of Love</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 06:21:00</strong>
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				Yet again his former piece of property, neglecting to recall her being his wife otherwise, was determined to burden him with wounds, naturally recoiling to her knee burying into him, as well as the fresh tearing of his sides yet again.&nbsp; He bled out again, and he thrust his head into the air, a beast-like hiss rumbling from his throat in response.&nbsp; &nbsp;Placing himself upon his knees, which resided on either side of her, he cast his swallowing shadow down upon her, now processing the fact that he’d heard more than a single suggestive moan emitted from her oral cavity.<br><br>Glaring down upon her, equipping the smuggest smile he could manage, his piercing eyes cringed maliciously once a thought crossed his mind, a recollection of the past.&nbsp; “Never recalled you being such a bitch about it.&nbsp; I remembered those days when you’d beg me to put you out of your mind, plead me for that orgasm.”&nbsp; Surely he was taunting her, but he had no intention of being denied.&nbsp; Whether she’d give in to his methods or he’d forcefully apply them upon her.<br><br>Reaching down, he did not tire of her resistance, but rather found it highly provocative.&nbsp; His mind was becoming foggier and foggier by the moment, the ecstasy of wanting to violate Elaine beginning to gain the upper hand.&nbsp; Reaching downwards, he reached for her chin, groping the area in which he’d licked, but then he seized her throat with his masculine hand, his multiplied strength as a vampire coming into effect to lift her from the floor.&nbsp; Before the choking maneuver had time enough to seriously affect her, he jolted his arm and thrust her to the nearby wall, approaching her promptly to take hold of both her wrists, slamming her knuckles against the wall and pinning the limbs to the very pain they’d applied years earlier.&nbsp; To further invade her private space, he edged in closer, wedging his knee into the crotch of her panties,&nbsp; applying pressure and a rotational motion.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’ll take what I want.&nbsp; If you don’t comply, I may just beat you until you’re putty in my hands.&nbsp; Of course…I prefer a fight more.&nbsp; Bloody me up, sweetheart.”&nbsp; Placing his lips upon her plush yet paling tears, he enacting a rough kiss, excess saliva dripping from his lips and slipping down his jawline, forcing his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destructive Libido.  [DeviantofLove and MusicNeverDies.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 07:29:01</strong>
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				She ceased her nails, instead letting her hands stay on his side, still tense but not embedded in the flesh. Not right at the moment. She could still feel the occasional drops of blood escape and run over her skinny arm. She could almost feel the blood run down along her muscle, from the sheer lack of fat tissue separating the muscle and skin. She recalled the moments he was mentioning. It was true of course, she had pleaded with him, worked for it. At the time it was all in fun, a little toying around before the main show. But dress rehearsals were over, this was the real thing. <br><br>Again a throaty growl. She was capable of little less at the moment, her mind flooded with thoughts and urges. She had no had him in so long, so that was one urge buried deep in her. But covering it was an urge to rip him apart for what he had put her through and done to her. but veiled as another semi-lucent layer atop it was an underlaying care that would not let her baser instincts have their ways with him. She could not let herself kill him, and she could not let herself fuck him. He was no good to her, he had to stay out of her life. <br><br>Though her urge to use those base instincts increased substantially as he took her by the throat, again using her nails, this time on his wrists as he held her neck. She could feel the strength. Her vamipiric blood had improved her own power, but he had always been marginally stronger, and now she could feel it emanating from him. If he wanted to, he probably could break her neck. Granted she wouldn't die, but the thought still aroused her. She had little time to brace herself, the hit to the wall making her dizzy. Her mind didn't focus again until she was trapped in his grasp. <br><br>The hold was firm. The body was warm against hers, cold to humans of course, but to her he was on fire. The fire was magnified instantly as his knee pressed against her panties. Another soft moan. She was putty in his hands already. But could not be. Then the kiss. Deep and instantly sensual she found herself letting the primal urges run wild, her tongue took over movement with his, trying to fight within the confides of their mouth, to pin his tongue down and secure a victory. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destructive Libido.  [DeviantofLove and MusicNeverDies.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deviant of Love</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 03:30:09</strong>
