Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)
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				Title: <strong>Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 08:21:21</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v508/timethian/random/viktor.jpg)<br>Viktor Petrenko was a common man. A native-born American citizen, he paid his taxes, never missed a vote, occasionally railed at an idiot politician when they were on the television (an offering he could depend on regardless of political party). He drank beer when he desired, but never in excess. Vodka when he could afford it in acceptable quantities, but again never in excess. His was a life without vice -- without drugs, without hang-ups... but, ultimately in the eyes of many, relatively common.<br><br>Viktor liked 'common'.<br><br>He'd once had a more 'active' live. Nadejda had made certain of that, when she was alive, but the woman had made him a widower early in their marriage, and after her, he had simply found no other that made him burn like she once had. <br><br>He wasn't an unattractive man by any stretch of the imagination. Strong build, the natural musculature of a laborer, and the graceful lack of excessive body hair would have made him something of a catch for women -- especially with the /slight/ hint of a Russian accent he allowed himself to keep. That would be, rather, were it not for the fact that the man rarely, if ever, smiled in the company of others. And when he failed to smile, the man looked absolutely /evil/.<br><br>How he made it to the flea market was anyone's guess. Sure, the Saturday Market was a regular thing, and he often thought of going -- but it was located in the worst part of town, under a massive bridge, near the docks -- and all the city's worst elements called that area their home. So... to go to an adjunct /flea/ market... it was unthinkable. It wasn't 'common'.<br><br>But he was there, nonetheless. And in front of him was the most illogically fascinating object. A box. Black, almost obsidian in color. Warm to the touch. Not a /mark/ on its surface. Yet, somehow, it was beautiful to him. He could practically hear it singing when he ran his fingers over it.<br><br>A quick look at the tag -- the vendor wanted $30 for it. For a box? The haggler inside him burst forth from his chest, and a moment later he walked out with his box, his wallet only fifteen dollars lighter. A quick ride on the lightrail... and then he's home.<br><br>Home is a simple, two-story house. Three bedrooms (including the master), two bathrooms, a living room, dining room, study, and kitchen. He lives sparingly, although comfortably.<br><br>After securing his door, and checking for messages (thankfully, none to be had today), he walks into the study. The box and its bag are set down on an end table near his favorite armchair, and then he walks to the entertainment center, turning the radio to a classical station. After a day of being inundated with nothing but the worst teeny-bop music that could be thrown at him, he needed something natural and soothing.<br><br>That done, he returns to the armchair. His shoes are unceremoniously kicked off into a corner, and a slow smile crosses his lips, commingled with a slight bit of confusion. His box is pulled out, and held before him. Strange -- now that he was home, he wondered what it was about the box that had attracted him so. It was... so simple. So menial... so /basic/. Why had he seemed /compelled/ to purchase it, then?<br><br>He runs a single finger down the side, searching to see if he had, perhaps, missed a crease in it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 08:43:25</strong>
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				The box became warmer as he played with it in his hands.<br>His finger tingled as it touched a corner, did he feel the box move slightly? So tiny the movement that he almost felt he was mistaken, that it hadn't really, no it hadn't, it was just a box.<br><br>There was no mistaking the voice in his head though, rich and fruity with a slight touch of an acsent, an accent like his own, Russian.<br><br><strong><em>"Welcome lord, we meet again and after so much time away. I awaite your order, what is your desire? </em>&nbsp; </strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 08:55:10</strong>
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				Viktor blinks... the box dropping from his hands and heavily into his lap, barely missing hitting a more delicate portion of his anatomy by the most tiny of margins, instead just lying there for a moment, pulsating.<br><br><em>~I must have fallen asleep... that's it. Heh... that was kinda funny...~</em><br><br>He picks the box up again, chuckling, <strong>"Ah yes... my servant, 'the box'. How I've missed you!"</strong> Laughing at his own joke, he turns the cube over and over in his hands.<br><br>He then thinks on its words... but doesn't allow himself to respond aloud. He never could... <em>'To finally love enough to let her go'</em> wasn't exactly a noble desire, after all... even if his heart practically ached of his loneliness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 09:13:50</strong>
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				<em><strong>"And we have missed you my Lord, it has been a very long time, did you not need us?</strong></em><br><br>The words push past his myrth answering his words, at the same time the box thrumming the voice through him.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>"Yes indeed it has been a very long time. Do you have needs of our services My Lord?"</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 09:17:58</strong>
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				The man pauses again, his certainty that it had been his imagination suddenly shattered, replaced instead with an open fear. He was going mad. He was sitting in his house holding a silly trinket, and hearing voices in his head.<br><br>What to do when one has gone man?<br><br><strong>"I... I don't understand. Who... what are you?"</strong><br><br>My lord? Who uses that phrase these days, anyhow? It wasn't the dark ages anymore! This was the twenty-first century, after all!<br><br><strong>"Please... tell me what you are?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 09:26:51</strong>
