A Fatal Fued (Piercer & Hemingway)
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				Title: <strong>A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 21:05:33</strong>
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				Kynnlee had spent hours in the woods of Winterspring hunting. Her pale skin glistened with a soft sweat as she wonder slowly back into the near by town. She left her pet at the stables as she made her way towards the inn of the town, the sun softly fading into the dawning night shining lightly on the snow. Her short plump body as she appearing in the door way of the inn. Sighing, her large chest moving with the intake of air, she moved into the candle lit tavern. Her strawberry blonde hair gleamed a soft red as she moved to sit at a table by herself, and her blue eyes moved around the place. It was almost empty, a few other travelers scattered around the place, as a young bar maid moved around taking orders and dropping off drinks. Kynnlee order a cup of brandy wine as the bar maid came to her. With a soft smile she placed a few gold pieces on the table explaining she would also need a room. The bar maid nodded taking the gold before moving to get more drinks as well as a room key. Kynnlee sat quietly as she waited.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 21:33:10</strong>
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				Quarwyr had taken a seat by the fireplace, warming his outstretched hands, apparently transfixed by the roaring fire. He had the appearance of a mage, and even if he had replaced the more colorful robes some mages preferred with a dark and heavy one meant to keep the cold at bay, there was no mistaking it. Intricate and subtle designs of flames and fire were sewn and woven into the fabric, which seemed to radiate a little heat by itself, keeping the elf, whose homelands were green and temperate, warm in the strange and unhospitable climate.<br><br>When the door opened, letting in a gust of cold air, the flames momentarily flickering, he finally looked away from the fire. He had no sooner laid eyes on the dwarf, whose hair almost resembled fire in the dim light, than he felt a rush of desire. He was a blood elf, she a dwarf. Their races belonged to factions who were, at the best of times, moments away from war. This fact, and her delightfully exotic appearance, made her seem all the more tempting to the elf.<br><br>He got out of his chair, and made his way over to her table, taking a seat with no introduction. For a moment, he was silent, regarding her with a little smirk. "Hunting? I guess I should be glad I didn't meet you out there. It might have turned nasty," he said, speaking with a dark and quiet intensity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 21:46:58</strong>
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				Her pale eyes looked to the man who she already new was not from around here, and was in fact far from home, waiting for him to say something. A slight moment passed, yet nothing left his lips. Finally when he did speak she couldn't help but smirk. "You are talking to the wrong person. If you do not find yourself far from my table I may just slice you." <br><br>Kynnlee was not one to fraternize with the enemy. If this man thought she was going to he was far from right. Her eyes met his, and even though she found herself with a slight attraction she knew it could never happen. Laughing softly her eyes turned from his as she gave him time to move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 22:08:52</strong>
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				Quarwyr chortled quietly, leaning back in his seat and folding his arms, making his intentions perfectly clear. He shrugged, and cast a slow, deliberate glance around the room. "Making threats in public? I haven't even done anything to you yet," he said, his voice dripping with feigned disappointment.<br><br>"Well, come on, then. If that's how it's going to be. Let's see it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 22:12:19</strong>
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				Licking her lips she turned her short frame towards him before pulling a thin blade from her boot. Just in the thin candle light the silver of the blade shined brightly. Her eyes returned to his as she leaned back in the chair. Of course she didn't look as cool or as smooth as he did with her feet dangling slightly above the ground but still the threat was behind her words.<br><br>"Good enough for you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 22:18:03</strong>
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				Quarwyr grinned, relishing every opportunity to show off his talents. He lifted his hand, slowly and deliberately, building up the display as theatrically as he could. With a little jerking motion, his index finger burst into flame, flames that quickly spread to engulf his entire gloved hand, without even damaging the fabric of his glove.<br><br>Smirking, he allowed the flame to burn for a moment, before giving his hand a good shake, putting it out again so quickly and efficiently the flame might as well not have been there in the first place, only a bit of heat lingering as a sign there had been anything at all.<br><br>"I don't trust steel any further than I can throw it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 04:22:50</strong>
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				"Fairly impressive," She sneered sliding her blade back in her boot. "From this distance I can hit your heart before you would be able to light that little flames of yours." Moving to face him a little more her eyes looked him over. She would admit she was a little lonely, and was pretty sure one night with him wouldn't get her killed. However if anyone found out her family would disown her. "I hate to be the barer of bad news but I stick by my words, nothing is going to come from this and you need to find yourself far away from me sir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 12:42:52</strong>
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				Quarwyr remained silent for a moment. Everything about the woman was becoming even more appealing as she continued to reject him outright. Just because he couldn't have her, he wasn't about to give up, not nearly. The forbidden fruit was, after all, by far the most delicious-looking one.<br><br>"If I'm wrong, say so, but unless I'm mistaken - and I rarely am - you know you don't want me to walk away," he said, his tone hushed, a smirk on his thin lips. "Besides, you're a <em>dwarf</em>. A very beautiful one, I must admit, but I <em>know</em> not everyone shares that view. It must be boring and lonely, only being looked twice at by men with beards that drag along the ground when they walk. Or am I mistaken?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 15:47:27</strong>