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				She was succumbing to him, influenced by his most ravishing methods.&nbsp; Even with the blood that tinted her brilliantly-pale flesh, which was his own, she couldn’t help but fall victim to the seduction of one Isaac Ainsworth.&nbsp; Isaac knew these things and was not coy about manipulating them.&nbsp; He let her gain control of his tongue only for a moment to give her one quick taste of dominance, which he took back in the next moment, fighting her tongue and securing that moist muscle of hers beneath his, bestowing a sensual massage upon her taste buds.&nbsp; <em>Taste me, dear Elaine.&nbsp; Do you remember this…?</em>&nbsp; He was nearly brainwashing her, demanding that her inner inhibitions be released.&nbsp; However, he knew she wouldn’t go down without a fight.&nbsp; This is what thrilled him.&nbsp; He wanted to walk away from this bleeding from more than one wound, and he wanted her speechless, lying motionless in ecstasy, surrounding by traces of blood and her flesh slick with his seed.<br><br>He soon after detached his mouth from her, his lips thick with her saliva.&nbsp; Extruding his tongue to gather said saliva, he chuckled in one of the smuggest manners, his mind formulating an idea.&nbsp; Removing both hands from her, and unfortunately for her, his knee, he reached for the&nbsp; collar of his lightly-bloodied shirt and pulled it off, revealing every defined line of his chiseled physique.&nbsp; “It’s time for stage two.&nbsp; A little foreplay.”&nbsp; After familiarizing her with words she’d perhaps not heard at all in those many years she’d not seen him, he grasped his shirt tightly and ripped it into two separate halves.&nbsp; Ensnaring her wrists yet again, he rapidly knotted the material around both her wrists securely, and he’d guide her towards the table within the dining room, adjacent to the kitchen, with a firmly-placed hand gripping the nape of her neck.&nbsp; Eyeing the chandelier placed above the table, he warned her of the adventure she was about to take.<br><br>He conquered the table and now stood on top of it with his feminine prize in hand, thrusting her wrists into the air and knotting the fabric of his shirt to the sturdy chandelier, now binding her.&nbsp; She was a petite little thing and had not much height to her, so when he leaped off the table and relocated it out from under her feet, she was suspended in midair, dangling from the chandelier.&nbsp; Stroking his chin, he examined her momentarily and enjoyed the sight of her overcome by his exotic fetishes, but he’d always known that she was a complete sucker for foreplay.&nbsp; <br><br>Approaching her, he slapped both his hands on either side of those milky thighs, his palms dragging her panties from their secured position on down towards her knees.&nbsp; Then when he looked upwards, he was able to take a long, sensuous gander at the slit he’d missed filly for so long, recalling just how tight her inner flesh was.&nbsp; It was a beautiful thing, really, with its faint blush contracting her light skin,&nbsp; the perfectly shaped lips of it so tantalizing.&nbsp; He dared lift his hands and secure them both on the firm ass behind it, piloting her his way.&nbsp; Slipping her legs over his shoulders, his nostrils filled with the erotic odor of her snatch, his tongue extending to gently glide upon the outside of her womanhood.&nbsp; Glancing upward, he wrinkled his brows and taunted her in a false tone of disappointment.&nbsp; “What’s the matter, Elaine?&nbsp; Am I too much for you?&nbsp; Are you this much of a bitch to just lay down and let me have this body of yours?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destructive Libido.  [DeviantofLove and MusicNeverDies.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 03:19:46</strong>
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				Elaine let her tongue hold his down, his knee against her willing her to fight on. Her hands were enraptured tight within his grip, unable to move or free themselves, the tips of her razor sharp nails not flexible enough to clench and jab at his hands. Her own victory did not last long, just enough for her to gain hope, until he took her over again. Another moan quickly slid into a growl as his tongue secured hers down, massaging and bringing back countless memories. He was in no way unable to satisfy her, he was skillful, but she had to forget that for the time being. She had to make him leave. As dear as Issac had been to her, that dearness must be over, must be stopped. She could not long for his length moving inside her anymore, or for his skillful tongue to make her writhe in ecstasy, or for his firm thick fingers to move in and out of her, causing constant pleasure. She must forget his ability for this night, she must only remember that he had taken her commitment and spat upon it.