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				The voice spoke back, vibrating through him, from his contact with the box.<br><strong><em>Twenty first century My Lord? You have left me for a long time, by my calculations five hundred years of your time. <br>Have you forgotten your loyal servant in that time? You made me My Lord, with your High Magicks. You rejoiced when you made me and you recieved your first reward. </em></strong><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 09:31:22</strong>
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				Another blink... it could read his /mind/? He was indeed /quite/ mad. It was obvious.<br><br><strong>"If... if I have, I am most apologetic. Why... why do you think I am your master? If you can read my mind, you would know that I'm a man barely through his thirties..."</strong><br><br>Here he was, apologizing to, and reasoning with... a box.<br><br>Definitely mad. Stark raving, even.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 09:41:58</strong>
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				<strong><em>"You are not mad My Lord, you appear to have lost your memory of me and your previous lives. Every one hundred years you transform and you use me every one hundred years. It appears that you had 'lost' me along the way and indeed your memories of me and my purpose." </em> </strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 09:51:09</strong>
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				He shakes his head again, trying to clear the cobwebs... and the inexplicable words, out of it. He fails miserably... and finally... after a bit of internal fighting, gives in.<br><br>After all... if this was to be his fate, he might as well enjoy it.<br><br><strong>"All right... suppose I believe you. What is your 'purpose', then? And why the hell didn't I make you something I could actually /look/ at and talk to? A familiar perhaps, or something that at least /resembled/ another human being?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 10:06:11</strong>
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				<strong><em>"You can't carry a familier or a person in your bag M'Lord, at least that's what you told me when I asked the same question and my purpose is to give you your hearts desire each lifetime. After which time I will lay dormant until you change again and choose to use me." </em> </strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 10:15:07</strong>
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				<em>~My heart's desire...~</em> He thought... before his mouth echoed the words, <strong>"My heart's desire..."</strong><br><br>He pauses, looking down at the cube, <strong>"But if you can read my mind... then you should already know my heart's desire..."</strong><br><br>His voice is almost a whisper now, <strong>"...to love again. To have a woman I can hold in my arms... who would love me as I am, and finally allow my dead wife some rest in my heart..."</strong><br><br>He chuckles, <strong>"But such things are selfish, are they not?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 10:24:37</strong>
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				<strong><em>"I am yours My lord, it is not selfish to use what is yours, is it selfish to wear your shoes?"</em></strong><br><br><strong>There is a short pause then the voice carried on.</strong><em><strong><br>"I have read you My Lord. I can make the one you seek, but you aill have to do some of the work yourself. It is beyond my capabilities to forge the creature that you requst. Your information is hazy in places and there are too many possibilities.<br>I can forge a human woman and can give her basic emotions and all the usual functions that you would expect from a maiden.<br>I could give more like higher thinking if you forgo her attire and accept her naked. </strong> </em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 10:31:16</strong>
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				He smiles then, just shaking his head. A /construct/? A human woman purely his own? How would he explain that to...<br><br>He then pauses. Why would he have to? She would be /his/, would she not? And if treated kindly, as one made for him to love, and to love him -- it was a modern age, they need no marriage to be together. She need not vote or work -- he was more than comfortable. She might /want/ to... but those bridges could be crossed... and he could pull some favors...<br><br>He grins, <strong>"Naked she should be, then... for I would prefer a <em>woman</em> to a mere flesh and blood doll. I wish to love... not simply screw something to death."</strong><br><br>This should be interesting. What work would he have to do on her?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 10:44:15</strong>
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				<em><strong>"Very well My Lord and I am pleased that you do not just wish to scew it,as I am afrais I do not know what a screw is....."</strong></em><br><br>There is another short pause, the voice seemed to be thinking.<br><br><strong><em>"I estimate it will take 12 hours to establish the best I can make. Will that be satisfactory?" </em> </strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 10:48:59</strong>
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				He laughs aloud... allowing images of simple, rudamentary sex to enter his mind, to explain the concept to the box... then laughed at the fact that he was explaining a crude euphamism to a bloody box.<br><br><strong>"That will be fine, as I have the day off tomorrow. I'll simply set my alarm to wake me at the appropriate time."</strong><br><br>He then pauses, and without knowing why he felt he had to, the man said, <strong>"Thank you. If this works -- thank you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 10:59:59</strong>
