The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble) **On Hold**
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				Title: <strong>The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble) **On Hold**</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 18:39:22</strong>
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				It had been one year. One long, long year. One fucking year.<em>I’d be growing cobwebs down there if I didn’t take care of myself.</em> Tegan thought, as she swept a batch of spider-silk away from the books in the storage room. She sighed, fingers running over the cracked leather tomes with indistinguishable lettering on the back. It was Old English. More like German than anything else. Why did the museum even have the books? They weren’t out with the medieval section, and they certainly weren’t going to start a witchcraft exhibit any time soon. The outcry would be overwhelming.<br>Sweeping her long, copper bangs away from her forehead, and squinted at a particularly heavy volume. Nobody even looked in on the books spare her. Every week she came down to the unwanted artifacts room, and dusted. Every two months she took inventory. She was supposed to be a history student, not a maid. “Seriously, this blows.” She muttered, punctuating her observation with a sneeze.<br>She eyed the slab again, and then around her. There were no cameras down here, even though it was a big museum, even though these rejected artifacts were worth a small fortune. A mischievous thought snaked into her mind: <em>take a book.</em> The museum did treat her like shit. They shafted her at every chance they got, and they sent her to dust the not-quite-exciting-or-PC-enough artifacts half of the time. <em>I barely get paid enough to work here…</em><br>A sly grin curved her pink lips, and she removed the book from the shelf. Making sure to dust extra-well, to avoid a silhouette belying the book’s lack of presence, she carefully put the tome in her backpack, and finished up in the room. It was time for her to go home, anyways. She was tense, walking towards the employee's exit, and smiled wryly at the catatonic student security guard. <em>Bingo.</em><br>“Yo, you stealing anything?” He asked, barely stirring himself.<br>“Just an old book on witchcraft.” She replied honestly, grinning with a shrug, as if she were joking. The boy rolled his eyes, and waved her through.<br>“See you tomorrow, Ty!” She called back, and ran towards the bus stop, fishing her metro pass from her back pocket, almost faint with relief. <em>Are you serious? This is nuts. I did NOT just steal a humongous book from the museum I’m working for!</em><br>Her hair curled in the August humidity as she rode back towards her apartment building, and she shivered, stepping into her room and carefully taking the book. It was the biggest and creepiest of the bunch. And she stole it. <em>Now what?</em> She couldn’t put it on e-bay.<br><em>You could read it,</em> the same sneaky voice whispered in the back of her head. She shivered at the serpentine thought, but looked at the oversized book. It would be more interesting than doing nothing.<br><br>Tegan hit pay dirt a month and a half later. October 17th. A spell to summon an incubus. ‘Two weeks… that gives me just enough time….’<br><br>Hallowe’en. Samhein. Tegan slowly poured salt on her kitchen floor. A circle five feet a cross, and then a star within. Her eyes brushed over the still-unfamiliar words of the spell, in a vain attempt to understand more. She’d gathered everything she thought she needed over the past two weeks: salt, candles, a dagger, representatives of earth, wind, fire and water. It was time. Slowly, she lay the tome out, chanting out the spell, moving around the circle in a dance, her nude thighs brushing, hands sliding over her chest and belly.<br>She paid respect to the directions, the elements, laying a representative at each directional peak, and she prayed to anyone that would listen, for a companion for the night. A really good lay and a gentleman. Her hand slid down her body and cupped herself as she pleaded; head tilted back, her words penetrating down into hell, as opposed to the direction she thought.<br>She’d learned Old English from Google, and had been able to understand most of the spell. There were bits that evaded her, but she ignored them. She had to do it when the worlds were closest together, or she would have to wait another stinking year for Hallowe’en.<br>Holding her palm over the pentagram, she cried out, sliding the dagger along her heart-line, staring to the ceiling. She fisted her hand tight, squeezing <br>One…<br>Two…<br>Three drops of her blood to hit the center of the star before stepping out of the circle, and backed away, staring, heart thundering, daring to hope, hating herself for this ridiculous exercise.<br><br>Little did she know that what she had stolen was one of the basest, most arcane, and most evil black magic codexes ever recovered. She had summoned a lover all right; an incubus. Furthermore, not only had she summoned an incubus, she had bound It to herself with those three fatal drops of blood unto death. The chunk of text she had misunderstood was this “Use the blood of a sacrifice, and keep it close at hand. To banish the creature, slit the sacrifice’s throat at dawn in the Sacred Circle, and the blood in the creature’s veins will die with the sacrifice, and it will be banished for whence it came.”&nbsp; All she had understood from it was the occasional mention of chicken.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 19:16:58</strong>
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				<strong>Time is meaningless to a thought, to an idea, to a vice. There is no future, no past, only a constant and simple desire to fulfill a purpose. Such is the life of the divine, and the damned.</strong> <br><br>At first there was ...&nbsp; nothing?&nbsp; No great flash of light, no impending doom cast about the room with billowing clouds of black smoke and the roll of deep drums. No Adonis laid bare and beckoning her with honeyed words and promised pleasure.&nbsp; There was simply no noticeable change, nothing but a quiet room with salt on the floor and a hopeful woman. The candles Tegan&nbsp; had lit flickered once as she finished her incantation, their corona of flame seemed to shrink, still lit, but just barely dimmer now. Time began to pass, the star and circle remained empty.<br><br>There was a faint hint in the air, rose petals and sand at first. The air grew warmer in the October night, slowly building and hard to notice, until the first bead of sweat rolled from the back of the neck. More scents joined the first; leather could be made out, and a coppery smell as well. Then a new scent joined the others, and it grew stronger with each passing moment.&nbsp; It was the smell of flesh, bodies, the smell of relenting when in the arms of another, the throes of release to passion. They eddied about Tegan, slowly building around her until she could not turn without a new aroma assaulting her.<br><br>In a cylinder made by the star the air began to thicken, grow hazy and heavy within the dim candlelight. It became hard to see through the circle to the other side, the miasma of aromas was strongest here, and seeped into the room, permeating the environment around Tegan. Still there was no flash, no great announcement that her spell had worked. It may have all been a dream, a wish, that what she had done had worked.&nbsp; <br><br>It began quietly, a sinuous and creeping sound that crawled out and to her body from the circle. It moved over her as if looking for entry, testing the flesh and muscle through her skin with invisible hands, exploring her shape and form in a manner far to intimate for a first meeting. The words wrapped around her neck, covering her with a scarf of sound as they finally grew loud enough for her to hear. It sounded, at first like Latin, a pause, then German, another pause, finally something she would have been able to make out:<br><em><br>“What Language do you speak?”</em><br><br>Each word rolled about her, echoing in the small room as it asked her such a simple question. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 19:45:54</strong>
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				Tegan waited, poised, for a moment, before sighing, and flopping into a chair. Of course nothing happened. Magic didn't exist. <em>Stupid, stupid, stupid.</em> She rubbed a hand across her eyes in the dim candlelight, and stared at the mess on the floor. Salt, blood, wax. Heaving another sigh, she glanced to the light switch, then frowned slightly. Flowers? She didn't have any flowers. She didn't even have an air freshener that smelled like them. She shook her head, and turned towards the broom closet. <em>May as well clean this up before finding Adolpho.</em> Adolpho being her vibrator.<br><br>She took a step forward, and shook herself, breathing in deeply at the sudden flash of warmth. She looked around with a frown on her face. Why was she overheating? The prickle of sweat broke out over her forehead, and she took another breath, still smelling the flowers. "The hell is going..." She trailed off as she looked back, bilking in surprise. There was no mistaking the smell of flowers, leather... bodies. Her mouth fell open and she gulped, stepping away from the pentagram. <em>No way. No freaking..</em> <br><br>A hand rose to her mouth and she stared at the pentagram, watching as all of the dust in the room seemed to gravitate into a cylinder, eyes wide, eyebrows knitting together as she tried to see what was in it, her free hand groping for something to hold onto. She barely believed it. She could barely tell it was happening, but she couldn't deny the smells. They did not belong in her home. <br><br>A shiver ran down her spine at the sound, and she gasped for air, hand finally finding her table, the corner digging into the still-fresh wound. She winced in pain, and tried to shy away from... A squeak escaped her as she began to feel... whatever it was. She gasped as a new sound slowly surrounded her, entire body shuddering in fear. Where was the knight? Where was the gentleman lover? What was this? <br><br>Her mouth opened without her bidding and one word barely escaped "E-english..." She couldn't stop shaking, it was too strong, too frightening, too... sexual. She blushed, realizing that she was wet, and she could feel everything as a sensual caress. Her already rosy cheeks shot with red as she tried in a vain attempt of modesty to cover herself, shoulders rising against the feeling against her neck. Her spine stiffened, and she froze, too afraid, too turned on to move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 20:15:52</strong>
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				<em>English... English has changed since I last heard it.</em><br><br>The voice changed, from the formal of the Latin and the guttural sound of the German to a precise, almost European, sound as the words formed beside her head. Still whispers, the voice barely rose above the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears. It was if someone was standing beside and behind her, any moment their lips would brush against the lobe of her ear, their hands would take hold of her upper arms. They were right behind her, she could feel it, so very close.<br><br><em>Who do you want me to remove for you? I imagine there is some lover you wish to take, but they already have a paramour. Am I to seduce them, or the lover? Destroy their lives so that you might give them solace?&nbsp; </em><br><br>A pause before the voice slid around her throat like a wire, catching her and waiting for her answer.<br><br><em>Am I to Kill for you? </em><br><br>The voice hung there, a garrote around her very neck as he asked his question. Yes, he, it was a he. Tegan&nbsp; could make out the masculine tone, the /feel/ of the words as he spoke. She could feel her hair at the nape of her neck move as if he were behind her, his nose nuzzling into her hair, the feeling of something, someone, inhaling and then a warm breath spreading over the skin of her neck and shoulders.&nbsp; The faint hint of roses and warm wax made it to her nose, a heady and rich aroma that seemed to wash her with its scent.<br><br><em>Tell me what it is that you wish Magus and I will perform it for my reward. You are strange, I have never… you smell so … what is your name?</em><br><br>Another whisper as her throat was finally freed and she could again move.&nbsp; There was curiosity in the voice, an appraisal and a hint of interest. The room seemed smaller, whatever was trapped in the summoning circle seemed to continue to grow, a faint outline had begun to take shape, human in form, easily six feet tall, but with no details. The voice however continued to move along her body, exploring and coursing over her in a wash of movement. She felt it hold at her hips, a gentle, yet firm, sampling of her form. It curved against the shape of her rear, not pawing or grabbing, but appraising, learning. She felt the sound run over her thighs, curving in and slightly trying to ease her legs apart, to cause her to stand differently. The words avoided her chest, and the dampness that grew between her legs, occasionally getting near, only to sample another part of her body first. There was the sound of someone inhaling, and there was a growl of approval from whatever was in the circle. It would not take long for her to realize, whatever it was. could smell her.<br><br>And it approved.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 20:45:21</strong>
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				She panted, the voice, the breath, it was so close to her ear. She shivered, caught between two urges - one to lean into the nothingness behind her, and one to run screaming straight to a psych ward. And then it, no, he, spoke again and she jolted, standing straight up. "What? No no, nothing like... Don't-" She was cut off as the thin wire of voice twisted around her throat and she froze, like a deer in the headlights, terror twisting in her gut.<br><br>She shook her head minutely, back against his 'nose', as she felt his nuzzle, fear overwhelming the desire momentarily, tough she dared not move for the garotte. Her mouth opened in a pant as the breath stole across her neck and shoulders, and she closed her eyes tightly, every muscle tense. <em>What have I gotten myself into? What is going to happen to me?</em><br><br>She nearly collapsed with relief as the sharp voice slid away from her throat, and a hand came up to assure herself she was still whole, smearing blood across her neck in a ghastly echo of what may have been. "I- my... Tegan?" She squeaked, her body shivering once more. <br><br>A whimper escaped her throat as the voice began to once again explore, sliding over her skin, cupping and teasing. Her legs spread slightly at the gentle insistence, and a shudder ran through her, her breath choppy and quick, hands alternately fisting and spreading wide. Her toes curled. She stared almost blindly ahead at the detail-less man before her, and her mouth dropped as she realized that he could smell <em>everything</em>. "Who are you?" She gasped, voice strangled.
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				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 21:36:33</strong>
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				<em>Am I not what you asked for? </em><br><br>The voice remained curious, interested in the woman in front of him and the strange environment into which he had been summoned.&nbsp; The form within the circle grew and then shrank, seeming to test the boundaries and the protection of the sacred circle. There was no rush, no push of force to tell if the circle, or the form, was stronger.<br><br><em>I am the embodiment of what you wished for, the desire that you had for another. If you wish to see me simply finish the incantation. Step forward and touch the air about me, speak the words “ Capio tui Corporis.”</em><br><br>For a moment there was calm, the sauna like room the kitchen had become was still, quiet. The aromas that had grown still waited, drifting in the air, leather and roses, the sweat of bodies, the scent of release all swirled in the damp air. It was no longer October here, it was to warm, too much humidity for it to be the fall.<br><br>Then it started, a sound to match the scent. At first it seemed nothing, like a static. But then it grew, A chorus of the cries of people, some in pain perhaps, but more than enough seemed to be lost in abandonment, in the moment between control and release. The sounds of temptation, of pleasure, the summoned desire that now stood in the circle before Tegan. Whatever it was inside the circle waited, watching her with heavy eyes that stayed on her body, fed from it even as she stood there. The sounds continued to grow, a background for the woman if she would only listen.<br><em><br>Come to me, give me form, so that our deal can be made.</em><br><br>Again the voice reached out to her, tried to touch and caress her skin as if he were a lover, her lover. The words finally glanced across the raised skin of her nipples, a gossamer touch with the intention of arousal.&nbsp; They continued to move about her, running across the length of her back, a warmth to the words that would leave trails in their wake as they sought to elicit her response. <br><br><em>Make me real Tegan.</em><br><br>He used her name. Tegan.&nbsp; Sending his voice carrying her name back to her ears. But the sounds made near her head where for her and her alone, and they made promises.&nbsp; That voice, it did not say her name, instead it was him crying Tegan in pleasure, whispering Tegan to her, saying Tegan over and over in a wanton abandonment. It was right there, milling about her head,&nbsp; waiting for her to listen if she dared.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 21:55:46</strong>
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				She groaned softly, shaking her head, trying to dislodge this insanity. It was too much, there was too much sound, too much smell, feeling where there was none. She was so hot, her body cried out for him, his voice, the cries, her name... It all swirled around inside of her. Her knees were ready to collapse, her body ready to surrender, her mind was fogged over by terror and desire, eros and thanatos. She couldn't think. His subtle coaxing sounded like a command to her ears, and she stepped forward on marshmallow legs, bloodied hand reaching up to touch the cylinder of particles, eyes glazed. <em>"Capio... tui...Corpis."</em><br><br>Her whisper was barely audible, as she sank to the floor, staring up to him, breathing deep and choppy. She was in a trance as her name echoed around her skull, his cry, moan, whisper. Shudders constantly ran down her bare back, though she was superheated. Her hair had coiled up into a tight mass, and her pale, freckled face was bright with blush. Her eyelids sagged halfway down her eyes, and her hands pressed into her thighs, fingers curling towards her core. She let go of her terror with a deep breath, and closed her eyes. If she was going mad, she may as well embrace it.<br><br>She allowed the sounds, and feelings to infiltrate her, she allowed herself to relax, her head falling to he side, exposing her neck for whatever he had planned. She would do as he asked, because it felt good. She would go with it, because railing against him would just be futile. She instinctively knew that he was a predator, that he would break her given the chance. "I'd rather be hypnotized before I was bitten than have my last moments full of terror..." She murmured to herself, opening her eyes slowly again to see what he had become.