&nbsp; <br><br>When he released her she gave herself away, her hands finding each other, massaging the wrist slightly before falling to her side to hide the discomfort he had caused. She was not intent upon letting him see that he was still so much more physical then her. Surely he knew though, surely he had felt it when his hand wrapped around her throat a short time ago and sent fear of death through a vampire. When he removed his shirt she tried to ignore the obvious attraction anyone would feel for him. His frame was unchanged, no, it was better, more defined, almost like that of Adonis. She took a small victory to see the small slashes along his side, where her nails had cut in. She tried to focus on those, to tell herself that was her goal, to leave him bloody and make him leave. But her eyes kept on deceiving her, sliding to his chiseled muscles. <br><br>At the mention of foreplay she was caught off guard. That momentary lap in perception was enough for him to secure her wrists and grab to her neck. Again his strength flowed through their skin, illuminating away from his hand and through the soft pale skin of her neck, sending soft shivers down her spine. She walked in step with him, her lips pursed shut in indignancy. At first she did not know what he was doing bringing her here, the bedroom was in the other direction. True they had had sex everywhere but this was simply a place vanilla had taken place, no real objects were made for their sexcapades. Until she jumped atop the table, then she knew, and she squirmed against him. By then it was too late, he had hooked the tight knots around her wrist to around the rungs of the chandelier.&nbsp; Her pale, lithe frame hung limp for a moment. She looked to be truely dead. Her body hanging from the chandelier, rocking a little from her placement, strong shadows being cast below her curves from her proximity to the light source of her room. <br><br>For a moment, while he was moving the table aside, she squirmed. She found herself helpless, unable to move free. She couldn't help but be aroused by that. When he slapped her thigh and brought down her panties, she squirmed again, unable to stop him, only knocking her own panties to the floor. She hung exposed right before his face for a moment until he took the next action. His hands met her firm ass, and she was brought to his mouth, already knowing the ability he possessed for this sort of thing. When he spoke she returned words, her voice was crisp. "The problem, <em>Issac</em>, is that you don't have any fucking right to use this body of mine. You might over power me for one night, but I assure you, it will not last. I will personally hunt you down and rip off <em>anything</em> that touches that part of me." Her words were sharp, she was normally soft spoken, her anger showing through. Even though she said that, his tongue against her made her moisten, she rebelled. Her feet began to thrash, slamming her heel against his shoulder blades in an attempt to get him to release her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destructive Libido.  [DeviantofLove and MusicNeverDies.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deviant of Love</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 04:25:44</strong>
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				Having his blood-tinged eyes focused upon her as she thrashed him with her words, the hollow heart he possessed did not allow him to believe these idle threats, especially with the fruitless fight she’d just posed to fend him off.&nbsp; As his tongue tossed about within his oral cavity, his taste buds remembering her salty flesh, his hands descended and clutched her ankles, keeping her secure for his rapturous activity.&nbsp; “Elaine.&nbsp; Both you and I know you don’t have the heart to tear me asunder.&nbsp; Even with this so-called ‘unwilling’ advance I’ve made upon you…” His tone of English ancestry ceased for a moment for him to exude a throaty chortle. “…You won’t be able to gather your courage to do away with me.”<br><br>Then, finished with underlining her cowardice, his visage again grew dangerously close to the proximity of her quim, his tongue yet again made for center stage and pressed firmly into her beady almond, flicking it about as a result of his tongue lashing.&nbsp; Surely her passion to destroy him would now be corrupted by her passion to accept him into her.&nbsp; Then at the end of clit torture came the desire to impose upon her most sanctified possession.&nbsp; Easing her into closer range and tightening his hold on her backside, his tongue strayed from its origin and parted the lips with its entrance, finding its home upon her outer wall.