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				<em><strong>"Ahhhh I see my Lord.<br>Though I take it some of your needs will be in that department? <br>She will be ready and waiting for you when you awake. I will stay also to ensure that she is as you have requested and then I shall sleep for another one hundred years.<br>Now I am afraid I must besilent now so that I may concentrate my powers on the task in hand. Unless of course you have further questions?"</strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 11:05:06</strong>
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				Viktor chuckles, <strong>"Oh, yes... she should be ready... and willing... for that sort of act. But more for every aspect of it. I will teach her what you cannot."</strong> He smiles, <strong>"But no, that would not be the sole use I would have for her... thus why I need her to be able to think, to learn, to absorb knowledge fast enough that she and I can one day be equals in mind."<br></strong><br>He grins, setting the block down, but keeping a hand on it, <strong>"I'm certain there are a thousand questions I should be asking... but I will not. Why ruin a perfect moment?"<br></strong><br>And with that, he removes his hand... and goes to take a long, hot shower. This will be an interesting twelve hours.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 21:26:00</strong>
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				The box sits quietly it's essence working away giving it's Lord and master that he has wished for.<br>11 hours and 51 minutes later a figure materialised on the chair that Viktor had sat on the previous evening, that of an naked woman.<br>She appeared to be sleeping peacefully, her wild raven black hair draped over the arm of the recliner, the olive skin of naked smooth and hairless upon her lithe shapely body, curled tightly in the seat of the chair, one crook of an arm, cushioning her strong handsome face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>31-12-2005, 10:20:04</strong>
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				Inside his bedroom, the alarm goes off... exactly twelve hours after he had left the box behind. Rolling over, he slaps a hand on the clock, groaning.<br><br>7:37 am. Why in God's name did he set the alarm that early on his bloody day /off/? He pours through his mind, trying to find a reason... then it all pours back into him.<br><br>Box.<br>Voice in his head.<br>NAKED WOMAN IN HIS STUDY!<br><br>He sits straight up in his bed, throwing off the covers, completely paying no mind to his own nakedness. He runs into his bathroom, takes a quick, yet thorough shower (must be clean!), decides against cologne, throws on a simple bathrobe (remembering to tie it around his waist for decency only once he's half-way down the stairs.<br><br>Tentatively, he enters the study, staring at the back of his favorite chair. He could only see her hair from this direction... but already something in him stirred. Raven black... so thick... so long... so... there. It struck him numb for a moment.<br><br>It had all been true. He wasn't mad.<br><br>Slowly, ever slowly, he circles around the chair... his entire body trembling as each step gives him more of a view of her. He's stunned... each step takes more of his breath away.<br><br>She was gorgeous.<br>She was stunning.<br>She was /beautiful/.<br>She was made exactly as he would wish -- as if the prime aspects of every beautiful woman he had ever seen had been brought together, morphed to specifications exactly to what he would require, were he to design the perfect woman. The curves, perfect. The size of her breasts... delectable. The color of her skin?<br><br>He had to fight a swoon. Could she possibly be real?<br><br>Still trembling, he approaches the chair, trying to be as silent as possible. His eyes steal over her every feature, seeking /any/ imperfection... anything to indicate that she was artificial. He watched her chest rise and fall with her breath... and in an instant, he was in love.<br><br>He prayed she would be as perfect a soul as she was in body. And that, accomplishing that, that she would still find him a worthy master... lover... soulmate. He looked to the box... and smiled. A wonderful gift.<br><br>Only then did he reach out, a wildly trembling hand coming to rest on her cheek, sure that she would dissipate into smoke the moment he touched her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>31-12-2005, 10:46:12</strong>
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				She opened her eyes at his touch, turning her dark hazel eyes towards him and small smile curling her lips. It was the look that thousands gave their lovers every morning when woken up by a tender touch, the look of adhoration and love.<br>Other than this slight move of her head, she lay still not speaking, perfectly relaxed, as she stared into his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>31-12-2005, 10:53:05</strong>
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				Her look thrills him. He knows that look -- in the short time he had been married, he had seen that look a thousand times. The touch of a single finger becomes an entire hand, cradling her face and he kneels there, stunned.<br><br><strong>"So... beautiful. So perfect. Bohdana..."</strong><br><br>For a moment he has to fight tears... and again he looks for a moment to the box, offering it a silent word of thanks, <strong>"What do I call you, beautiful thing? Have you a name? Am I to give you one?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>31-12-2005, 11:06:07</strong>
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				She lifts her head up, moving her arm so she can rest better on it.<br>"I have no name , that is yours to give me."<br>Her voice has a rich deep tone to it, a hint of and accent, later he would realise that it was the female eqivalent to his own, every inflection, every quirk, every little misspronounciation copied to perfection.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>31-12-2005, 11:10:42</strong>