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				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 23:38:15</strong>
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				There was a pause as she dropped to the floor, a red hue appeared to dilute the air of the circle before slowly coalescing around the shape of the man in front of her.<br><br><em>Wait...your hand… NO !!!</em><br><br>The voice shouted with a crack of a whip against bare flesh, a physical force sent about the room even as she touched the hazy air that was swirling inside her circle. The candles were blown out and the smell of copper increased as the temperature in the room rose even higher. There was the sound of a body hitting the floor, in front of her, a heavy and meaty sound of a collapsing person that landed within the circle . All about the room the noises stopped so that only a labored breathing could be heard. In front of her , curled atop himself, was a man. Laying sideways on the floor, knees to the ground, dark shoulder length hair obscuring his features.<br><br><em>Why have you done this Tegan?</em><br><br>Muscles continued to form and knit under the skin, a skin with a tanned bronze in color that radiated heat even at a distance. Sweat dotted the flesh of the man, the scent of sex wafted from his body as he lay there, looking spent in front of Tegan. He moved slowly, raising his head, exposing a torso that was almost bare of hair or imperfection.&nbsp; His lungs labored to produce air that he had not previously needed. He looked at her, eyes gray as slate and half hidden under damp locks of the darkest brown hair. He looked at her as a man would a woman, as a man would see an object of desire. Although his body was still partially hidden there was no question of his aroused state. <br><br>A moan escaped his lips upon seeing her. A sound that traveled between them, crossing the short distance to Tegan, it moved across her like a hand. Desire held in that sound, want, a need that she had created, with the spell.<br><br><em>Why did you summon me? For what purpose?</em><br><br>He watched her with hungry eyes that displayed no shame in looking at her, taking in her features. His tongue wet his lips as he smiled, a vulgar motion as if he were looking at a meal. The scent in the room increased, a hint of musk entering and filling the room as his body released pheromones designed to entice and arouse. He didn't move, not yet, stock still as a predator watches its prey.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 00:46:40</strong>
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				She jerked at his scream, gasping in pain, and stared, mind clearing as he fell, her mouth gaping open in surprise. She sat before him, staring as he panted, not moving. "I.. what did I...." She choked on her own voice. She'd hurt him. How? Why? Hadn't she done what he told her? She shuddered as his skin rippled, as his body formed itself, and edged away, stomach twisting tighter. Fear returned, battling the passion the man radiated. And then he looked up.<br><br>Time froze as he met her eyes, and appraised her like a wolf would a side of deer. He was gorgeous, he was perfect... He was terrifying. No man should be able to make a woman's core twist with a single look, no man should be able to bring a woman to her knees by simply existing. No man should be able to make a woman's toes curl by exhaling. His moan nearly undid her, and she shuddered, a quieter echo escaping her own throat as she pressed her knees together, attempting to conceal herself. <br><br>"I.. uh... to..." She couldn't seem to form a sentence around him, let alone tell him she was scared out of her wits and that if he would leave she would be much obliged. Her jaw once again dropped as he licked his chops, and a shudder racked her. "I wanted... companionship" She finally managed, whispering, eyes wide as she continued to stare, unable to tear her eyes from the Adonis before her.
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				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 02:44:26</strong>
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				<em>Companionship...?</em><br><br>His head lowered and an inhuman sound began. A rough rumble of a sound that turned into a chuckle and then a heavy and throaty laugh. The arrogance in the sound echoed in the room, seeking to stifle all other noise.<br><br><em>Have women grown so vain that mortal men cannot fulfill them, so decadent that mere pleasures of the flesh are not enough and they must bind an infernal to sate their carnal needs. </em><br><br>Each word struck out, attempting to hammer her with their cynical tone. But the pressure was not all painful, instead the words attempted to pull and push at her, trying to snare her in a&nbsp; rough vocal caress. He moved to all fours like some animal moving to watch, knees only an inch off the ground, toes digging in and cracking the tile beneath them. His hands were flat, fingers long and delicate, splayed open as if to lunge at her should she flinch. His eyes looked to her, judging her movement, watching her carefully , keeping contact with her eyes as the faintest flicker of light seemed to burn within them. He inhaled deeply before closing his eyes, his voice growing quiet.<br><br><em>You smell of desire, of need, but not of magic. I can taste the lust from here Tegan, is it warm, ready to drip from you ...are you willing? What type of conjurer are you? Do not mistake me for a pet woman or I will taste more than just your flesh.</em><br><br>He did not move fast, every movement a series of undulations meant to ensnare her attention, to keep her focus on him, his body as it readied. The scent of his body continued to grow, reaching out for her senses. A heavy and thick aroma of pleasure, of promise. He opened his eyes again, looking at her, waiting for her. His legs moved apart, tensed like two springs readying, preparing the body before he,r to leap. For just a moment she could see him exposed, heavy, hanging between his legs. Her reactions, her body, had aroused him before the first touch was made.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 03:00:57</strong>
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				His laugh surrounded her, caressed her, cut her. She moaned without sound and her head dropped forward as he taunted her, a hard press against her skin, kneading against her muscles, but she knew the force behind them. He could crush her if he chose. One word of his caught her. "B-bind?" She asked, eyebrows knitting together. "In-fernal?" She whispered to him, leaning further back as he crawled forward, every movement producing a sharp crack from the linoleum. <br><br>She shuddered at his words, and closed her eyes, seeming to fold in on herself, not daring to move too much, but too afraid to stand her ground. "I'm not... I just read the book...." She whispered, eyes flicking up to him, pleading for mercy, wide and frightened like a three-year-old in the attic. She was nearly laid out before him, auburn curls spreading across the floor, legs folded beneath her. She supported herself on freckled elbows, her breasts, swollen with desire, protruding up wantonly before her. His presence felt so good, she felt hot, tight, bound in place.<br><br>Her eyes gravitated down as he shifted, and she gaped at him, head snapping back up to his face, hands fisting. She was in far over her head. Her head was still clouded by him, crazy with fear and lust, she stared into his face, a sparrow to his king cobra, too afraid to move, to afraid not to. "Please...." She choked out, not sure whether she was begging him to touch her, or to go. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 03:33:10</strong>
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				The light of an understanding lit inside his eyes and then slowly, carefully he moved his right hand forward as his left foot drug its toenails against the floor. Alternating the movements he moved at her like a great cat to the edge of the protective ward. Hitting the wall of the circle there was a spark, and then he pushed through it with a hiss of pain. Wisps of smoke rose from his skin as if he were made of incense, the aroma even stronger now as he broke through the protective barrier. His eyes staying focused on her.<br><br><em>Please ? Please what you little treat? </em><br><br>He inhaled again, a deep and long draw of the air of the room. His mouth opened, saliva pooled and fell to the ground as he looked her over. His mouth moved without thought, as if deciding which part of her he would consume first. It was a vulgar display of an animal. She has sent his mind reeling. How did this happen, how had he been drawn here?&nbsp; But thoughts such as this were quickly being replaced with a mandate hardwired into every cell of the now created body. <br><br><em>Did you want a companion or did you want to be sated Tegan? Are you tired of waiting, what does your body want? Have you have been left untouched, cold? Tell me, I will not tell a soul.</em><br><br>He continued to move towards her, catlike, never standing, never arching his back as his legs and feet bent to angles that would have made a human scream in pain. He stalked her, eyes already beginning to devour her. He gaze left her face, traveled from her foot to the center of her arousal, a slow lick across his lips as he looked to her there, then farther up. The sight of her breasts, nipples, the rise and fall of her chest with every breath, caused his mouth to open and close involuntarily, a growl escaped his throat as he watched her breath.<br><br><em>Tegan, you have no idea of the time I have waited. But … you /do/ know of wait, and want… don’t you?</em><br><br>His body made it through the circle, the hazy air behind him vanishing and his presence filled the room as he crawled towards her. His hips rolled as he moved on all fours, between his legs he swung slowly to match the movements. He continued forward, closing the distance until he was just out of arms reach. There, right there in front of her, sweat from his body dripped below him, hissing as it struck the floor.<br><br><em>What do they call it in this day and age Tegan? When I begin to please you, take from you, what is it called?</em><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 03:54:41</strong>
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				Every small movement he made through the barrier caused her to wince. The soles of her feet found the ground beneath her, and her knees got acquainted with her chest as she began to inch back, eyes widening further. "I- don't..." She whispered, still unable to distinguish what she needed. She was strung so tight. He pinned her with his eyes, her heart was going to explode... She was going to nap if he didn't either touch her or kill her. Her mouth opened slightly in horror as his mouth opened, and saliva dripped to the floor.&nbsp; She shied further back, slowly scooting her bottom away, inch by inch. Fear was slowly winning out over lust.<br><br>"I just... I m-made a mistake." She whispered, still sliding back. Alphonso would never be unappreciated again. "I thought I needed a great lover... there aren't many men.... all boys?" She tried to explain, distract him. "I was arrogant." She whispered, slowly easing herself further back, away from him as he gained, his unnatural crawl horrifying. She could feel every touch of his eyes on her flesh, and stopped, shuddering at the burning heat of his stare, gasping, and tensing, trying to force her body to run. But it refused. He was a beast, he was terrifying, he was sexy and intoxicating. She was doomed. She whimpered softly, still trying to scape, though her hands and feet refused to move. It felt like she had been tied down, thick bands clamping her arms to her sides, legs to her torso. It was terrifying, it was relaxing.<br><br>She gasped at his question, eyes meeting him in a fatal mistake. <em>Fucking.</em> She thought, With him it would only be fucking. It would have been fucking with whoever she summoned. She couldn't bring herself to say the curse word. Not to him. It would cement his hold. If she said it there would be no escape. She swallowed thickly, and took a deep, heady breath. Roses, leather, lust filled her, and she tensed a moment, before surging up, turning to run, bare feet slipping over the surprisingly cold floor as she lunged for the doorway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 04:29:25</strong>
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				<em>I heard that.</em><br><br>He said the words with a laugh, a taunting and still hungry sound that chased after her as she bolted for the door. He waited the briefest of moments,&nbsp; giving her that much before he was off and behind her. His eyes watched her as she ran, ran over her skin memorizing her movements as he paced her. He stayed behind her, his own legs propelling him in the chase, the hunt. His gaze lingered on her rear as she moved, watching as her legs sent her flailing forward.&nbsp; <br><br>Never touching his target, he stayed right behind her. She could hear him inhale, tracking her scent, the taste of her body in the air as the predator tracked its pray. His nose almost touched her hair as it whipped behind her, he snapped his teeth as if trying to catch a strand to pull her up short. His presence seemed even larger than the body behind her actually was. Filling the small hallway he followed her, growing even more excited at the race.<br><br><em>Run Tegan, run faster. Make your body more alive. Make it ready for us to share.</em><br><br>He spoke to her as if they were sitting at a table and not running through her home. The words were honeyed, meant to arouse her even more as the demonic nature of his soul attempted to make his voice even more alluring. The hunger in his words was apparent, she had succeeded. She had an Incubus in her presence, and his full attention was only on her. He did not summon any of his other gifts, they would be metered out in due time. Tonight would be the most basic of his talents, and he would be the altar upon which she would pour herself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 04:41:53</strong>
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				She bound through the house, at a dead sprint, adrenaline fuelling her flight. He was right behind her, she could feel him, his teeth snapping, his calm voice. She knew her doom, but just couldn't bring herself to fall, to give up. Sweat covered her body, she could smell her own musk mingling with his own. Both from new sweat and the heat between her legs. She cut desperately to the left, and half-fell up the three stairs to her bedroom landing, one more bound to the left into the bathroom, and she whirled to slam the door, praying for enough time to lock the thin wooden portal. It was like a leaf against a wildebeest, she knew, but she was desperate. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 05:22:13</strong>
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				He was right there, and as she whirled to take the doorknob in her hand, to slam the door behind her,&nbsp; his hand closed about her wrist. Skin, hot to the touch, far hotter than any human could survive having, locked her wrist in an iron embrace, lifting the arm above her head. He stepped into her, forcing her to step back, pinning her body between his form and the wall with only a scant space between them. The wash of the heat from his skin bled out, his entire body inflamed. He was the center of the scents, the pheromones of arousal surrounding them both and filling the bathroom, such a small room, just as they had filled kitchen.<br><br>He leaned up, his tongue licking into the wound that she had made herself on her hand. It was a deep and heavy stroke, potentially painful, as it touched the expose flesh. However the coarse skin of his tongue sealed the wound, stopping the slight flow of blood. He shivered as he tasted her, moving even closer, pressing her breasts to his chest, her nipples pushed against the heated flesh. <br><br>His hips moved, his head parted her lips without entering, poised at that one moment where he could take her, or her him. Engorged and ready, he waited. She had created him, he would be as she desired him to be, sating her hunger for pleasure as she needed. He was smooth, prepared to enter and fill her, prepared to fulfill her every wish. The heat from this contact seemed even more intense, as if he could burn her desire in filling her.<br><br>He leaned forward, his mouth an inch from her ear and he began to whisper.<br><br><em>I am Rosuriel, Servant of Asmodeus, King of lust. I am Rosuriel the right hand of Carnivean, lord of obscenity. I have tasted of Queens and Empresses, sated the lust of the holy and the devout. All that I have, all that I know is now yours Tegan.&nbsp; </em><br><br>The words hung there, waiting for her to accept them, to take him into her. At that moment the promises of attention from a creature as old as time itself, the knowledge of ages of experience, was offered to her. Not to a queen, not to a magus, but to Tegan, the woman who had summoned him from an abyss. He stood ready, tempting her with his body. He barely moved and yet she could feel him slide atop her entrance, his crown damp by her arousal.<br><em><br>Take it from me.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 05:41:25</strong>
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				A scream tore from her throat as she whirled as he was there, his scalding flesh wrapping around her wrist, jerking it high, herding her back against the ice her bathroom wall had become. She yelped and arched away from it, into him, and stared up at him, mind momentarily swept away on the torrent of lust he unleashed in her. There were no more words, and she moaned into his heat, eyes already glazing over, fear long forgotten. Every inhale sunk her deeper into the spell, and she pressed her breasts forward into his chest, a soft mewling sound escaping her throat.<br><br>Every moment from him forced a jump from him, and a low groan escaped her as his rough tongue sealed the wound on her hand, her head tipping back at his shudder against her, hand spreading wide as electricity shot from her hand straight down between her legs. They spread in response to his shift, and he found her centre, though he didn't press in. She growled with frustration, whimpering, shifting her hips over him. She was up on her tip-toes,before him, and could't quite sink down as she needed to. He burned her, and she clenched down, desperate to have that burning heat inside her.<br><br>As he leaned in, her head fell back, offering her neck to him, and she inhaled sharply as he whispered to her. She whimpered and moaned, thrashed beneath him at every sound, her mind further and further hazed over. She was ready to explode, she was ready to shatter. She near cried at his offer, and nodded dumbly, her voice long gone from where it usually lived in her throat. Finally, a hiss escaped, her moth somehow forming the word. "Yessss..."<br><br>She stretched her arm, her other sliding around his chest to seal her body closer to his, and sank down so her feet were flat, tilting her pelvis to accept him fully, gasping at the fullness, the faint discomfort at his entrance. It had been far, far too long. She moaned softly with mixed pain and pleasure, and her eyes opened, head still tilted back, eyes so dark with passion they were near black.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 06:08:12</strong>