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				At first she didn't give him answer as she quietly thought about his words, refusing to completely give him the satisfaction. Truthfully it would be nice to enjoy this man's body under moon light, but she refused to give her body what it wanted. "Your right it is, but it's our way of life. It is lonely but it keeps us strong." Her voice lowered as her eyes darted around the room. "Perhaps because you horde members give into every want an desire is why you are so weak."<br><br>Taking on last sip from her drink she placed the drink down next to her room key, the numbers of the room clearly printed on the yellow tag in red. Her eyes looked up to his meeting them one last time as she got off the chair. For a moment as he sat down at in the chair they were eye to eye. "I am very tired, sir. As you keep my annoyance by not moving I feel I am going to my room for the night." She grabbed her key and left the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 17:02:16</strong>
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				Quarwyr smirked, offering her a half-hearted shrug. If she thought he'd give up so easily, when she continued to refuse and build up his desire, then she truly was naive. When she left, he made no move, but noted her room number, with every intention of following her. His eyes lingered on her as she walked away, watching the swaying of her hips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 19:21:11</strong>
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				She could just tell from the look in his eyes that he would be following her up shortly after. A man like him did not give up so easily. The goal was if she gave in she had to make sure that they didn't look like that was what they were doing. Turning her head in the gleaming light of the candles pieces of silver glinted sharply from her ears as well as her nose. Shaking her head she made her way up the stairs and to her room. Quickly she lit a fire in the fireplace and lit the candles allow her to see. Her eyes moved around the small room. It wasn't much. A bed, a small table with a chair, and a small water basin for a quick clean up in the morning. She moved the chair in front the fire, trying to warm up a little from her hunt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 00:12:45</strong>
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				Quarwyr watched as she walked away, catching the glinting of her silver jewelry, and the swaying of her soft curves as she walked. She was a rare and exotic creature to someone used to fair and lithe elves. Exotic, to Quarwyr, was nearly synonymous with exciting. Before the night was through, he'd have explored her body and made a note of every little jewel she wore.<br><br>He waited for a few minutes after she'd left, for appearance's sake, and brought his bottle as he headed up the stairs, to her room. He wasn't going to knock, either. The simple locks on the doors wouldn't keep a mage out for long, and with a simple spell, he had the door unlocked and sliding open with only the slightest effort. It wasn't an effort to sneak in, and he had no doubts she'd be well aware he was entering, when he stepped into the room, and quietly shut the door behind himself.<br><br>It was as far as he went, at least right away. Just inside, he stopped, leaning against the door frame, eyeing the dwarf in front of the fire.<br><br>"I may be breaking into your room," he said, "but I assure you, I'm a perfect gentleman, and I know when a lady needs a skilled touch. You look tense, no doubt from your hunting. How does a massage sound? I promise I won't get frisky, or try to kill you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 06:50:38</strong>
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				Her eyes wondered to the door hearing the locks move. As a hunter she had been trained to hear the slightest sounds. Taking a deep breath in she allowed the annoyance to take over her face as he enter slowly. He was smooth, she would give him credit for it, but he was still attempting to bark up the wrong tree when it came to get anything from her.<br><br>"You, dear sir, have found the wrong room. The night elf is down the hall." She smirked her lips a little pinker in the flickering glow of the fire. Slowly she leaned back in her chair, smiling widely. "As tempting as the massage sounds and your promises to keep it at only that are faded and trimmed with lies. I am sorry but I am going to have to refuse such a nice offer."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 21:00:41</strong>
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				"You're quite prejudiced, aren't you?" Quarwyr replied. When she refused, rather than leave, he turned briefly, locking the door. Perhaps not the least <em>creepy</em> move, but then, he'd already broken in and his intentions were quite clear. He turned back to the dwarf, smirking slightly. "Why do you keep refusing me, honestly now? You've rejected me in front of everyone, threatened me, done everything to avoid all suspicion. But you can't hide those <em>slightly</em> drawn-out glances, the <em>subtle</em> hints. Come on, honestly, am I that mistaken? I know I'm not, of course I'm not. Perhaps I should make it easier for you?" he suggested, pushed himself away from the wall and began to approach her, slowly, reaching out to place his hands on her shoulders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 06:46:28</strong>
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				Her eyes watched as he turned to lock the door. She already knew what he was coming up for, and it didn't shock her any that he wasn't getting the hint that despite her interest in him, it wasn't going to happen. Her eyes traveled up his body as he walked towards her. Shaking her head as he placed his hand on her shoulder. "You are mistaken." She lied, yet made no attempt to move his hands from her shoulders. Her eyes met his waiting to see just how far he was willing to push the subject.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 22:33:19</strong>