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				He blinks at her response... in the back of his mind having expected to find her unable to speak, or something -- without knowledge. Instead, he finds her alive, awake, and aware of her purpose.<br><br>That he would think of her that way, however, repulsed him. He didn't own her -- even if she was made for him. They would own each other... yes.<br><br>His hand leaves her cheek, although he refuses to remove it from her skin, instead feeling her lips, her chin, her neck, and then her shoulder with it. <strong>"So real. I will call you Bohdana, if you will take it. Gods-given. Even if it is a stretch of the truth, you are so... just... wow."</strong> He grins, and his hand moves down further, just cupping her breast for a moment... before moving back to searching her bdy by touch, now moving to her arms, elbows, wrist, and then her hand, testing how well it interlaced with his own...<br><br><strong>"You're perfect."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>31-12-2005, 11:28:03</strong>
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				"Bohdana" <br>She spoke it out to test the sound.<br>"Yes that is a good name, thank you."<br>Sitting quietly she made no move to stop him touching her.<br>"Would you like me to stand, so that you can touch me all over?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>31-12-2005, 11:35:13</strong>
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				He considers the statement for a moment, and smiles at her, <strong>"Yes... please. And...if I may make a request... interact with me? Talk to me? I don't need you to have a specific subject... but perhaps ask questions of me? I... would very much like us both to know each other."</strong><br><br>The hand that was touching hers reaches out to her now, offering to help her stand. <strong>"And thank you, Bohdana..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>31-12-2005, 16:15:00</strong>
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				She takes his hand, as she stands smiling at him.<br>"Everything is so new, I was not and now I am and now you are here and I know you are named Viktor that is all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>05-01-2006, 00:50:06</strong>
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				Laughing a bit, Viktor nods, and in a sudden fit of impulsiveness, shrugs off his robe, revealing his rather... excited naked form. After all... if she was to be naked before him, was it not fair that they be Adam and Eve together? That, he thinks, and it allows him to fully enjoy the touch of her.<br><br>He then steps forward, pressing his body up against hers, the hardness below pressing fully against her belly. For a moment he simply closes his eyes, relishing the touch, "Tell me, Bohdana... is there anything you are wanting at the moment. I do not wish to be a selfish companion..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>05-01-2006, 01:15:33</strong>
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				Bohdana, as she is now called and believes is not a bad thing to be called, stands in front of him and is not suprised that he has done this.<br>The box had instructed her on these matters, it had said that it was very important to Victor that she knew the rudiments and nature of this type of touch.<br>She looked down between them with interest. So that is what a penis looked like, she was a little sceptical over where she had been informed it went, it was big, 'that' was small.....but the box assured her, so she believed that it would be so. <br><br>"I am not sure Viktor, I think my body is telling me that you are wanting intercourse and my body is saying that would be a quite nice experience?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 01:31:32</strong>
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				Viktor chuckles, shaking his head, "Wow. Take the romance right out of it." His words are belied by his tone, however, which is still quite mirthful. There is certainly lust there, however, and her open acceptance of his desire for the act leads him to press himself even closer to her, his hands grabbing at her hips, and pressing him up against her.<br><br>"Do, then... what your body desires. I would like to see what it cries out for." His grin is now quite hungry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 02:15:34</strong>
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				She blinked at him, looking confused for a moment.<br>"He said that there was no magic left to tell me any but the "biological facts of the matter" and that you would be more than happy to instruct me as your preferences would always give me great pleasure and in time I would learn what my body enjoyed most."<br><br>Bohdana lowered her gaze.<br>"I am sorry I have disapointed you almost at the first move." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 03:03:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Viktor blinks, shaking his head, "No... no, my dear. You're still learning. There are... subtleties that you've yet to learn, that is all. It's unfair for me to expect them of you." He then pauses, "Truly, even though the actions will be new to you, you will enjoy them, just because I do?"<br><br>A slight grin crosses his features again, and his hand travels down her body, his finger finding her center, and slowly rubbing itself up and down the folds. "I see..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 03:18:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A flicker of pleasure lit up her eyes.<br>"I believe that is what he said yes."<br>She instinctively leaned slightly nearer to him.<br>"He said that you were the best and adept lover and that our copulation would be enjoyed by us both."