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				The length of his body slid into her as she pushed against him, like a hand trying to fit into a glove one size too small. He let her weight and will take him until there was nothing more to take. He held her there, trying to fill her as he felt the corona of his head push against her walls. A gasp escaped his lips as their bodies met and there was nothing more to take. He did not move insider her, not yet.<br><br>One hand came up, grabbing the damp hair at the back of her neck, forcefully tilting her head forward as he moved his chest from hers. Both their bodies now in their view, now on display for their eyes, and in their direct view, they were joined together. <br><br><em>Keep your eyes open. Look at us, look at what you have made. I heard your mind, you thought me to be a <strong>fuck</strong>. Yes, that was the word you used. But I am more than a <strong>fuck</strong>. I am <strong>your</strong> Incubus, and I will teach you Tegan.</em><br><br>He commanded with a whisper. At the first use of the word fuck he slid himself from her, pulling against the skin he once pushed against as slow as he could. He was almost completely out when he stopped, another sigh escaped his lips as he paused. Her arousal coated him, made his skin shine in the light caused from the bathroom. His chest was slick, covered in an all too human sheen of sweat. At the second use of the word he pushed into her again. These were not fast strokes, but the power, the intent to arouse was there. He wanted her to see the base nature of their act, to watch how their pleasure was joined by these simple movements.<br><br><em>I will free you Tegan, fetters you have never seen will be cast aside. Your voice, I want it. Tell me now where you feel me, tell me what you feel inside you Tegan.&nbsp; Free your voice and I will make you sing.</em><br><br>As he spoke he pulled from her again, and again he was exposed and slick while still joined with her body. Then he began another push, slowly trying to get her to adjust to the feeling of his width and his length. His body wanted hers to accept his intrusion. It was as close to preparation as she would have. His heart began to beat a little faster, the heart of a human driven by the demonic.&nbsp; His chest moved with each breath, his one hand held her head tightly by her hair, forcing her to watch the display of their flesh joined together.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 06:32:42</strong>
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				Her scalp prickled as his hand clenched in the mass of auburn curls, and she tilted her head down at his push, eyes unfocused, and she shuddered as he pulled back from her, and stared down at their joined bodies. She shook with every word, and screamed as he slowly dragged himself out, her muscles tensing, clenching about him, trying to keep him inside. It felt so good, like he was pulling something from much deeper inside of her. She strained against his hold, but there was no budging him. She was forced to stare at the display, her eyes wavering in and out of focus. Teagn stared at the sheen over him, <em>her</em> sheen over him. That was her arousal coating him. Another scream ripped from her chest as he pressed in, back arching off the wall, though her head remained down, watching his carnal movements within her. She leaned against the wall, and threw a leg up around his hip, changing the angle, and nearly screeched with the movement, giving him more access, her leg curling, trying to force him further in.<br><br>She barely understood his words, but she understood their meaning. This was punishment for presuming, this was comfort to her fear, this was pleasure given, and taken. This was more passion than she believed to exist in the world. She cried out as he pulled from her again, pressing in. The discomfort slowly began to fade, and she shook her head against his hold in impotent frustration. He wanted her to talk? That was like asking a deaf person to play piano by ear.<br><br>"Ah... please... more... so-good" She panted. How could she describe the indescribable? Pressure, tingle, tight, hard, it was past words, past intelligence and humanity. Her mind screamed from it, the feeling, no words, and she thrashed against the wall, against his hold, unable to keep quiet, keep from moaning. She was half afraid of how much she was feeling, but there was no escape. She didn't want escape. He was driving her past herself, and that was exactly what she needed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 07:00:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He took one step back, releasing her hair and moving the hand to her hip above the leg encircling him. He moved so he could support her weight, she was like paper in his grasp. Fingers clenched into her skin, finding muscle beneath that he added pressure to, muscles that should cause the abdomen to tighten, for her to squeeze him even more. The left hand raised her other leg, wrapping it with the first around his waist. Then it moved behind her before he withdrew and pushed into her again.<br><br><em>Do not look away Tegan, Watch, watch what causes you pleasure. I think you would call it my cock, but it is all of me that will please you.</em><br><br>His words were bitten off, the focus he had was for her, and her desire, but it was a command none the less. She could not know that he was spurred on because they were tied together, and as she grew more aroused he too would do the same sympathetically. Again he pulled from her, feeling her body squeezing his length, milking his glands to the point of pain.&nbsp; He cried out, for the first time the demonic was mixed with an all to human voice as the pleasure ran from the base of his spine to the bottom of his neck and tore the sound from his throat.<br><br>He did not push her into the wall, she would not be able to watch their coupling. Instead he lifted her, making her rise with the motion of both his hands even as his lower body pulled away. Each movement gave more evidence to their state. Sweat dripped from his head and chest to land and glint above the very sex he filled. His girth was soaked in the spend of her body, her arousal lubricating and preparing both of them for what lay ahead. <br><br>He focused, his breath becoming more rapid as her arousal sought to overtake him, sought to supplant his own with her need. This human’s desire was stronger than he had felt before. Something about her called to him, the bond, the binding, he had never known this feeling, and it was all he could do not to ravish the young body now upon him.<br><em><br>More Tegan, tell me, if you are ready, command your Incubus. Let your voice be heard. I will not be offended no matter how vulgar you sound. Let yourself go.</em><br><br>Instead of a command this was a different voice, the first demand from a lover. Even as he spoke he began to move a bit faster, sounds of each impact began to become more common in the room. The wet and heavy sound of their bodies meeting fought with his breathing. No longer were the strokes painfully slow, instead he could feel her grasping at him, demanding him more and more. And his body responded by giving in to the impulse, giving in to give her more.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 07:16:15</strong>
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				Tegan did as she was told, powerless to disobey. She stared down at them, every exhale holding a high moan, every inhale a gasp as he thrust into her, her legs wrapped tight about his hips, her sheath tight around his cock. Her arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders, strength-less to actually hold herself up. At his cry, she arched, convulsively clenching around him, every hair on her body standing on end at the unearthly yell. Her juices dripped down him, his sweat onto her, hers onto him, and she rolled her hips, gasping and doing it again as he thrust, mouth open as she stared, consumed with the vision they made.<br><br>"Close" She whispered, replying to his demand, a moan escaping her as she rolled her hips with him, back arching, writhing beneath his onslaught. "Oh please..." Her voice was high and strained, a sob barely hidden beneath. Her fingers curled into his shoulders, nails scratching against his shoulder-blades. "Harder, faster. Fuck me, please... I need it" She moaned from the core of her being. She did need it. She was tired of the world, she wanted the oblivion he could give her, she wanted to forget everything, if only for a moment. <br><br>But he already was, every moment wound her tighter, drove her further. She was losing who she was, where she was, what she was as he flooded her with feeling, and she squirmed against his hold, so close, so far under his will. She had no name, she had no being. And then she shattered. She screamed, arching, every muscle tense, her legs locking him into her, her nails digging into his shoulder as her nerves all fired at once, and she was struck into nothingness. <br><br>She slumped against his hold, unable to move as she floated, staring blindly up at his face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 07:42:46</strong>
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				He thrust into her with the end of her command. Her own release sent his body into autonomic function. He levered out of her, pulling his length at an angle so as to open her, expose her even more before sliding in at a different angle. The head of his cock pushed against her lower wall on penetration, pulled against the upper on each withdrawal.<br><br>His stoic pose broke,&nbsp; the cry of a demon trapped within a mortal form pushed beyond his own limits due to the bond she had created. His body burned, threatening to bust into his apocalyptical form from the first copulation with her. It was terrifying to him, it was the most he had been aroused in hundreds of years. He increased the speed, the violence of the motion, lifting her almost free of him only to enter her again. Her sheath grasping him as he forced it to expand.<br><br><em>Look at me Tegan !</em><br><br>He did not shout but the words bounced around the bath, there was the sound of at least one tile cracking under the comment. He continued his motions, the muscles in his legs began to set, tightened and firm , his stomach clenched as he tried to push her over the edge. Sweat fell from his hair and body, showering her skin and the floor of the bathroom as he refused to relent. Even as she slumped in his arms he sought to draw every last bit of her body to him.<br><br><em>Now Tegan.&nbsp; Let go .</em><br><br>And he drove himself into her, pushing their bodies back together, pressing his chest to hers and for the first time, his lips met hers in a kiss, trying to steal the scream from her throat even as his eyes tried to pierce her and look deep within her. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 14:50:00</strong>
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				She drifted in a post orgasm sea of comfort for a moment, unable to bring her mind back into focus. She gasped as his superheated body pressed into hers, and shuddered at the contact, her arms sliding slowly up around his shoulders. His arms around her back were marvellous, and she cuddled into him, her mind working at a comfort-seeking level. She sighed softly and contentedly as his lips pressed to hers, and she pressed back, barely able to hold her head up. Her body was weak with satiation, but he wasn't finished. Her mind caught up with her, then, and she frowned softly, breaking the kiss to look at him perplexedly. Had she done something wrong?<br><br>"Rosuriel?" She whispered softly. "Did I... what do you want?" She asked, twisting her hips lightly against him, and gasping at her own motion. She didn't know if she would be able to go again, it had been far too intense for her to repeat so soon, but she wasn't about to let him go unsatisfied. She had her mouth, and hands if he wanted them. Swallowing, she considered his face, no longer afraid of him, though still not understanding the situation.<br><br><em>I want to please him before he goes back. He deserves more than that, but...</em> She thought to herself, still convinced that come morning he would blink out of existence. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 15:54:23</strong>
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				She had called him by his name, the first bit of fear leaving her voice, and his name bounced inside his head like a leaden weight. The feeling of her body, supple and relaxing in his arms was the feeling of bliss. A bliss he had not understood before, a difference this time than in the past. There were bonds present that he had not experienced, that he did not know of or understand. He could feel her desire was still there, but no longer stoking and feeding the fire, it was different. Instead of feeling it from her, he felt it inside himself. He removed her legs from his hips but managed to keep holding her. The grip had changed, firm but far more careful than before, he would never let her fall. He pulled himself from her body, a sensation that caused a cry to escape his lips even as he bit down to stifle it.<br><em><br>Tegan, shhh...I can hear you.</em><br><br>His voice was that of a human, trying to comfort her without the aid or use of any powers. His skin still burned under her touch as he pressed to her. His mouth searched for hers, he wanted, knew that he had to kiss her then and there. Finding her lips he pressed against them, an almost chaste action until his mouth opened and his tongue searched for hers. Finally he closed his eyes and allowed himself to go, to be swept up by the woman in front of him. His cock, trapped between them, pressed against her flesh and finally emptied. Warm and thick, his orgasm spurt, then rolled from his body to coat both of their flesh. With each pulse he shivered in her embrace, each release caused his breathe to catch as he let his own abandonment become visible in her arms. His release joined the remains of their actions, that of her own spend and both their sweat that matted their upper legs. <br><br>He moaned into her mouth as the spasms of his orgasm were trapped between them. Gave her the sound of his satisfaction and submission as their lips were pressed together in a lover's kiss.&nbsp; A shiver ran the length of his spine and down his arms to the hands holding her. Like a mortal man he came to rest, and he held her, skin to skin with the evidence of their act still upon them. He held her tightly, an arm moving around her waist to support her should she grow weak.<br><br><em>Tegan... your skin... how hot do you feel? It is important.</em><br><br>He was not commanding, for the first time there was a tone of worry, or true concern as he asked the question.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 16:28:09</strong>
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				A moan of her own echoed his cry as he laboriously pulled himself from her, leaving her strangely cold and empty. She shuddered and pressed closer, trying to make up for the sudden void that seemed to open in her as he removed himself. She sucked in a shuddering breath, and looked back up to him, eyes searching. What was he doing? Her mouth began to open, and his descended once more. Her eyes drifted closed, mouth opening for him as soon as she felt the faintest brush of his tongue. Hers shyly ventured to make his acquaintance, and she made a soft noise of approval in the back of her throat. <br><br>She gasped into the kiss as he shuddered against her, and she felt him coating their bellies with his orgasm. Her arms tightened about him, and she pressed her soft belly closer, against is hard one, giving him all of herself in the kiss, a hand sliding up to cradle the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair. She rested with him as he came to a stop, nuzzling his jawline softly, eyes still closed. <br><br>She pulled back slightly to cock her head to the side at his question, and frowned slightly. "Fine... just warm... why?" She asked, wondering if his spend was acidic, or if he was just worried about her overheating. <br><br>Hey eyes found his, green against slate, and she bit her lower lip, wondering if she dared ask the questions that were beginning to surface in her mind. Namely what he was, where he had come from, and when he would be going back. Somehow she trusted him, though there was an edge of caution to the trust. He wasn't human, and she had no idea what he could do. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 16:45:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Where is your bath, a basin that you can soak in cool water Tegan? </em><br><br>He looked at her with open eyes, full and exploring her features without ravishing her this time. For a moment those gray eye seemed all too human, and she could see worry in them. His arms held her close, trying to provide some comfort, but his skin did not cool down, its heat met her own and seemed to grow hotter in the process.<br><br><em>It.. it can be a side effect of being with me. I can ... overheat you, it can cause delirium, it can cause death. </em><br><br>He reached up, taking her chin and raising it so he could look at her , let her see his face as he spoke. Though the aroma still swirled around them, roses and sweat, pleasure and lust, it was no longer just his scent. It was theirs together and she could see him still breathing deeply, taking in the scent of what they had made together.<br><br><em>In time you will be able to control it, but ... I do not want anything happening to you Tegan, where is your bath, just to be safe. </em><br><br>He had not grown soft against her, still turgid, still aroused. he was focusing away from that, focusing on anything but the scent and touch of her body before him. He was worried that if they did not break apart he would take her again, and then again after that. Something about her spurred him on, wanting to enter and break her open. She had wished for a companion, not for a demon to devour her from within her own pleasure. He tried to remember that, tried to keep that in the front of his mind. It was becoming more difficult as the time began to pass.<br><br>He leaned over, a soft bite at the corner of her jaw, a nibble of skin at the soft of the neck. He licked of flesh and bit again, soft bites, tugging at her, competing for her attention. Get her in the bath, she will be able to cool down and he will not be threatened, was his best plan. But it was hard to tell if it was to protect her, or protect him?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 17:51:14</strong>