&nbsp; Then as it snaked in a good couple of inches, he flexed his moist muscle to stroke the warm tissue, his upper lip falling upon her bean.&nbsp; He couldn’t neglect that wonderful organ.&nbsp; To intensify her satisfaction, his throat rumbled with a hum, her snatch surely struck pleasurably by his vibrating lips.<br><br>Now as his tongue gathered her secreting honey and her clit endured the torture to intensify her burning urges, a hand planted upon her asscheek skidded across that malleable ass, a pinky deviating down to one very puckered area.&nbsp; Upon one evening in their united past, he’d learned that she enjoyed a bit of anal play, which he’d surely familiarize with this aspect tonight.&nbsp; Stroking the tight entrance and combining it with the assault upon her cunny surely would be an experience to drive her wild.&nbsp; He couldn’t wait for her reactions to take hold, for her to buck her hips into his face.<br><br>And the most delectable thing of all?&nbsp; Her restricted hands couldn’t deny him, nor could she save herself, unless that vampiric strength of hers would be adequately employed.&nbsp; This would be her time to act, but he wasn’t making it easier, his tongue now writhing and twisting within her.&nbsp; Under his breath, he mumbled the name of his former wife against her clitoris.&nbsp; “Elaine…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destructive Libido.  [DeviantofLove and MusicNeverDies.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 06:34:04</strong>
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				When he held her ankles firm she fought against it, trying to peel herself away from him and escape his grasp, but as all other times before now, she was unable to remove her pale flesh from his own. His hold upon her was simply too strong, though none could say if it was merely a physical hold that he held upon her. His grasp was strong, but maybe not so strong as to have her in the predicament she was in now. Obviously, to her at least, something else was involved in her defeat tonight. But there was no one to blame for holding back except for herself, and that was a reality she did not wish to allow. <br><br>Her urges began to interact with each other, defining her situation and attempting to come up with the right course of action. Her overlaying layer of thought had given up. In her situation it would be impossible to convince him to leave. One urge down. Her next urge was to tear him apart, rip him from limb to limb and let him suffer like she did. But again, due to her predicament she was unable to do so. Bound and helpless she could not tear him to pieces. Unbound and armed she probably wouldn't have been able to take him down, that was a sad reality. The only remaining urge was the most primal of all. The urge for pleasure. That was being satisfied currently, and expertly. The soft nubs atop her breasts grew hard. They pressed against the thin material of her bra and her teddy. If he looked up he would probably spot the disturbance in the fabric. <br><br>Regardless of her bodies surrender, her mind fought on. "I've more courage then I shall ever need to do away with you. My heart does not bleed for things less then human- even before your transformation- a category you would readily fit into." She hissed, trying ever so hard to hide the shortness that was beginning to take her breath away, the lust that was starting to fill her brain as her tender flesh quivered exposed before him. His tongue brought fourth moans that tried to disguise themselves as growls, and failed miserably. Her body thanked him, giving his tongue some of her sweet nectar to drink up. <br><br>His finger found a way into her tight ass. Unused in so long, the hole felt fresh and untouched, the feel of his small finger within her causing moans she did not even want to hide. For she wanted him to press on. She felt urges she hadn't in years. Stronger perhaps then when he was with her. Now it was forbidden, scandalous, immoral, even unwanted mentally. The entire affair rung with a sensual feeling of denial being forced aside by erotic pleasures. The evening would prove to be a good one, if all things continued on course. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destructive Libido.  [DeviantofLove and MusicNeverDies.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deviant of Love</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 03:19:52</strong>