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>21-01-2006, 05:03:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Viktor chuckles a bit at that, "He was quite kind... and puts more stock in my capability, then, than even I would." He then smiles, slipping his finger into her, testing her reactions as the digit seeks inside her, "But... if we are to be together... we must find another word for it. Making love... even such a crude word as 'fucking' seems a better choice than 'copulation'. Animals copulate. We make it into an art form."<br><br>He then smiles, slipping his finger out of her, and wraps his arms about her, "We should get this started properly, Bohdana. A kiss... to ignite the fires. That is one of my rules... kisses, more than anything else, should be shared between the both of us."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>21-01-2006, 05:16:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes flicker with interest as she feels him inside her, instinctively moving even closer, allowing him to wrap his arms around her easier.<br>"I am not sure which word would be the best description, I shall call it what you wish to."<br><br>Bohdana listens to him intently, her eyes never leaving his, a flicker of recognition at the word kiss.<br>"Ah the first of the sharing of bodily fluids? I have been told that this is a most pleasurable beginning to copu.........fucking...."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>21-01-2006, 05:23:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles again, "Today, I think... I shall show you the difference between the two. The two acts /are/ two very different things." His hands press her in close, his cock lying flat against her stomach, already the slightest amount of fluid beginning to seep from the tip. Before she can react to that, however, his mouth claims hers... pressing against her in a needy kiss... so many years of loss, frustration, and loneliness suddenly welling out of him in a single moment...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>21-01-2006, 05:35:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bohdana lets out a stiffled 'yelp' as his mouth covered hers, it takes her a few moments to work out what he is doing then following his lead she kisses him back almost in a copy of what he is doing. <br>She finds herself responding to his need, enjoying the sensations he is giving her and finds herself wrappingher arms around his neck carressing the back of his head, so that she can press her lips harder against his. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>21-01-2006, 05:45:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He heard her yelp, but found he couldn't help himself... so much hunger... and such a willing, beautiful, captivating frame. She entranced him, without even trying. Even her foibles of speech, caused by her lack of knowledge, enflamed him. He wanted her... and the evidence of that was shown by the way his hips instinctively pressed closer to her.<br><br>His tongue explored... first pressing itself against the barrier of her lips... then seeking entrance past, to take claim of her with his tongue. Below, his hands found the glorious curves of her ass... and as his hips pushed closer to her again, his hands pressed her closer as well... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>21-01-2006, 05:56:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes opened wide as he graped her and pulled her towards him, another sensation, another feeling of .......something...... she wasn't sure of what to call it.<br>She felt his hard manhood pressed against her stomach, trapped between them as he pushed himself close to her.<br><em>"Ah......an erect penis, this means that he is ready to ......fuck....."&nbsp; &nbsp;</em> 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>21-01-2006, 06:16:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He finally pulls out of the kiss, still holding her close. "Did... did you feel anything in that? I... I need to know that you have feelings... that we can be compatible, if we are to ever..." He sighs, "I'm sorry... I... this is coming over me so suddenly..."<br><br>It seems the man is awash in conflicting emotions... wanting her... as a man might want a toy... and needing to see some spark of humanity in her. He had, after all, asked the cube for someone he could /love/... not just something he could fuck...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>21-01-2006, 14:17:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled up at him, her eyes twinkling.<br>"Hmmmmmm.....yes....you taste nice and your kiss made me feel.....warm and tingly..can we do it again?"<br>She pulled him close to her this time, her hands around his waist, so that she could reach his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>22-01-2006, 07:33:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Apparently, her answer was correct, because he answers her not with word, but with his head moving down again to take her lips with his own, his tongue immediately questing, seeking to take ownership of her once more.<br><br>His hands, however, take hold of her ass, and, showing off a bit of his strength, move to pick her up, to see how she reacts when he pulls her up off the floor. He pulls out of the kiss for a moment, however, and decides to just suggest, "...wrap your legs around me..."<br><br>If she does, she'll find herself pressing more fully against his length, the movement shifting it lower against her body, so that its base rests against the folds of her sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>22-01-2006, 07:45:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She immediately moves her arms to his neck and lifts her legs, wrapping them around his waist, looking at him a small uncertain smile on her face. <br>"Like this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>22-01-2006, 07:54:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles, pressing her even close in that position, as the angle allows him to press up against her. The movement even goes so far as to grind his hips to hers, and he smiles, "Perfect, love. Just... perfect." He then grins, and looks at her again, "Please... tell me what you're feeling. Whatever you feel, want... whatever."