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				She blinked up at him, and gestured to the left. The bath/shower was right next to them. She didn't necessarily&nbsp; want a shower right then, but she would humour him. How could she not? She was as weak as a newborn kitten because of him. But then, she didn't want to go anywhere near cool water at the moment, she was too warm. She closed her eyes, and pressed into the hand that held her jaw, rubbing her cheek against him, listening, though she still didn't see the issue. She shifted in his grasp, so she could move more freely, and slitted her eyes, looking at the bathtub with a certain amount of animosity. She wanted to stay there, in his arms, and damn the consequences.<br><br>Tegan's eyes flew wide at the first nip at her jaw, and her head instinctively fell back, exposing her throat to him with a soft whimper. Her hand curled in his hair, holding him to her throat. <em>Ah, bite me...</em> her mind begged, shoulders dropping down to stretch her neck further, head tipping t the side to offer the side of her throat, right below the ear. Her neck had always been extremely sensitive, and she had always loved attention there. <br><br>Bath forgotten, she pressed closer to him, ignoring the prickle of sweat that broke out across her back and forehead, ignoring the heat, any discomfort too sensual to be called that. Her head began to float deliciously once more, and her legs wrapped themselves around his, her free hand tracing designs on his back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 18:45:38</strong>
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				He silently cursed himself as she bared her neck to his view, the unblemished skin, the expanse of flesh before him. Her lust was building again, and his instincts started to override the logical functions inside his mine. His mouth moved without thought, lips touching right behind her ear, pursed and kissing before opening to catch her skin between his teeth. He could taste her, the salty tint of sweat that glazed her body. He suckled at that piece of flesh, sucking against it as he bit her gently.<br><br>Her legs moving to his hips made it easier for him to move towards the basin she called her bath. It must have been an onus to dredge water through the house and up stairs to fill this, it was luxurious to what he last remembered. She must have been more than just a woman, even if she were not a conjurer. He took first one, and then a second step towards the bathtub near them. He knelt, trying to find some way to move her to the tub so that he might cool her body. That was a mistake.<br><br>As he knelt, his body, once trapped, was free again and the head of his still erect cock slid across her lips. The tip of his glans brushed against her clit before dragging across the length of her opening. He shuddered at the sensation, a motion that shook him within her embrace. He lost control for a moment and lowered his head and mouth to the nape of her neck even as his hand came up. He reached behind her, and pulled her hair away even as he pushed her head forward and he bit down. <br><br>He bit that skin where the shoulder and neck join, almost but not quiet on her back. It was a dominance bite, when done from behind the victim would have no way to move, nowhere to run from the clenching jaw that gripped them. He bit in, teeth pushing into her skin, into the muscle beneath. Not breaking the skin, but marking her with indentation. He sucked against the flesh trapped in his mouth and moaned against her as he rested between her legs.<br><br>There he knelt, locked into her embrace. Tacky skin from their earlier release causing them to stick to one another, salty skin gaining a new sheen of sweat as his body began to heat more. He fought to remember, he had to cool her, he had to stop her, he had to take her, pin her to the floor, expose her sex to his lust and fill her until she cried his name.&nbsp; His mouth twisted, trying to make itself release her skin as a second moan escaped his open mouth to caress the skin under it.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 19:30:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She shuddered as his lips rushed her neck, hand gripping harder in his hair, arching into his frame. Moaning as his teeth fastened beneath her ear. And then he shifted her, and it all came back. A yelp exploded from her chest, and she twisted her hips closer to him, pressing him closer against her core, even while he forced her head forward, and bit down on <em>that spot</em>. She froze, moaning, eyes un-focusing and crossing, her forehead pressing into his shoulder. Her body shuddered beneath him, the smell of her arousal renewing in the small room. <br><br>She panted, stretching in his hold, pressing her face into his shoulder and chest, a whimper escaping her as her mind once again fled to safety. <em>Yes..... oh, god yes....</em> She couldn't even form words. She pressed tight against him, looking for his reassuring heat, submitting entirely to him, accepting him. "Rosur-iel..." She whimpered, hand curling to dig her fingernails into his shoulder. <em>Please....</em> Though with more direction then the last time she moaned the entreaty, she still didn't know what she was asking for. For him to press in? To bite her again? Both? For him never to let go? To absorb her into his heat and let her live there, curled in his strength forever?<br><br>Her mind was blank, gone, her body was burning. Every inch of her skin was hot and red, her muscles all relaxed, and tensed at the same time, she struggled to gasp for breath, but her entire being was centred around his teeth in her shoulder. Her breaths fluttered to his shoulder, short, shuddery, but she didn't care. She didn't know if she would be able to survive if he let her go, right then, didn't know if she could survive if he didn't. Something screamed in the back of her mind, a fire alarm? She was too far gone to discern it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 20:15:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Take her, take her and make her yours, break her under your weight, push into her until she is split and spent upon you, make her worship you .</strong> <br><br>His mind raced as every sound she made caused his mouth to close that much tighter, the skin under his teeth began to strain and he could feel the elasticity at its breaking point. With a growl and a groan he pulled himself away from her neck, indentations from his teeth a bright pick and crimson still on her flushed and freckled skin.<br><em><br>The water, where do I get it. Show me, tell me Tegan. </em><br><br><em>Now.</em><br><br>The last word was not barked, but was a command designed to push into her just as his body had minutes earlier. Designed to wet her, break he resolve, force her to tell him how he could save her. How he could get her cooled down. How he could mount her and drive her body until she had no energy left to breathe without his help. How he would taste of her release and lavish her with attention she has never felt from a true man.<br>His hips rocked uncontrollably under her, sawing between her lips with smooth heated skin. He could not stop moving, his body was responding to her desire, his demonic mandate to please her was demanding the logic be throw away.<br><strong><br>She was only a woman, a human, take of her as he will and be done with it. </strong><br><br>But he knew better, something told him to resist, to fight the urge to lift her and thrust again inside her.<br><br>With strong arms he removed her legs and turned her round. It may help that she not see him, he knew it was a lie. He lay his chest across her spine, his teeth nibbled at the flesh at the hairline of her neck. His every breath pushed his heated skin against hers as if she lay against a heating pad dipped in rose scented water.He brought to rest in his lap, holding her close.<br><br><em>The water Tegan, Focus, how do I get you to it? I will stay with you, I promise.</em><br><br>This time his voice was calm, sultry, trying to calm her, to entice her mind with the application of liquid and their bodies together. He lay against her, kneeling behind her, letting her rear rest in his lap. He was trapped under her, exposed and erect, , still splitting her lips as she rested against him, this time, had she looked down she could see her, debased vision of his hardened length growing slick with her spend, waiting for her to see him, to touch him.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 20:38:20</strong>
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				She frowned as the thread of a voice filtered through her mind, it wasn't hers. She wasn't sure if she agreed with it or not, she could barely hear it to understand. She moaned out, shaking her head as he released his teeth, her mind begging <em>again</em>. She whimpered as he commanded her to tell him how to open the water. "The... knob" She whimpered, shaking her head. "Please don't... Again... please please...." She moaned, clinging to him. She arched against him as he thrust between her lips, grinding down against him, panting, eyes once again losing focus. She shut them tight, it was easier to not watch than to try and make sense of the fuzz.<br><br>That voice again. She still couldn't make it out but... She cried out in denial as he unwrapped her legs, and turned her away, until he plastered himself against her back, and he quietened. She whimpered softly, spreading her legs to accept him between them, and she wriggled her bottom into his lap. "Pull the knob..." She found herself saying. "Blue is cold, red hot..." Her head fell forward, shoulders down, inviting him to clamp back down on her neck. She shook her head slightly to move her hair out of the way, and slowly opened her eyes, staring at him protruding from beneath her. Her mouth opened in a moan, and she twisted her hips, grinding down against him, her soaked skin sliding over his easily. She rolled them, sliding herself up and down him, clenching herself, her legs around him, panting. Her hands clung to his wrists, as if she could keep his hands from reaching the knob, from dumping her in frigid water. She didn't want to be shocked out of this.<br><br>Her eyes lost focus again, and she leaned back against him, leaning on him to keep upright, powerless to support her own weight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 22:56:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His left hand reached out for the indicated knob even as she slid her body around his, entrapping him and drawing him inside her. A low moan escaped his mouth, right behind her head, as she wrapped him with her flesh. He trembled under the sensation, causing his length to shift inside her. When her hand closed around his arm his eyes rolled back as the full force of her desire rolled through his body. It was too late, he was too late, his instinct overrode his impulse. He needed her then and there.<br><br>He took one of her hands and brought it to the back of his head, stretching her arm, exposing her torso,&nbsp; he closed her fingers into a fist at the damp hair at the back of his neck. He took her free hand and moved it down her body, placing it so she could feel how they joined. Her own flesh opened and swallowing his flesh as he pushed farther into her body. Her skin and his, her dampness and his hardness, all under her palm.<br><br>Her hands now placed, his moved with another mission in mind. One moved to capture a breast, cupping it from below, lifting it gently while capturing a taut nipple between thumb and forefinger. First his touch was soft, only a presence and the barest of touch. That presence changed to teasing before pressure was added, pinching and pulling the nipple tight so as to draw it away from her breast itself. The other hand rested on her hip, holding, guiding, making sure she could not get away.<br><br>He fought himself, teeth biting into his lower lip as she gripped him. It felt as if she were trying to crush him with muscles wrapped in velvet . He cried behind her, leaning over, unable to speak, he brought his mouth back to her skin and kissed the base of her neck, moving slowly, kissing to her shoulder before his teeth found purchase again. This time it was the correct position, and his mouth fit into the crook of her neck and shoulder as if he were made to be there. Teeth pushed in deep, announcing his arrive to the muscles there. He moaned again, this time sending the sound into her and not to the room itself.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 07:03:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan's arm followed his pliantly, hand fisting where he placed it, hips still rolling over his length, as she rode him, her other hang pressing against the two of them, fingers curling around him as if an extension of her centre. She moaned at the heady feel of it, pressing both against him and her own hand. She gasped as he cupped her breast, arching, pressing the mound into his hand she dropped her head back onto his shoulder with a soft moan.&nbsp; She gasped as he began to tug at her nipple, rolling and teasing it. She clamped down upon him in surprise, and groaned out as she rolled her hips, feeling too tight, too full, too hot, and not wanting the feeling to leave.<br><br>Her skin slipped against his, her back sliding against his chest as easily as he slid within her. She hadn't the strength to raise her hips too high, too far, but she rolled them, sliding him in and out, against that sensitive spot that shot straight to her stomach, her hand gripping his hair for stability and purchase. A gasp filled her chest as he bent his head, and she could feel the tantalizing brush of his lips against her shoulder. Her head dropped to her chest, rolling to the side, as his teeth sunk in and she cried, pressing him as close in as he could and clamping down once again, shuddering, stationary, the heady feeling of belonging to him filling her, making her head swim with the feeling.<br><br>"Rosuriel..." She groaned softly, voice thready, her pounding heart not faring much better. Exhaustion warred with lust, and she rolled her hips once more, driving herself high, close. But it was hard, and she paused again, panting or breath, working her inner muscles over him, refusing to stop, while she had no option but to do just that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 16:02:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He had been moving slowly, every motion had been a dragging stroke to pull his length against her, to enter and completely fill and distend her body as he sought to pleasure her. His hands held her gently, wanting to experience the full satisfaction of their motions. Had he been going faster, had he been driving her to bend her to his will, he never would have noticed her collapse. Even as she succumbed to the sensation he felt his own body panic, change, respond to hers. She had not released him, had yet to push him away, make him stop.<br><br>A second, then third stroke as she wilted in his arms. He stopped, holding her, teeth releasing her skin, both hands coming up to hold her body against him so that she would not fall. He moved to lay her to the floor, his body staying with hers, refusing to separate from her form. He laid atop partially atop her, curling his form to hers. Inside his mind he tried to regain the logic, and the ,he had before they had begun. He had to cool her body, what had she said, a knob, blue meant cold. He struggled against his nature, and his hips moved again, still inside her he moaned to the back of her head.<br><br>He was distracted, her skin warming like his own. Her scent, intermixed with his own and just as strong, called to him, demanded a complex reaction that was programmed into his being. With glazed eyes he watched her, felt his own heart hammer inside his chest as he struggled to regain his composure, his control.&nbsp; A hand came up and brushed her hair from the back of her neck.&nbsp; Leaning forward to kiss her neck caused him to adjust insider her, still gripped tightly by her body. He was so close as his lips touched her skin.<br><br>Her skin burned, shocking him back to the reality of his act, she was burning. Rosuriel closed his eyes, focusing and then a wave of panic hit him. His own heart was beating slow, he was tired, worn out, his own heat seemed far greater, affecting him much more than he would have imagined.&nbsp; He forced himself up&nbsp; to his knees, pulling himself from her with a cry as he reached for the controls of the bath. He did as she had instructed, pulling and twisting the knob as told.<br><br>And then he stared, watching as the water poured forth from the facuet to the tub below. He stared in absent fascination, dipping his hand into the running water and pulling it away.<br><br><em>Tegan, this is amazing, this is…</em><br><br>He turned to look at her and blinked, his mouth moving and then growing still. He was ashamed that he had sounded so naive, but more worried&nbsp; as he looked to her laying there. Abashed at his distraction he moved to pick her up, carefully lifting her with trembling arms as looked at her face. <br><em><br>I tried to warn you Tegan, I did, I ... I'm sorry.</em><br><br>He whispered his apology, the words sounding strange as he set her into the basin of the bath. He reached down, taking a moment to figure out how to stopper the draining water. He had not made the water freezing, no, that could make the situation worse. He had adjusted to the water to add just a little warmth. And once the water started to build he began to cup his hand, taking the water and pouring is over the skin of her lower body, careful to avoid her most sensitive areas, lest he be tempted again.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 19:46:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A sharp gasp escaped her half-open mouth as her stomach and chest pressed against the cold tile floor, and goosebumps raced across her skin. She shied away from the unpleasant tile into his back, until her fevered body warmed them. She whimpered, tilting her pelvis back for him as he slid back out and in. A shiver, starting from his moan ran down her spine. Another soft whine as he shifted inside of her, and she managed a half-twist with her hips in response. She leaned back against his kiss to the back of her neck, panting, her jaw clenched.