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				He could taste her contempt, her arousal, and everything foul within her from the sweetness her loins produced, his taste buds sizzling from the sensation, the edges of his lips curling up into a sinister smile.&nbsp; He could recognize from the chills that ran through her body and into his mouth that her body ached for him, especially for the tongue that invaded her.&nbsp; He dared to say that her fluids tasted better than any blood he’d ever emptied into his jowls.<br>His eyes trailed upward to watch the expressions on her face toss about, from contempt, to hatred, to pleasure, to denial…she was tortured completely.&nbsp; But elsewhere, he witnessed upon her breasts, beneath her skim clothing, that her nipples had become erect, painfully erect, begging for attention.&nbsp; He didn’t cease swirling his tongue inside of her, however, his jaw loosening and clenching against the tissue so moist and so palatable.&nbsp; Her body fully appreciated his intrusion.&nbsp; Even her asshole was comfortably contorting to his pinky finger, perhaps a receptacle that had gone unused in the years after his forsaking of her.<br>His tongue coiled back into his mouth, exiting her, and her clit was no longer attended to, even though it desperately showed its want by remaining prominent.&nbsp; His finger abandoned her anus and fell back to his side, as did his other hand, and in a proud manner he elevated his head and showed his fangs in another smile.&nbsp; “You really haven’t had a good drilling in a while, have you?&nbsp; I suppose the other dogs could smell my scent of you…you are my property, after all…always have been.”<br>With quick reflexes his hands shot up and clenched her breasts, his palms warmed by the enflamed swells protruding through her teddy.&nbsp; He knew after he had left her lower openings unattended to for a while, she’d break, wanting them manipulated yet again.&nbsp; Surely she wouldn’t neglect her cunt, expelling fluids that now ran like crystal rivers down her legs.<br>Massaging her breasts to relieve them of their pain, he would soon defect and guide himself down a path of inflicting pain, his fingers clasping her nipples and twisting them.&nbsp; He wanted the pangs of pleasure to mingle with the sensations of pain, a daunting mixture that would do a hellish number on her resistance. <br>“Come on, now…admit that you want it.&nbsp; Be shameless.&nbsp; You want to accept me into your body.”<br>Then, in a patronizing voice, his fingers still tyrannizing her jewels, he ridiculed her, to involve emotional strife as well…<br>“I love you…”&nbsp; Such words were quite easy to expel when they had no meaning at all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Destructive Libido.  [DeviantofLove and MusicNeverDies.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 22:10:32</strong>
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				He was so much more pleasurable now then he had ever been. She had no idea why but tonight the faintest movements of his tongue sent her body writhing in pleasure. Was it the lack of attention her body had gotten in the recent years? Was it the taboo nature of tonights escapades? Had he improved while dallying with that whore? She'd never know. She wasn't sure she wanted to know. Either him cheating on her had made him better, or she was aroused by how compromised her situation was. Neither was a morale booster. <br><br>He removed himself from her, from both holes. She clenched her teeth, her fangs biting into the inside of her bottom lip slightly, bringing a faint trickle of blood down the side of her mouth. She licked it away. Her body ached for him, even though he was only gone for a few seconds. He was right enough, she hadn't have a good drilling in a long time. His hold stayed on her. She tried to escape it, but for a women to escape a first husband was much harder then for a man. Women carried their feelings with them, regardless. First love could never be completely gone. But hated sure could fill most of that gap. <br><br>Then her breasts got the attention instead. Another soft moan as her flesh was manipulated by him, the nubs growing more firm, painfully firm as his large hands cupped them. She tried to clench her legs together, to hide her shame, but the sweet juices ran from her regardless, sliding down her leg and starting to create a tiny puddle below her sex. A puddle of her slick sweetness, her longing, her need to be fucked. But she would not admit that need. She needed to hold some dignity. <br><br>When he grabbed the nipples in his firm grasp and turned then, she let out a loud cry. A spurt of juice drenched her legs. The sensation was rough, painful but perfect for the primal needs she was feeling. She could not control the flow from her sex, or the moans echoing from her, her need for pleasure rising, her body growing more weary of fighting with someone with such power over her. She really was his property...<br><br>At first the three words were said, she thought them to be honest. It took less then a second, the equivalent to one more painful twist, to realize that it was a lie. Sent to her brain to torment her, as only he could. Her body ached, her mind as well. She still held feelings but could not act upon them. He had figuratively spat upon her emotions, played them off as nothing, as a cruel joke. She had almost no way to fight him off. Nothing she could do would inflict any pain upon him, but she needed something. She looked down and spat into his face, her spit a glob of saliva and some blood. Her dulled eyes shot down with resentment in every molecule. "Leave!" She growled, her voice quivering from the torture of her mind, her body, her urges, everything. She was trying to command him but it came off more as a plead. As a need to be left alone, freed and left alone. Most likely to cry at her own inability. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destructive Libido.  [DeviantofLove and MusicNeverDies.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deviant of Love</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 05:31:46</strong>