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>22-01-2006, 08:03:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks at him for a moment, then allows her eyes to wander past him, thinking, lifting herself a lift testing how he feels against her.<br>"Interested....yes that is how I feel.....interested......I think that is the word, they are hard to find to explain this."<br>She looks at him, tilting her head side ways.<br>"And we can fuck like this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>22-01-2006, 08:15:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Viktor laughs, nodding, "We could. Even right now. You /are/ a single-minded one." Despite this, however, he smiles, facilitating her lift, until the dew-moistened tip of his cock lies against her entrance... playing there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>22-01-2006, 08:23:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmmmmm........That is interesting, it's like our kiss it makes me tingle inside."<br>She moves herself a little making the tip of his erection rub against her.<br>"Yes and outside too....."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>22-01-2006, 08:40:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man grins, nodding, "It will only feel better... once the two have joined." Apparently, however, it causes a reaction in him, as well, as his eyes lid closed, and a soft sigh passes his lips. The thought, perhaps the worry, of the cube making her a virgin strikes his mind... but he tosses that to the side... it would make her as tight as one, but would not make that unnecessary barrier. He smiles, and presses his hips forward, seeking to press the tip between her folds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>22-01-2006, 08:53:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She raises an eyebrow feeling him pushing against her.<br>"OH ..... Oh yes penetration.... do you put it in now?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>22-01-2006, 08:57:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Viktor chuckles a bit... although there is nothing rude about the sound of it, "Yes... yes, we do. I'll need your help, though... you'll need to help me lower you onto it. Just... slip down... and relax. Let me fill you..."<br>&nbsp;<br>Despite himself, his moves his head forward, his mouth playing across, and nibbling at her collarbone. "Just do what feels natural, Bohana. We are specifically built for this to be easy, and extremely pleasurable. And right now... I want to feel you around me there..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>22-01-2006, 09:05:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She positions herself until she feels him push at her in the right place then wiggling a little she lowers herself onto him allowing him to slip into her, feeling him spread her muscles as they accept his shaft.<br>She lets out a little gasp of suprise as she pushes down further.<br>"OOOOO......now that feels very strange indeed." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>22-01-2006, 09:10:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles, his hands working to guide her as best they can, even as he turns them about, and moves to place the backs of his calves against the chair she had awoken in. A soft groan exits his lips as he feels her tight passage engulf him, "Oh god, he made you perfect! So tight... so wet..." He grins, pressing himself gently even further into her, "This is normal... this is good. Tell me how it feels to have me inside you. Be as descriptive as you can..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>22-01-2006, 09:41:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bodhana is confused by the strangeness of the feelings both in her body and her mind, she tries to work out how she feels wrapped around him in all ways, both inside and out, but she cannot explain how she feels.<br><br>"I......I.......don't have the words......"<br>She looks into his eyes, biting her bottom lip concerned that she can't do what he has asked her to.<br>She can feel panic welling inside her, she had failed him and she was there to please him, it was what she was made for, her breathing becoming laboured, she feels tears well in her eyes, he was going to be disapointed in her and she didn't want that.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>22-01-2006, 09:50:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That reaction gives him pause, and he shakes his head. Already, he begins to guess what she's assuming, and he never wanted to do that to her. He leans closer to her, while his hips slowly pull back, just an inch or so, before pressing back in, impaling her even further, "No worry, then, love. I will teach you the words." He kisses her, again and again, trying to hold back those tears.<br><br>"We're still learning about each other... I still want you." He grins, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, "I love the way your pussy feels around my cock, Bohana. The walls are so tight... they wrap about me like a glove... like a warm blanket that will never let go. I love the way it feels to have you wrapped all about me..." He smiles, "Those are but some of the words. I wish I could give you more... just continue to ask, then... and I will tell you as I can."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Petrenko's Box (1 on 1 closed -- Elvi and Timethian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>22-01-2006, 22:38:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods to him and gives him an uncertain smile, a puzzled look on her face.<br>"But we have no cats and chickens......do we?"
			</dd>
		</dl>
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