<br>As he dragged himself from her, she moaned, mourning the loss of his heat, the hot, full feeling of him. His words didn't even register in her mind, as the room-temperature air hit her back. She began to shiver, teeth chattering. <br><br>The brief moment in his arms nearly undid her, and she buried her face in his shoulder, hand weakly curling around his upper arm, before he set her in the (to her) frigid water. She yelped, and began to shiver anew, hands fisting as she half-curled up, trying to avoid the dribbling water. It didn't take long for her body to numb, and her temperature start to drop. Her body had managed to heat the water in the bath until she was comfortable. Her brows furrowed, and a headache began in-between her eyes. She was still too hot, but it was much better. Her eyes opened, and she stared up at him, a frown marring her face. She wasn't quite sure what to be irritated with him for. She remembered, it was her fault. She'd started it the second time. <br><br>"I'm c-cold." She finally told him, her arms crossing over her breasts to both hug and hide her body, a flush staining her cheeks as she remembered exactly how she had been acting. What in the world had she been thinking?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 20:09:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Tegan, You have to stay in water a little longer. You have to let your body cool down, please, please listen to me and trust me. If... if you don't I don't know what will happen, but it would not be good, I have seen people die before Tegan... and... I can't let you do that.</em><br><br>His words spilled from his mouth with a sincerity that was hard to imagine considering how he spoke to her in the Kitchen. He continued to dip his hand in the water, pouring it over her flesh. Each time his hand entered the bath a pulse of heat radiated from his hand, the water seeming to warm just a little more.&nbsp; He kept his eyes firmly on her face, watching her and not looking away. The Slate Gray had returned, and in them there was true worry.<br><br><em>I am not leaving, I... I will be here for you Teagan. I would join you if I was not afraid pf what could happen.</em><br><br>His hand stopped cupping water and pouring it over her, and instead reached for her hand, taking it in a gentle grasp. A very soft and careful touch, holding her as if he were her mortal love and not a demonic entity. Waves of heat wafted from his skin, the bronzed color seemed to be slightly red, but he was cooling down as he sat there. The hint of roses still remained in the room, the other scents growing more faint.&nbsp; He kept his lower body hidden from her, just his shoulders and head exposed . He looked to her with a very human expression. He smiled to her.<br><em><br>Roe-su-reel, it is pronounced Roe-su-reel. How are you feeling Tegan?</em><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 20:37:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked away from him, humiliation beginning to curl in her chest. She remained in the warm tub, as he instructed, but she was not happy about it. About his worry. She didn't want to be coddled, she didn't want to need his help. Her stomach churned from the heat, and anger at herself. How could she have been so damned stupid? Why hadn't she listened to him? What the hell had <em> possessed</em> her to act that way? She half wished he would leave, though the other half of her yearned for his presence, his touch. He made it no secret how worried about her he was.<br><br>Her hand curled in his, holding it loosely, though she refused to look at his face, she couldn't. She let out a harsh laugh at his question. "Cold, sick, embarrassed, irritated." She listed, staring at her knees. "I need to shower. You do, too." She added the last as an afterthought. She didn't know why she bothered being so humiliated, other than he was a stranger, and that she hated needing anyone. She hated being dependant, hated not being able to take care of herself.<br><br>she reached forward in the tub with her free hand, and began to drain the water, before tugging the knob out and twisting it a bit more to the blue side, cooling the water once more. Once she was comfortable with the temperature, she was getting out, she had decided, whether Rosuriel liked it or not. "Can I call you Roe for short?" She finally asked, voice soft in apology. She knew that she shouldn't be angry at him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 21:26:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her, curiosity clearly evident on his face, and then he tilted his head. A look missing the comprehension of what she had said..<br><br><em>Shower? Do you wish it to rain? I am afraid the elements are not under my control. And Roe will be fine.</em><br><br>He let her hand go, standing up and away from the bath. He moved back, subduing the infernal powers as best he could, but he had forgotten he was bare. He stood naked before her, skin still damp from their meeting. Evidence of both their body's lust displayed on his thighs and atop the smooth skin of his manhood. He was still aroused, though hanging instead of fully erect. He brushed the hair from his face, strands made black from the sweat of their actions interwove themselves with the darkest of brown as he pushed them aside. If he noticed her discomfort it did not show, instead he watched her, watched her movements, seemingly enthralled by her most common actions.<br><br><em>You are a woman of some means it would seem Tegan, never before have I experienced such magic as this. Running water indoors, and you have hinted you can control how hot or cold it becomes. I am used to causing envy, not feeling it. I am used to causing many things without feeling them... this time is different.</em><br><br>The seriousness of his comment was evident, he watched her, and then as the water drained his face finally left hers, watching it swirl and disappear. A smile appeared on his face, as he saw the little whirl appear. Then he looked back to her, moving over her body with those gray eyes. This time he was seeing her, not meaning to arouse, but looking at her to take in her shape, her body. The smile did not leave.<br><br><em>You are quite beautiful Tegan.</em><br><br>A simple statement, honest and not said to entice her. He seemed almost happy to be standing there, just looking at her. Almost like...a lover?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 21:58:49</strong>
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				Tegan raised an eyebrow at his innocent question, and shook her head. "No, a shower. If I unplug the bath and pull this lever, the water will run from the spout up there <em>like</em> rain." She tried to explain. When she glanced at him to see if he understood, her eyes raked down his body of their own accord, and her cheeks warmed again. How could a man look sexy with drying come and sweat all over him. Changing her mind at refreshing her bath, she sternly took her hormones in control, and stood carefully. "Everyone had indoor plumbing." he said, beckoning him over. "We both need <em>cold</em> showers. And I need sleep." She also didn't trust him not to run her water bill up by playing with the shower if she left him to it. <br><br>"Come on, into the shower." She instructed, taking the closest position to the spigot. While trying to ignore his last compliment, she turned the shower on, half closing the curtain on her side so she didn't soak the already-destroyed bathroom. She hissed a gasp as she stepped under the cold torrent of water, but stubbornly stood beneath it, waiting for him to step into the shower with her so she could give him soap, wash herself and get the hell out. He could take the couch tonight, and in the morning, if he was still there, she would find out how to send him back to whence he came. He was a seducer, and a dangerous one at that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 22:35:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Yes Mistress.</em><br><br>The words were automatic to her instruction and he took a step forward even as she drew the curtain to half closed. When she turned the shower on he stopped, frozen in mid stride, his eyes wide with amazement as he watched the pressurized stream flowed from the spout. It was almost a childlike awe that was on his face as he saw the water catch the light, pulsing and moving to land on Tegan, and then he saw her.<br><br>His mouth opened a low sound came forth that he had no chance of hiding. His neck tensed as he watched the water pour around her, drip from her curves, her body and patter against the floor of the bath. The cold water did nothing to hide her features, hide the gentle and smooth nature of her body. He looked at her, as if her were to count and memorize every freckle, as if he would remember how many breaths she would take. <br><br>He took another step towards the shower, his eyes on the woman before him. His nature reacted without his will, and the scent of roses grew. This time the accompanying scents did not join, just the smell of roses as his hand reached out to move the curtain. The water may have been ice falling from the spout, but it would do nothing to hide the blush that caused his skin to glow, nor stop the feeling growing between his legs. <br><br>He could not take his eyes from the woman in front of her, and in a soft voice.<br><em><br>May I join you?</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 22:56:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She turned to him, a slight frown on her features. "Don't...call me mistress..." She said softly, uncomfortable being called that. She didn't own him. And then she saw the look in his eyes, how he had revived from his half-wilted state. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. The roses ad returned, and she gulped. "Promise me that you won't touch me in any way but platonic, and you can come in." She replied, voice pitched lower than usual. She would pass out again if they started, and one cold bath was enough for the year. <br><br>She turned her back to him, and hurriedly began to shampoo her hair trying to keep herself busy and him out of her line of sight. She couldn't control herself around him, obviously, and she did not want to push her luck any further. She was already in awe when she looked at him, and her hormones obviously approved of him. Too much. He was an Adonis, he was a god, and he was going to be the death of her. Memories of his voice wracked her, and she was suddenly glad for the frigid shower. It stifled any possible arousal, and anything it did not it washed away immediately.<br><br>The suds sluiced down her back as she tipped her head into the stream of water, and she whisked the soap away, before reaching for her conditioner.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 23:15:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>It is a reaction to a command Tegan, keep in mind you summoned me, I am bound to you, and this time in very strange ways. I will do my best not to call you mistress, but be careful how you phrase things for both our sakes.</em><br><br>He said the words in a very careful manner, keeping his voice from trying to roll her, trying to arouse her. It took great effort to keep his tone even, platonic as she called it. He sounded formal, a hint of an accent that could not be hidden as he spoke. The voice grew closer as she turned her back to him, joining her in the shower, staying just above the volume of the falling water.<br><br>He watched her, watched the soap build and bubble, the suds fall in the trails of the shower. He swallowed hard and bit deep into his lip, resisting the urge to flare the arousal he felt within himself. No, she has said platonic, without physical desire. That was impossible, he was an Incubus, but this time he would try and not be a demon, or a liar. The water bounced about, landing on him and he sighed in its cool caress, it was rare that he could enjoy the chill effects of water without ice anywhere near him.<br><br>He reached for the conditioner a moment before she did, her hand landing on his arm before he could take the bottle and try to read it.<br><br><em>Let me Tegan, I promise, I will behave.</em><br><br>Still keeping his voice in check he asked her, tempting himself, and possibly her, with a touch without his powers. Just helping her wash her hair, he would not use any gifts, but if he did not touch her in some way, he would touch her in his way. And that could be dangerous.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 08:02:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She pulled her hand back as if burned, and took a deep breath, the fresh water gathering on her lips, before she blew out. She turned, to look into hi face with inquiring eyes, and bit her bottom lip, thinking. He wanted to wash her hair? on her head? With his hands? Right above her neck? This would be a trial. Swallowing for resolve she nodded to him, and turned back around, standing under the cool water. She took a step back to keep her hair out of the water, and the heat radiating from him warned her to go no further.<br><br><em>This is a bad, bad idea...</em> She thought, back tensing in anticipation. She considered making the water colder, but decided against it. She didn't know what would happen to him if he got too cold. She looked down to her belly, and sighed, knowing the state from hers that he would need to wash the residue of their romp off properly. She didn't dare to offer him assistance with that. She would find herself on her knees before him without any prodding if he began to make noise.<br><br>"You should wash your air as well..." She suggested.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 08:28:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He opened the container and poured some of the fluid onto his outstretched hand. He was more than a little curious as to the bottle itself, but that could wait for another time. Mimicking what Tegan had done he coated both his hands before placing them on her scalp. Maybe in another life he was meant to be a hair dresser? His fingers slid through her wet hair and worked the skin beneath, slowly and surely he covered her entire head before he started working away, working her hair together, leaving no strand untouched.<br><br><em>Your hair Tegan, women throughout the ages have tried for this colour and length. I have seen the vanity of people as they strive for locks like this, and they failed in what you do naturally.</em><br><br>His voice did not prod at her like it had, he was controlling it as best he could, but it was right there. If she were to step back he would be right there, waiting. But he did as he promised, working the conditioner through her hair. For a moment he rubbed the back of her neck, seeming to break his promise, but it was only to the hairline, and he stopped. He turned her in the shower so that the water could rinse the suds away, helping expose her hair under spray of the shower head.<br><em><br>Do you want me to wash your back as well?</em><br><br>It was a simple statement, a serious question, his eyes watched her face as he awaited the answer.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 15:46:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan's head fell back as his fingers began to work over her scalp, and she barely bit back a moan. His hands were heaven, and she knew that it was, indeed&nbsp; bad idea to have said yes to him. She stood silently as his voice surrounded her, forcing herself to ignore the sensual tone, how his fingers massaging her scalp brought every hair to attention on her body, how his heat radiated against her back. She turned with his touch, and tipped her head back into the spray, eyes closed. <br><br>It took her a moment to register his next question, and her eyes flew open, in surprise, and she shuddered at the thought. He was so potent, she wasn't sure if she would be able to keep herself in check. But she couldn't for the life of her force herself to say no. Silently she reached for her bath poof, and squeezed some soap onto it. She rubbed the soap into it until it was frothing, before handing it to him, and turning, the blush renewed on her cheeks. <br><br>She braced herself against the cold wall, swallowing nervously. Her back was creamy white, freckles seeming to fall from the abundance on her shoulders, lessening to none as they reached the bottom of her shoulder blades, leaving a cream expanse of flawless skin right down to her toes. Her front was similar, the smattering of freckled fading in numbers to just above her nipples, and peppering the length of her arms. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 17:18:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He took the sudsy poof and looked at it for a moment with a smile, so many new and strange things. He did not even notice her reactions as he started with her shoulders and began to scrub her skin. First the upper back and then down to her lower back, he carefully avoided her neck. Strong capable hands that did as he promised, cleaning her even as he worked over every muscle in her back. The pressure was there, just enough to move the skin, to find the knots, but he did not offer to relieve her stress.<br><br><em>This shower, as you call it, is amazing. That you can control the temperature and draw water without an army of workers to stoke fires and serve you is something I have never seen. There is much, I imagine, I have never seen. Such as those strange containers the soap was in, and this odd sponge type thing.</em><br><br>He playing pattered her back with the poof, as if her where leaving great stipples of paint in her wake. Then she felt him rub the poof over her rear. It was the same stroke as her back, and arms, a "professional" more than a personal movement that did not daly. He knelt down, washing her legs to the ankle, running the full length of the outside if her leg. Without thinking he started to run the inside of her leg. He was then he realized he was eye level with her rear, with her sex, and that he could still smell her. He bit his lip and stood up, keeping his sigh to himself. <br><br><em>There, I hope that feels better, I would offer to do your front as well, but you would think I had other motives. Are you a Taurus?