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				He didn’t flinch as his face was now dirtied by her rude gesture, letting thick fluid run down his cheekbone and dribble into the floor.&nbsp; He was thankful of her aggressiveness, due to his recent love for the wiliness of his victims.&nbsp; He loved to see his quarry squirm and display the heaviest of contempt, knowing that his victory would be seized and the prey would be degraded and manipulated as he saw fit.&nbsp; His former wife, the one that had displayed so much for him to sift through, was no different.&nbsp; She would receive no more than the others…other than the intricate attention he paid to her body, which never ceased to amaze him.&nbsp; The fact stood that in their marriage, she had been crafted into his sexual puppet.&nbsp; She was programmed to his liking, and he knew that time would never wash that away.<br>When applying pain to her, he noticed the gush from her cunt, and the streams lingering upon her thighs.&nbsp; He fought the urges to lap them up like some sort of starving hound, to continue displaying his dominance.&nbsp; He’d ignored the threatening statement she’d expelled, recognizing the lustful flavor behind it.&nbsp; With a final tweak of her nipples, he relinquished her swollen gems, his next plan of action coming forth to plague him.&nbsp; He was at the point at which he’d bestow upon her what she truly wanted for, and what he was willing to give.&nbsp; Standing on the tips of his toes and reaching upwards, he clasped the binding material that allowed her to dangle from the chandelier, and proceeded to unknot the tangles.&nbsp; When accomplished, she spiraled to the floor, serving to his full advantage.&nbsp; Then, he approached her, stalking her like a feline, watching her writhing body struggling to retain the honey that seeped from between her legs.<br>“You’ve tried and tried to deny me, but your body says otherwise…for that, I will satisfy your body, and humiliate you in the process.&nbsp; Because I know…I know, Elaine, you will succumb to me, and your hips will sway in unison with mine, and your womanhood will gladly accept the seed I will pour into it.”&nbsp; His voice was nearly hypnotic, enchanting, as if he were coercing her to accept her lingering thoughts of allowing him his reign over her.&nbsp; But while he had spoken, he had undone the front of his pants, the waistline of his slacks began to descend down his muscular thighs…and with the absence of undergarments, exploding into the air before them would be his gratuitous member, pulsing, warm, etched with veins and as meaty as ever.&nbsp; Included would be his dangling testicles, the very same that had slapped against her chin and thighs on many occasions in the past.&nbsp; Here it was once again, to pummel and to bruise, to fill and to satisfy.<br>He compromised his stance and fell towards Elaine, his palms slamming on the tile son either side of her, his face above hers, and his form quite vulnerable for her thrashings.&nbsp; The shaft that had been unwrapped for her was now brushing up against her navel, taunting and teasing, the head of the monster already slick with pre-cum.&nbsp; “Try resisting me now.&nbsp; You never denied me when I offered to shove this cock somewhere, anywhere…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destructive Libido.  [DeviantofLove and MusicNeverDies.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 06:58:19</strong>
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				Whether or not she had been crafted to his specific urges, she never knew, or noticed. She knew that her body enticed him, and that he came to have her again years after divorcing her. Surely that meant something. It gave her a faint glimpse of hope to think that he still longed for her- that perhaps no one else had brought about the arousal she could bring to him. That was somehow doubtful in her mind though, after his behaviour tonight. There was little way any man who really needed a women would treat her this way. This was a one time fuck and run deal, it seemed. <br><br>As she fell she tried to brace herself, keeping her head from bashing against the hard tile, but little else. Her elbows and heels were especially hurt in