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				When she made no move to remove him, or to get away, Quarwyr took it as a clear hint, quickly deciding he wanted more than to simply massage her through her clothes. It was, he saw, time for bolder action. From her shoulders, his hands went to her chest, to undo the buttons of her armor, slowly, one by one, giving her ample time to stop him, and all the time, smirking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 00:40:56</strong>
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				A very soft laughter shook hr chest as he undid the buttons of her leathered armor. "Are you taking your time for a reason, sir?" She pressed softly, "Honestly you intentions are very put forth, so why take your time? If I had plans of stopping or killing you I would have." Softly she placed her little chubby hand on his check forcing him to look at her. "If you want what you are planning for, there better be plans for some better foreplay."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 00:49:48</strong>
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				Quarwyr offered the dwarf a crooked smile, when her hand forced him to meet her eyes. While his arousal grew, his underwear suddenly feeling tight and constricting, he would not give her the pleasure of putting his desire on display, not so soon. The arrogant elf simply would not let her somehow gain the upper hand.<br><br>Smirking, his hands undid the last of the buttons, pulling away the outer layer of her clothes. With the annoying fabrics out of the way, his hands traced her round belly down to her belt, undoing the buckle, before sneaking one hand into her pants. "I'm getting some ideas as we speak," he said. "It occurs to me that you might be deserving of a spanking," he went on, his expression all the same, that crooked half-grin of sly intent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 05:10:07</strong>
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				Feeling his hand push past her belt and pants a faint moan left her lips as her eyes fluttered for a moment. It had been months since she had been touched like this. Her body almost yearned for his touch as it became wet, waiting for more. Her small chunky hand moved slowly to the back of his head forcing his lips to press against hers. For a few intimate moments she held her lips against his. Pulling back, her breath heavy. "Perhaps I do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 14:07:33</strong>
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				Quarwyr's hand left her pants as her hand pulled him close, his hand going to her cheek. Grinning as she pulled back, he glanced briefly over to the bed.<br><br>"How very honest of you," he said. Sliding his hand from her cheek, he took her hand, giving a little squeeze. "Come then, I promise I'll be gentle," he said, rising, giving her hand a gentle pull toward the bed, and added, "or not?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 06:01:48</strong>
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				A wicked smile crept on her face as he spoke and looked towards the bed, her eyes followed briefly. "Are you going to continue to take your time? I am not fighting you any more. Or would you like a little more motivations?" Her small hand reached for the top of his pants as her lips reached up to meet his. Fumbling her fingers continued to play with his pants attempting to get his pants down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 02:58:20</strong>
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				Quarwyr returned the grin, letting his lips graze hers, before teasingly pulling back. A moment later, his warm robes were on the floor, unneeded as a different warmth took hold. Not a moment passed before his fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, deftly undoing them, before it to dropped to the floor. When her hands went to his pants, however, he reacted differently, pulling them both away, placing her soft palms against his chest.<br><br>Smirking, his hands in turn went to her already loosened belt, pulling it free. With his arms loosely around her waist, he folded the belt behind her back, turning it into a most useful instrument of flogging, testingly smacking her across the rear.<br><br>"I wasn't joking," Quarwyr said, turning, stepping around her until she faced the bed, and he could shove her onto it, on her knees. Making her stand up straight on her knees, his hands went to her shirt, undoing buttons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 19:10:06</strong>
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				She allowed him to place her hand where ever he wanted them, her eyes watched him carefully as he took his belt off. Feeling it flick against her made shivers run through her body feeling the heat run over her. A soft moan left her throat. “I never thought you were joking,” She smiled at him.<br><br>As he moved her she bit her bottom lip knowing where this was going and not completely sure if she could wait while he toyed with her. It took everything she had not to turn around to him and just beg for him to take her. Instead she allowed him to take his time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fatal Fued (Piercer &amp; Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 19:21:48</strong>
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				Quarwyr snickered, as he pulled her shirt and her underwear off, tossing it aside into a pile on the floor. With her belt still folded in his hand, he reached around to cup both her ample breasts, squeezing slightly. His hands did not linger for long, however, before moving down to her waist, pulling at her already half-open pants. Sliding them down just enough to expose her rear, he pushed her forward slightly, keeping her bent over with one hand, as he smacked her with the belt, twice for good measure.<br><br>The smacks were not particularly hard, and seemed not to interest him that much, as he allowed her to sit up straight once more. Instead, he brought the belt up to her neck, wrapping it around and tightening it. He hushed her as the belt tightened firmly enough to around her neck to make breathing hard, while he leaned close, whispering. "Relax, now. I'm not going to hurt you for real, just ... make things a little more interesting."
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