</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 17:33:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Libra, why?" She asked, fighting a groan of disappointment. His hands had felt amazing over her skin as he washed her. There had been sexual tension, there always would be with Rosuriel, but it had also felt good, almost like a proper massage. There were still knots in her back, and she needed to crack her spine, but she felt more relaxed.She reached for the controls and brought the dial back to the middle, for warm water instead of cold. She was out of the woods for now.<br><br>She turned to look up at him, and smiled softly, a blush tingeing her cheeks a light pink. Reaching for the poof, she quickly washed her front, removing the rest of their mutual spend, before rinsing off the poof, and hanging it. "Switch. Your turn." She suggested, reaching for the shampoo. Tegan was playing with fire and she knew it. But like a pyromaniac, she couldn't help it. She wanted to work her hands through his hair, over his muscles. She wanted to relax him, and bathe him. She wanted to do it because he had done it for her. She wanted to because, despite her earlier terror, she was swiftly coming to care something for him. She still didn't know him, and she doubted he ever would fully, he was still going to have to return, but she wanted to give him as much as she could before he went back. Not necessarily her body, but kindness, and possibly friendship.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 17:49:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her clean for a moment, simply seeing her actions as she cleaned. and then he spoke.<br><br><em>That Zodiac has long been associated with people who have more... sensation about their neck and throat. Your neck is very sensitive to touch, I figured I would ask.</em><br><br>When she was done he moved under the spray, and he adjusted it a little cooler for his body before tilting his head backward so that she could reach all of his hair. He seemed to genuinely like the colder water, and his skin had lowered in the temperature from earlier, feeling now as if he only had a high fever instead of the burning that was present before. <br><br><em>Are you doing ok Tegan? I am trying very hard to keep my voice and body under control. I... I do not want you uncomfortable around me. I know you are not a conjurer now. You have not asked me to increase your powers, or deliver you wealth or a lover. This is different, and I am not in my typical role.<br></em><br>His back was made of skin stretched across muscle without a hair. Each movement was displayed as the groups of muscles worked together, as if he were an exemplar in a science lab to show how the body worked beneath the skin. He stood there, facing away from her , glad that she could not see his face, and how much control it was taking him to just standing under her touch, to keep the promise he had made.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 18:08:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's my back, as well." She confessed. It had taken her nearly all of her control not to make a noise as he had worked the soap over her. "I'm... all right." She replied to his query, "I think I can keep my hormones down." She slowly began to work the soap into his hair, starting by massaging it into his roots and scalp, as he had, careful to keep her nails from grazing too much, before slowly working the soap through the length of his hair, her hands lofting and shifting the wet mass as the water rinsed the white, orchid-scented suds down his back. She steadfastly kept her eyes on the back of his head as they flowed over his back, and reached around him to grab the conditioner. <br><br>Her hands followed the same pattern, massaging the cream into his hair and scalp longer than she had the shampoo, before she ran her fingers down, and through his hair, finger-combing it as the water dislodged the conditioner and it flowed down the drain. "Can you pass me the body was and poof?" She asked softly, swallowing thickly. Fair was fair, and she wanted to wash him, but she knew it would be a test for at least her. She'd never been this close to someone so gorgeous. <em>There must be sculptures inspired by you...</em> She thought to herself, eyes following the contours of his back, though she stopped herself just above his posterior.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 18:29:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He did as he was requested, passing back both the soap and the poof. He turned away and placed his hands on the shower wall, taking a half step forward and dipping his head under the water. He closed his eyes, focusing and trying to concentrate, to keep his body and voice under control as she she was about to touch him.<br><em><br>I will be gone by daybreak, most of the incantations have built in time limit. For some reason people believe we can only be summoned at night. More mysterious and evil this way I imagine.</em><br><br>His voice neutral as could be danced out from under the water. Half hidden in the veil of sound he confirmed that he was temporary, that she had succeeded in calling him, and that he was on borrowed time. In his mind he tried to make sense of his own actions. he could have pleasured her until the sun had risen, taken her and given new meaning to her release, quite possibly killing her in the process, but he had stopped. And even now he didn't know why. <br><br>He stood under the water and let it cool his skin, it helped, more than he would have ever realized. The past need for rainstorms and rivers seemed so far away. He awaited her touch, unconsciously flexing in preparation, knowing that he may be undone, but he would at least try.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 18:40:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed at his confirmation, as she massaged the poof into a mass of suds. She started on his shoulders, using strong, long strokes to slowly wash his back, gulping as she gripped the poof, reaching over his shoulders, around his ribs as she slowly stroked the soap over his body, hesitating once she reached his posterior. Half bending, she continued down, her mind focused on baseball as she worked the sponge over his firm buttocks, jaw clenched as she continued down. She knelt behind him, washing his legs, down to the ankles, before once again standing, finished. <br><br>She stepped back, and admired the rivulets of water sliding down his back, before looking to the wall. <em>He's going. Don't get attached.</em> She reminded herself firmly, biting her tongue to remind herself. She offered him the poof to wash his front, and wrung out her hair. She needed to get out. She escaped the cubicle, onto the bath mat, and took one of the two hanging towels, and scrubbed herself dry angrily. Wrapping herself in the towel, she hesitated, before stepping out of the bathroom and towards her bedroom.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 19:05:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He remained in the shower for a few minutes more, first cleaning himself, it may have been for the better that she had left, when he turned he was still partially aroused due to her touch.He then played with the temperature of the water with complete fascination for a few moments, it just couldn't be helped before he shut the shower off in the reverse motion she has started it with. He stepped out of the shower, the water evaporated from his skin before he could even reach a towel. He shrugged and walked after Tegan.<br><br><em>You knew that about the spell, didn't you? That we are typically summoned for one night, and one night only. It ...one of the rules of being an Incubus, we are here to fulfill pleasure and then we must leave. It is like an addiction, so that you call for us more and more.</em><br><br>Why was he telling her this? His mind did not seem to be working right, he was talking to her ... honestly. When he mentioned Incubus and pleasure the qualities of his voice came back for just a moment, a subtle push that reached out to her, to touch her now familiar body. It was subtle, not intentional, but the caress was there waiting for her with the words. He walked to the bedroom, sensing where she was without knowing how. He walked to the doorway, leaning against it without any reservations that he was completely naked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 19:19:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was rummaging around in her drawers for something to wear to bed. She nodded back to him without looking, and grit her teeth. Standing, as she ground a pair of bottoms and a somewhat matching tank top, she turned to him, warring against her body. "I knew, sort of. I knew you would go, but I didn't know what you would be, didn't know <em>how</em> you would be." She shrugged and pulled the tight-fitting shirt over her shoulders, and stepped into the silk pyjama bottoms. There was no helping how whenever he spoke she grew warm, how she wanted so badly to go and wrap her arms around him, to remove every thread h'd put on and lay herself out for him, begging.<br><br><em>I didn't know you'd be so nice.</em> She turned back away, and contemplated her bed. Perhaps climbing in was not the best idea. Retrieving her only pair of boxers, she held the yellow silk out to him. He was far too dangerous nude. Heaving a sigh, she sat on the edge of the bed, her laptop screen glowing over her profile from her desk beside her bed. She hadn't bothered with lights. She knew what she had been looking for. The light from the bathroom filtered in through the door, and she admired the play of light over his muscles, powerless to top her hungry gaze.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 19:36:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Tegan... are you done with me, do you wish to rest?</em><br><br>He took the offered clothes and set then aside, not dressing but moving over to her still naked. The light caught his skin, highlighting different muscles, different movements. He was drawn to her, the glow she had about her in the light of the laptop screen.<br><br><em>We...I can ease you to sleep, it is within my abilities to do that. You do not have to take me again, nor I you. I can whisper sleep to you and you should follow the words to Morpheus. But it is better if you lay down to do that, I don't want you to fall over. And...</em><br><br>He stopped, standing near her and breaking the spell of his voice. He was within arms reach, looking down at the young woman before him. he reached out a hand, moving a strand of still damp hair from her face.<br><br><em>And I will not do anything while you sleep. I .. I want to be beside you before I leave. I...</em><br><br>He swallowed and looked at her in the soft light.<br><br><em>I want much more than that, and want is an odd feeling.. alien feeling... for me. But I want to lay with you most of all. If you wish sleep, I will help you.</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 19:51:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan bit back a laugh at his questions. Was she done with him? How could she be? Did she want to sleep? God, yes. She was tired, both from their lovemaking and summoning him. It had taken a lot of energy, surprisingly. And it had caught up with her. Swallowing, she snook her head. She knew what would happen if he whispered into her ear, and that would end with another old shower, which was not her favourite thing. "I think I can manage to sleep by myself..." She replied, "and if you want to sleep with me, it's fine" <em>Fire, fire what a wonderful little plaything. Once burned, not smart enough to be even some shy.</em><br><br>She ducked out to turn off the lights, and make sure her doors were locked, needing to get away from his glorious nudity. Her feet dragged across her cracked floors, and she groaned. How much would it cost to fix those? She turned back to her room, and took a deep breath. It was just sleep. He had promised not to touch her inappropriately. Rolling her shoulders back, she took the opportunity to crack her back, the breast-thrusting motion better done alone.<br><br>She trudged back upstairs, her foot catching the last one, and stumbled a step, before she walked straight into her room, kicking her door shut, and crawled into bed on the left side, trying to ignore him, and flopped face first into the pillows, facing the wall. Her mind rushed, his scent filled her, his heat and presence not helping at all to cool her. She sighed to herself, trying to take her mind off things. <em>She'd forgotten to braid her hair.</em>It was easier to curl her hair herself into manageable waves by braiding it wet than try to drag a brush through it and curl it with a scalding iron every day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 20:08:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He stood waiting for her return, unmoving as he looked about her room. The darkness meant nothing to him, his eyes easily picked out details that would have only been seen in full daylight. He inhaled, taking in the scent of her room when it was normal, simple, not the wanton smell of bodies that he tended to create. He waited for Tegan to return, wondering if he would be able to up hold his promise.<br><br><em>I hope you will be able to sleep well.</em><br><br>He put a little effort behind the word sleep, a warmth and comforting feeling of a blanket to wrap her in. He waited for her to adjust herself upon her mattress before he joined her, crawling lay beside her. He made no attempt to cover himself, stretched and relaxed, he took up his side of the bed.<br><em><br>I imagine that you will be able to sleep very soon, even if I am a temptation. If you want more comfort, I will hold you, but I am sure you will find it easy to sleep.</em><br><br>Again he sent out the subtle commands, sending pillows instead of spikes of pleasure. Silence instead of cried of release. He just needed her to listen, to want to rest, to want to roll into his arms. it was temptation to both of them, he was infernal, he understood that, understood temptation. But something was causing him to resist it, and he would keep his word as long as she required him to.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 20:18:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes grew heavy with his words, and she sighed, rolling to the side, back to him. She was warm enough with his radiating heat at her back. Half curling up, arms folded in front of her, her eyes slid shut. She was out quickly, hair splayed out around her head in a gold and auburn halo, her top already hiking up near her midriff, leaving her lower belly bare. In her sleep, she snuggled back towards him, unconsciously seeking his heat.<br><br>She began to dream eventually, of castles, and dresses, hidden books and even more hidden rituals. Of pleasure and terror, of life slipping, and claws raking. She whimpered softly in her sleep, curling tighter in a ball. She had this dream often, though she never remembered. <em>Screams, dying calls, rushing men, and hastily sewn skin. Trials, fire, gasp for air.</em> "No..." Despite the fire in her dream, she pressed further towards his comforting warm. <em>"Please! Do not do this! Do not forsake me! Have I not healed your children, wives?" Useless screams tore from her throat, weakening as she felt her senses begin to fade. "Help me, please..."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 20:35:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her as she fell asleep, watching her as she curled against him. A look in his eyes that, had he saw it in the mirror, he would not recognize his own face. The hair before him beckoned, and he did indulge a moment to breath deep, smelling her as well as the hint of flowers from the shampoo and soap. Her clothes rode up, and he resisted the urge to move them farther, to cup the supple skin beneath and wake her with the embrace of a lover.<br><br>When her dreams began he worried for a moment, did he cause that? The feeling was of fear, of loss. That was not of his doing. He carefully wrapped his arm around her mid-rift, holding her tightly, protectively as he let some of his ability out encase her in a mental shield against outside influences. He would not let someone else harm this woman.<br><br><em>Tegan, I am here, you are safe</em><br><br>The irony of a demon keeping her safe was not lost to him, but it was true. He whispered to her, not waking her but promising her his protection, tonight she would get sleep no matter what. He damned his nature, wondering if it was he who caused her the dreams. Instead of flooding her with visions of the two of them embraced he tried to send a calming thought... the first coming to mind was the peace and sanctity of her room. He held onto that, sending it to her as best he could.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 07:34:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>The scene before her faded, the orange flames, charcoal smoke, the jeering - all fading as her body finally relaxed. Sighing, she lay where she had fallen, before opening her eyes once again, and finding herself in her room with Rosuriel. She was safe at home, at peace. She looked up to him, and grinned at the smile on his face, feeling giddy like a twelve year old with a crush. His head swooped down, and his mouth caught hers in a kiss. A soft groan escaped her, as she kissed him back, hard, tired of refusing him. He rolled over her, and leaned his head down, kissing her neck, teasing her nude body. She whimpered out, clinging to him, rolling her hips against him.</em><br><br>"Please...." Tegan murmured the plea in her sleep, turning in his arms to face him, her shirt pulling tight across her breasts, the edge of a nipple peeking out. She pressed close to the furnace bedside her, and her muscles half-mimicked the movements of her dream. "..want you..." She murmured, her cheeks staining in her sleep, her centre once again becoming warm and alive. "Roe...."<br><br><em>He was playing hard-to-get, shaking his head, only teasing her, working her to fever pitch, laughing as she pleaded, begged, and reached for him.</em><br><br>She growled in frustration, desire whipping a storm within her, frustration drawing her eyebrows together.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 08:12:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He listened with both his ears and his mind, one mundane and the other arcane. He saw her, felt her turn into his embrace, roll into his bare chest and his arm instinctively moved around her. He watched her, hoping that he could divert the dream into something more calming. He continue to focus, trying to keep the distraction of her body from his mind. But her actions, her noises from her sleep, already he could feel the arousal start to build, and he had nothing between them with which to hide it.<br><br><em>No Tegan... just sleep, sleep is fine.