the blow, but nothing that wouldn't heal. Her long auburn hair fanned out behind her as she fell, like a peacock's gaudy tail trying to attract a mate. The red hue in her long hair drew attention to her paleness. She was whiter even then the cream tiles she laid sprawled across. After she had accepted the fall her legs shut tightly, squirming to try and stop the flow that we still swelling between her legs. Though her mind told her this was demeaning and wrong her body did not reject it. Her body found itself fighting off the urge to climax right then and there at the eroticism of his force over her. <br><br>His voice captured her. She looked up with rapt attention, feeling herself succumb to his words. He had such control over her, but she could not fight it. She had tried and she had lost. Her body didn't even let her mind register that she was more or less free now to run or fight back. She did not move. She stayed in attention to his call, to his will. Her eyes did move however. They followed him, travelled down his masculine frame and found a home at the large member which held a firm place in her memory. She squeezed her legs tighter together, which only stimulated her already red and prominent clit. <br><br>At his words she shut her eyes, her head arching back a little. She listened to his words, hearing them, taking them in. She could get him now. She could knee that exposed cock and make a dash for it. She could scratch out those eyes boring into her soul. She could thrust him away from her and begin throwing objects at his immobile body. All of those good, solid ideas. None of which she entertained. Instead her body acted. Her arms propped themselves up, giving her face some more height. Bringing her right up to Issac's face. Her uneven breath on his lips. Her eyes shot down the gap between them, seeing his ample flesh rub against her, the sight paired with the sensations it sent and made her move. Only her head moved. It faced him again, and attacked. Her lips opened and took his inside, sucking and licking at his mouth hungerly. <br><br>A primal hum reverberated from her vocal chords, her hands shot up. In the half second she wasn't supporting herself her head fell about half an inch. Her arms wrapped around his sides and she held herself up using him, her breasts pressing tightly against him, the reddened nubs poking painfully erect into him. Her nails came out again, digging into his side. This time it was not to get him off her, just enough to entice him, upset him. To have him pin her arms by her side and have his way with her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destructive Libido.  [DeviantofLove and MusicNeverDies.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deviant of Love</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 04:25:40</strong>
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				He believed Elaine was no longer Elaine.&nbsp; She was some other thing, the calling of the vampire had drawn her in, and had released her inhibitions.&nbsp; He was nearly choked when her lips gripped his in an steely hold, and a roguish growl ripped through his throat when she tore into his flesh again.&nbsp; The searing, pulsing heat now shooting through his body only increased his ever-heightening pleasure.<br>Engaging in the mutual kiss they’d not shared in ages, Isaac allowed his body to scrub up against hers, which included his hips against hers, his bulging shaft, throbbing fiercely from the added stimulation of her clawing, stroking the inner regions of her genitals, realizing as he had all along that she was sopping wet from his provocative behavior.&nbsp; The time was almost nigh for him to relieve her, or do as much as he wished to leave her starved for more…<br>He breathed heavily into her face, her tongue falling victim to his own, as well as his razored teeth.&nbsp; Pressing her tongue down to exert a dominant force, which he was almost sure she could overcome, at least momentarily, his arms now coiled around behind her, his biceps wedged below her breasts and his hands balled tightly into her spine.&nbsp; She was really about to receive it now…a good sensual beating, one that he hoped she would meet him halfway with brutality.<br>His thighs shifted and allowed the erect mass to hover over her vaginal lips, the head tickling her labia before his facial features would cringe, a stifled grunt moaned into her mouth as he brutishly shoved his cock into her, forcing her legs open and the liberation of her fluids upon the tile floor.&nbsp; Such a delicacy he’d not experienced in such a long time.<br>He did not hesitate to start pounding.&nbsp; Slow at first, he would push the fullness of his length into her, slamming his testes between her quim and her anus, a chuckle now parading through his mouth and into hers…<br>He didn’t need words to explain the victory he’d achieved.
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