</em><br><br>He watched her, and then changed his position, holding her close, trying to trap her body to his. He had not started to heat up up, and he focused on that, keeping his skin as cool as possible, maybe she could shake the dream, but he had promised. He hated it, he did want her, her clothes would be as rags under his hands had he not promised. But he had, what was he thinking?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 14:40:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan growled in frustration, grabbing for him in the dream. Her hand clutched at his shoulder, and her eyes opened. She blinked a few times, staring into his chest. <em>It was a dream...</em> She inhaled, her lower body tense. It had been ages since she had a sex dream.&nbsp; Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she slowly looked up to his face. He would be gone in a few hours. <em>He'll be gone forever in just a few hours, and you're just going to sleep?</em> Her eyebrows twitched toward each other, and she bit her bottom lip. <br><br>"Roe?" She asked softly, swallowing nervously. "Will you...." She trailed off, shame stopping her from asking him fully. What was it supposed to be called? She didn't love him, he surely didn't love her, so it wasn't love making. He didn't seem to like it being called fucking, considering their first... meeting. Having sex with was too juvenile, copulating was too sterile. Words failed her, and she instead looked up into his eyes, her own shining with desire. "Just once more... Before you go."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 15:23:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desire was painted on his face with a brush using the broadest strokes. His hand came up, brushing her hair away so that he could see her better in the light. Her eyes caught his and threatened never to let go and he swallowed, trying not to lose himself in her gaze. His body moved to hers subconsciously, her desire causing reaction simply by wishing, desiring his touch, his embrace.<br><br><em>Tegan I want you.</em><br><br>Such simple words, crawling from his mouth and to her, over her. He did not break the look, he did not move except to speak. She had been dreaming, her state caused by being so close to him. It was wrong to have thought he could control that, and in the back of his mind he wondered we he had even tried? What had possessed him to lay so close that she could feed off of his mind and thoughts? He grew more taut, trapped between their bodies, his arousal had started to grow, if would be only moments before his skin began to release the scent and they could be lost.<br><br><em>Let me make it a dream for you, I promise you will not forget. You...you summoned me, let me show you as you sleep.</em><br><br>With the word sleep he sent the impulse to rest again. Not as powerful as last time, she would have the ability to speak, to say no, should she want. But the other words, they held promise of a dream she would not forget. A safer way to sate her desire, to feel him, his powers, as they pushed to please her. Even as he hinted to falling back across the bed he sent her a vision of her dream self with his hands running up her sides, his mouth moving to kiss the skin above her bellybutton.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 15:43:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan gasped at the images that flooded her mind, eyes growing heavy as soon as he murmured the word 'sleep'. But she shook her head. "No," she refused, hand curling around his shoulder. "I don't want a dream, Rosuriel. I don't want something artificial. I want this, real. I want it for you as well as me." She tore her eyes from his, hoping to stop the flow of what he could promise her, the way she was suddenly tired. She didn't want his tricks, she didn't want to be put to sleep. She wanted to please him, and for him to please her.<br><br>She leaned up, and pressed a kiss to his jawline, keeping her eyes from his. Brushing he lips up to his ear, her teeth caught his lobe for a moment, before she whispered directly into his ear, voice soft and raspy. "I want you inside of me, Rosuriel, I want you to take me, and I want you to tell me what you want. I want to do this for you. I want you to be in charge. I'm yours for tonight. Take what you want..." She pulled back, eyes chancing his once more, her cheeks and ears still red. A tiny hint of uncertainly was present in the tilt of her head, her teeth catching her lower lip, as most women would have after offering a man whatever he wanted with her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 16:01:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a wash of heat that sprung from his body, bathing the bed, the room room in a warmth that had been missing. Roses and the hint of sex, the pheromones that he had been concentrating to subdue, flooded from his skin. The bite along his ear, the kisses along his jawline, he had promised, and she had changed her mind. His hand came up, cupping her through her clothes, forcing her legs apart. He leaned into her, pushing so that she had to fall to her back, his chest atop hers.<br><em><br>Tegan, I will exhaust you and leave you so no other man will ever satisfy you if I do as I wish. </em><br><br>His free hand came up, curling around her head, pinning her hair the blankets beneath. His fingers drifted along the side of her neck, tips touching skin with a gentle care as he watched her. He was aroused and against her, his length along her thigh, trapped between her body and his own leg. His other hand began to close and then open, adding pressure, taking it away. He knew how her body felt beneath the clothes, knew which parts would still ache for his attention.<br><br><em>Do you want to be taken? Do you want me to make love to you,... or fuck you?</em><br><br>Again the words had weight. He sent forth visions of them in an embrace, swirling around her bed. Lips meeting, bodies touching and their eventual release in a display of sensuality. He also sent the vision of them crying out, wanton and physical, scratches,bites and the feeling of brazen sexuality. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 16:12:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped as he cupped her, rolling under him obediently, her eyes dark and glazed already from the straight shot of pheromones. She stared into hie eyes, challenging him wordlessly. She wanted to do what he wanted from her. Her head tipped back as he forced her bead into the pillow, eyes locked with his. As soon as he moved for her, she won over self-conciousness, over uncertainty. Actions speak louder than words, and his had reassured her. She arched her back at his light touch down her neck, eyelids slipping to half mast against her will. <br><br>She moaned as once again her mind flooded with visions, slow, sensual strokes, hard, rough stroked, scratches, bites, a frenzy of passion. "You!" She yelped, arching up to press herself along his length. "I want you, I don't care how, I don't care what you tell me to do just do it!" She nearly screamed, already aroused past shame, past modesty. She didn't care if he ruined every other man for her, she would summon him again, and damn her soul so long as he would take her. So long as she could still feel drunk on his presence, so long as she could have him for a little while whenever she really needed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 16:32:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon inside was pleased. It had been summoned, and for some reason it had been restrained. It had tasted lust, it always had to taste lust, but now, now it was tasting submission, and that was far sweeter. The demon grinned, and he faced showed it.<br><em><br>Of course.</em><br><br>The hand that was at her throat moved, taking her by the nape of the neck, the hair there, and pulling her so that her head was canted back, exposing the full trail of soft flesh. He leaned down, teeth finding the spot between her jaw and neck. He first licked the skin before biting, tasting to see if she had already broken into sweat. His body was moving as he spoke.<br><br><em>Raise your arms, grab the mattress above you, do not let go until I say or I will stop, I will leave, and leave you wanting.</em><br><br>His voice was quiet, right beside her ear as he spoke. He was not lying, he would leave her if she did not obey&nbsp; andthe words tried to steal the feeling of arousal from her as easily as they given them. He moved so she could comply, his hand still held the hair at the base of neck, the other cupped forcefully, pushing a layer of fabric between her lips. He used the texture of the fabric to excite her, every imperfection to draw across her sensitive skin. He moved his hand away, placing it on her right leg he roughly forced it farther apart from her left, and then he returned to cupping her, fingers pushing at her through the thin material of her pajamas.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 16:46:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her head arched back as he tugged, arching her back up, and she inhaled sharply, wincing away in anticipation from his mouth as he bent, her head tilted as far back as she possibly could. Her throat made a soft sound as his tongue dragged across the sensitive skin, her chest feeling as if it would explode, her mons growing more heated beneath is hand as he bit, her mouth opening in a dumb cry. Her skin was salty beneath him, and she shuddered as he spoke directly into her ear, his command having nowhere to go but straight into her, his will holding hers, his voice holding no room for disobedience. She found her hands gripping the mattress before she even thought to move them, and she held tight, swallowing, staring straight ahead to the ceiling. She would not move them. She would not lose this.<br><br>Another soft moan forced its way from her chest as he began to cup harder, fingers dragging the sleek material across her core, pressing it in, the seam driving her mad beneath his fingers. Her legs spread beneath his shove, easy as a well-oiled hinge, and she gasped beneath him again, arching into his touch, her hips grinding down against his hand, her head tipping to the right, offering him the more sensitive side of her neck, her eyes closed to better feel his every small movement, his every breath gusting across her extra-sensitive skin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 17:10:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had wanted his full attention, she had summoned him. He was a demon, and now was the best time to reminder her of this. With a series of thoughts he acted. The room itself began to have a dusty red glow, adding shadow and depth to their bodies. Enough light that her eyes would be able to see, instead of the dark that the room was. He wanted her gaze, wanted her to see, to understand more about him.<br><strong><br>Weights are holding your arms, they are hard to move, something has you hair caught, has trapped your head. Open your eyes to find&nbsp; out what, The weights will let you squirm, but you cannot get free.</strong><br><br>He sent the mental images to Tegan's mind, subtle commands to see if she would respond. Even as he sent the images his right hand came up. holding her at the connection of her neck and jaw, thumb on one side, fingers on the other. He let the weight of his hand rest there before her brought it down her throat. He continued until his hand rested on her chest, right above the top of her halter. He left his hand&nbsp; there as he moved to his knees beside her, looking down at her contorted form. He did nothing to hide his body, his arousal, and for the first time she could see his full length,resting there at eye level and just out of reach.<br><br>He let the nails on his fingers grow slightly, the edges growing sharper. He tapped them across her skin with the dance of little pinpricks. No blood was drawn and he looked to her and smiled, a simple gesture that was accompanied by the sound of the front of her halter being torn away with a casual strength he had not displayed earlier. The calm in his look, in his eyes, never left as the garment was destroyed and her skin made bare.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 12:25:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan breathed caught as she felt the faint suggestions settle across her hair and wrists. Her eyes flew open to the red light, and she arched trying to shift her wrists to the side, away from her head. Her chest rose as his hand settled across her throat, and fell as it slid down to her chest. She was trapped, and it was a heady, but unnerving experience. Her eyes strained to the side as she felt the bed shift, and a gasp burs from her as she stared at him in all of his glory.<br><br>She almost didn't understand the slow dance of sharpness across her chest, and shuddered at the sensation, and her eyes slid up to his face, just as he shredded her shirt. A whimper and she arched up against his hand, though she delayed enough so not to be cut. Her mind swamped with desire, not registering how her shirt was now destroyed. She only registered that he had bared her to his gaze, his touch.<br><br>She writhed beneath his stare, half trying to avoid it, half trying to&nbsp; force ehr hands further apart, though not away from the edge of the mattress. She believed every word of his threat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 14:34:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her for a moment, idly considering what it truly was he wanted. Something inside of him still called for passion, for a gentleness and a romance. He did not know where this had come from, why it was there, or why he even entertained the continued thoughts. He let the notion stay there for but a moment before dismissing it. She had wanted, it would be best to give her a taste of what want could do.<br><br>He levered himself up, still kneeling, and leaned over her. His hands left her body and moved to her arms,as if checking her bonds, making sure they were intact. This position offered her the closest view of his lower body. His arousal was apparent, and now hanging inches from her head. Of good length and width, a slight curve and generous head, he swung close to her head as his hands checked her arms. She had yet to be this close to him, to have him before her as such, and he was so close. Minutes ago she had coated his body with her own, gripped him, slicked him with her arousal and her orgasm. <br><br>He smiled, Tegan's body had seemed to respond to his suggestion. She might be able to overcome it later, but that was not a great concern. He moved back to kneeling beside her, his fingertips running down the inside of her arms. He looked at her with a slow smile and he leaned over.&nbsp; His left hand moved up and under her neck, fingernails back to normal he began to scratch her neck. Almost as if chasing and itch and nothing harder. He alternated that with running his fingertips along her skin. His right hand took her right breast in a rough grasp. He moved her, as if judging the weight, how far the skin would stretch, how much he could squeeze the flesh in his palm. As he did this his fingers again found her exposed nipple. There was little in the way of gentleness as he pinched, twisted, and pulled at the aroused flesh. He made it dance atop her breast, giving it attention with no respite.<br><br>He leaned farther over and ran his tongue from the hallow of her throat to right beneath her chin. One long motion along her exposed throat. He started to leave little bites on the near side of her neck, moving back down towards her shoulder. As he was this near he let a moan loose, a simple sound that was filled with want. The smell of roses increased, the scents his body released hovered about the bed, ready to be taken in. His skin started to heat again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 02:56:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as he teased her arms and neck, staring at his fullness. Inches away, so close. She strained against her bonds, soft cries escaping with every exhale, and pressed towards it, her tongue flicking against the tip. Then his nails were scratching, and she arched deeply, not even realizing she had been able to hove her head. A moan, punctuated as a yelp as he began to rough handle her breast. That precarious ledge between pain and pleasure, she was so unsteady upon it. Moaning, she writhed, alternately arching and shying away.<br><br>Her neck arched with his tongue, and she whimpered, shuddering under his bits, her own scent adding to that of the room, a moan joining his in the intimate dance across the room, and she stared blindly, every muscle wound tight. She arched, legs pressing further apart, presenting herself, arms sliding wider, and panted, wetting her lips with her tongue, biting them down, loving the sensual feeling. "Roe...." She whimpered, turning her gaze to stare at him hungrily, swallowing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 03:34:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Yes Tegan. I am here. I am yours.</em><br><br>He let the word <strong>yours</strong> pour from his mouth and across her skin as he kissed down her neck and to her upper chest. In his wake a trail of kisses, remained warm and across her body. He moved to the breast that have not been in his grasp. His teeth found the nub of her nipple and they locked around it, this time biting, trying the catch her breath in her throat, trying to steal a cry from her body. He pulled and tugged, tongue lashing against the skin. His right hand left her other breast and moved down her now exposed torso, finding the hem of her pants. He slid his hand under the fabric with a practiced ease.<br><br>He found her under the clothes, cupped her and lifted her even as a finger pushed in with no fanfare. Pushing deep and fast, a rough thrust before withdrawing.&nbsp; He moved his hand turning it, letting the nails grow again. He tore her pajamas open, exposing her to the now heated air of the room. His nails returned to normal and he cupped her again, pushing her pelvis to the bed and holding her there.<br><br><em>I will taste you</em><br><br>It was a statement, an intention of his act, as his mouth left her breast and kissed down her torso. He moved his body, so that he was prone beside her, just out of her reach. His erection there, in plain view, laying across his leg and touching the bed. He denied her his flesh, staying out of her reach of her mouth. He kissed her mons, his tongue dragging across the skin, stopping above her hood, not touching her yet. A slow and precise tease, a calculated move designed to encourage a reaction.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 07:41:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She arched beneath him, yelping out as he bit her breast, shying away, moaning as his tongue dragged across the sensitized flesh. A moan, as his finger pushed into her, her feet planting on the bed to press her pelvis into his hand, urging him on, just as he slipped away, teasing her mercilessly. She growled in frustration, glaring at him, even as he shred her best pyjama bottoms, wishing he would choose a place and stay there.<br><br>She collapsed beneath the pressure of his hand. At his words, her eyes grew wide, and she forgot to breathe. Three heartbeats reverberated before she remembered to inhale, and then he was <em>there</em>. He refused her, teasing with is tongue, just keeping out of reach. She wanted him, she wanted to cup him, to stroke his length with slow caresses, she wanted to kiss him, to taste him, to take him into her mouth and pleasure him. But her hands remained clutching to the edge of the mattress, as instructed. <br><br>Every inhale was a gasp, every exhale a moan, desperate for him to move closer, to stop teasing. He was making her crazy and she didn't know how long she could last. "<em>Please</em>" She moaned, staring down to him. This tome she knew exactly what she begged for, and she let the word carry every bit of longing she had to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 07:58:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The word please reverberated inside him, traveling the length of his body to his mind. He twitched, causing his aroused flesh to move before her eyes as he leaned over. A tongue, a piece of flesh, started atop her, pushing down into her, splitting her lips until there was no flesh left to touch. A long a slow push of his body to hers, gathering her and tasting her. She could hear him moan, feel it upon her flesh, right at her core. A second lick, and then a faster stroke, tease her, avoiding her clit, simply teasing her lips.<br><br>Both hands came down and gripped her thighs , pulling her legs apart to expose her even more to his attention. A vulgar sight indeed, legs spread, clothes torn, arms above her as his head stayed between her legs. He stopped in mid taste, pushing, forcing his tongue inside so as to feel her, take all she had to offer. <br><br>Every breath he made rippled along his chest, his body flushed, heating more, the scent of roses growing as he focused his attention on her. From where she rested she could see him, see the first hint of clear arousal forced from the tip of his cock just from tasting her. He moved a little closer, still out of reach, denying her the sensation of his body, of his taste. There, erect and heavy before her.<br><br>He moved one hand to her, placing a thumb along her before pushing in, using it to open her as he forced her to take the intrusion. He moved his mouth to above her clit, resting, waiting. She could feel his breath flow to her skin, his tongue refusing to touch her yet. He was playing, and he was enjoying it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 08:13:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan nearly screamed in frustration, between the soft whimpers. He felt so good, but he was dragging her slowly through the sea of lust, keelhauling her through. He wouldn't touch anything overly sensitive, and she was either going to die or to combust if he didn't break this tension soon. Her legs spread wider, his tongue slid in, teasing her entrance, but not that patch of skin deep within her. That was where she craved him most, that was where she wanted him. She was tired of shallow clitoral orgasms. She craved the deep, body racking orgasm that only came from a man.<br><br>She moaned as his thumb pressed in, bucking against his hand, his breath gusting over her clit. She shuddered beneath him in anticipation, knuckles white, her body straining against is insurmountable strength. She begged without words, moaning piteously for him, grinding down against his hand, back arching in invitation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 08:26:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moved his hand down, taking himself and stroking himself in front of her. Still out of reach, but only by scant moments of space. And then he moved, finally offering on the head to her.He continued to move his hand, a forceful grip that was as much pleasure as pain.<br><br><em>Wet me.</em><br><br>With that command he held himself to her, only the head available to her touch, to her taste. Engorged and full, right to her should she take the opportunity. His head returned to her body, tongue flicking over her clit it rapid strokes with no teeth, no lips to match. His thumb moved and was replaced with a finger, and then two. Again he pushed inside her, started a steady motion. He was loosening her body, the intention clear. He was going to take her, going to force himself upon her, but he would need her ready first.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 08:39:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She leaned forward to him, moaning, hands still on the edge of the mattress. A groan at his command, and her tongue flicked out, tasting the pearl of his arousal, moaning to slide her tongue flatly across every speck of skin she could reach. She swirled her tongue around the head, curling the top beneath the head, teasing the flesh beneath, barely able to reach. Ter tongue traced designs with just the tip, laved over him in long strokes, worshipping him. She adopted the rhythm of his own flicking, groaning against him, her tongue flicking against his very tip with the cadence he set, every brush just as teasing.<br><br>She arched as he pressed a finger in, thrusting, as she clamped down about his fingers, arching her ass down, urging his fingers to that rough patch of skin at her front wall. God how she wanted him, how she wanted it. Every muscle stretched in her, as her hips rolled, urging his fingers, his tongue to press against her, solid, hard, roughly forcing pleasure upon her, making her come, screaming his name, exhausting her. It was all she could feel, the want, the want for more, the want to be his, the want for commands, to be told exactly what to do, exactly how to do it. To please him, to serve him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 09:27:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moaned as he pulled away from her, moving down her body as he crawled on the bed. He took her hips, turning her body in place with a inhuman strength, crossing her arms as she reached to the edge of the bed. His command still in place as he moved her. He raised her body, pushing her head flat to the mattress, her bare breasts hanging below her. He did not let her move to all fours, no, he wanted her rear up, exposed, head and shoulders to the sheet below. He made her back arched and arms outstretched in front of her. <br><br>He moved between her legs, forcing them apart as he settled in behind her. He looked at her, over her, and was pleased. The tattered remains of her clothes hanging from her body were a distraction, he reached down and tore them from her, exposing the pale and freckled skin beneath. He looked upon her back and ran his fingernails down her spine in one long movement. <br><br>Then he moved closer, forcing his hips against her, causing her body to bend, the curve of her spine causing her rear to raise higher. He ran a finger between the cleft of her rear, over the puckered flesh of her ass, and then down between her lips. He cupped her, feeling her heat and her desire, before he leaned over her body. His cock nestled its way between her lips, his shaft opening her and making her rest upon him. Not letting her push him inside.<br><em><br>Close your eyes Tegan, listen to us as I please you. I will please you, I promise, do not use your eyes, just listen. </em><br><br>He whispered into her ear, hand brushing hair away in an almost gentle gesture.<br><br><em>Speak only to tell me more, do not hold back, You cannot offend. Listen to your own voice as it speaks. </em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 16:42:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slid her hands together, only crossing at the wrists as he turned her,&nbsp; and lay, arms outstretched, ass high, back in a deep arch. Her legs splayed outward, once again presenting herself, like a cat. She didn't notice as he shred the remaining tatters of her clothing away, but she did as he slid his fingernails down her spine. She whimpered, deepening her arch, head pressing down into the mattress, and she pushed her hips back, towards his. A shudder as his finger teasingly slid down her ass, her cheeks pulled wide by her position. She moaned as he cupped her again, pressing back, before he once again removed his hand, teasing her.<br><br>Tegan closed her eyes at his command, shuddering deeply as he whispered in her ear, jerking slightly. She fought back a growl at his promise. She didn't nee a promise, she needed him. Inside her. Right then. She groaned, trying to press back against him, slip him in. She leaned back on the tips of her fingers, stretching herself back, her core grasping at him. She rolled her hips, tryig to slide him against her, in her, anythig so long as he didn't tease her any longer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 17:07:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moved away from her head, hand dragging down the exposed flesh of her back. Fingertips pushing and dragging muscle and skin beneath them as he moved to kneeling behind her once more. He looked her over, memorizing how she was waiting. The sight of her ass high and presented, the mouth of her sex, arousal slick and slightly opened, the arch of her back leading to her turned head. The sight of her hair splayed and arms outstretched and gripping at the mattress. He focused on this view, this wonderful and amazing view, feeling his lust build even greater. And then he tried to project the picture, and what he felt, right into her mind. She would see herself wanton and waiting, opened and begging, and she would feel every bit of his arousal.<br><br>At the same time he sent the image one hand took his cock, slick with her spending and he brought the head up, pulling it between her lips as if to tease her again. Only this time he pressed forward, in one swift motion and with no hint he entered and drove her forward. His body produced a smacking sound as he lurched forward. His head spreading and opening her walls, forcing itself deeper than had been before. The glans widening her as the shaft followed, he could feel her gripping him the entire way.<br><br>He did not wait, did not tease, he began an immediate motion to drive her senseless if it were possible. Full strokes, his length entering and pulling away. He finally did not hold himself back from her, she could feel his weight being used as each stroke pushed her entire body forward and his hands, on her hips for now, guided her in a rocking motion. As he began he moaned out her name.<br><br><em>Tegan...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 17:54:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned as she suddenly saw herself in her mind's eye, saw how she was positioned, offering herself like so many animals to him, somehow feeling a renewed wave of arousal as opposed to the shame she would expect. Then he was there, sliding, teasing, shoving her up the slope to fever pitch, slamming in. She screamed, back arching to nearly painful as he forced his way in with no warning, taking her, filling her and completing her. Then he slid out, and she gripped him, in and she moaned, eyes shut tight, palms flat on the mattress, fingers spread, toes curled.<br><br>She listened to her voice, the wanton cries of passion, and she was powerless to stop them, even if he hadn't told her not to hold back. She couldn't think words, couldn't say them, just primal moans, whines, panting, her voice singing harmony to his melody as her hips rolled with him, pushing herself back as he pressed in, rolling forward, and back as he drew out, forcing him against her walls, forcing a moan from deep inside. Her skin shone with perspiration, her mouth open, eyes closed tight, she made quite the picture of lust, ass up, spread before him for his pleasure. This was paradise.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 18:14:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands left her hips, their bodies moving in a steady tempo. This was not a race, this was not him slamming her to hurt her or find his own joy and then leave. There was a consistent driving of his body into hers, feeding her desire by opening her body to his. He moaned, letting his breathing grow heavy so that she could hear him over the sounds of their meeting, their mating. The room, soft red still, display them in hued shadows. His sweat fell from his brow and chest to land upon her back.<br><br>He leaned over, altering his stroke so that every thrust entering would run the head of his cock against the textured patch of skin on her outer wall. His flesh would push hard against her, engorged and smooth, slick with her body, he would drive and rub against her with each entry. He put his hand down right beside her mouth, a strong and intentional gesture. She had not been able to see it coming if she had closed her eyes as he had asked. The impact depressed the mattress even as he drove himself again and again into her body. She had wanted him, and he had wanted to give himself.<br><br>His other hand ran over her back, rubbing her sweat from her skin. He brought his hand to his mouth, licking the taste of her body from his fingers before returning to her back. His nails were normal again, simple and human once more. He began deliberate pulls down her back, never breaking skin, but leaving trails . He worked from her spine out, each side of her back getting attention. She could feel him stretch inside her, seem to grow a little larger as any remaining skin was now flush and erect. There was no room left to go as he drove himself closer to release.<br><br><em>Yesss....Tegan .</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 18:28:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her moans intensified as he changed his angle, her voice clinging to every breath, and she moved with him, her body overriding mind, mind quite content to sit back. She could feel the tingling pressure radiate across her lower body, back muscles tense. She would not be able to hold on much longer without shattering. She yelped in half-realized surprise as a weight hit the mattress, rocking her body with every thrust. Her head nuzzled forward towards the weight, running her nose and lips over it, identifying. Hand.<br><br>Her tongue sneaked out to tease his thumb, and she kissed it breathlessly, teeth grazing across the length. Her back arched into his hand as his nails began to scratch down her skin, and her moans increased yet again, panting, back arched down into a near-impossible curve, and yet still she rolled her hips, pulling him in, sliding him out, driving her further, further towards the precipice of insane pleasure. <br><br>She managed to choke out a word, mind so far away, as she gripped him harder, inner muscles working to milk his pleasure out, to drive him as high as she could before she shattered. "<em>Close</em>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 18:58:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Close...</strong><br><br>The word echoed in his head and drew a moan that was close to a break. The feeling of her body, her attention,gripping and milking him, taking him into her was intense, addictive. He did not want to stop, even if he came he was not sure if his body would be able to rest. The sound of their contact, the slap of flesh that echoed in the room was broken with both their cries. He&nbsp; felt her tongue touch his hand, lick at him in some erotic supplication. He cried out and leaned over her body.<br><br>He moved to lay atop her, chest curling over the roundness of her ass, He could not match the bend of her spine and he did not try. This position changed his stroke again, forcing her lips apart as he slid fully from her before re-entering.<br><br><em>So close.... But...Go first or I will not go at all. I want... Tegan, Now, right Now.</em><br><br>His voice, broken but strong, a command, a threat. He wanted her right then and there, spasming and contorting on his cock. Wanted to feel her try and break him, take him, milk every ounce of strength and cum from his body in a display of lust. And he wanted to give her everything she desired. He released the control on her hands, freeing her arms, his body did not carry the normal rhythm he had set. He was as close as he had said he was. His left hand joined his right, pillars on either side of her head as he started slower, deeper thrusts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 19:08:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She forgot to breathe at his command, a heartbeat as his other hand pressed down on the bed beside her, his chest pressed against her back, and she shattered, her moan filling the room as she bucked, every nerve firing, clamping down, flooding. Her shoulders pulled back, back stretching, fingers and toes spread wide, though she did not move her hands, his command from earlier, his threat still driving her to hold position. Her mind floated, body suspended in time, the world disappearing as she was crashed, over and over with too much sensation to describe, feeling her body radiated with energy, light.<br><br>His strong, consistent strokes guided her, and she whimpered, floating, fading,&nbsp; and she near collapsed, relaxing, legs slumping, having no more strength to hold herself. She panted, arms limp on the bed. Slowly she unclenched her jaw, unclenched herself from around him, moaning at his thrusts, exhausted, feeling almost too much from him. "Roe..." The word was nearly a sob and she lay, waiting for him, hating her weakness, wanting to give him more, to keep up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 19:19:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she fell to the bed so did he, landing atop her, laying his body full length along hers. Without withdrawing he turned her to her side, making it so that she was no longer trapped. One hand moved to her legs, taking one and lifting it slightly so that he could continue to move without restriction. His pace slowed, matching her exhaustion with longer pushes inside her. A final change, she could feel him pulse, his body ready, soaked by hers.<br><br><em>Yes Tegan?</em><br><br>He whispered to her, right beside her ear as he kissed along her neck. His other hand moved under her, taking her head and tilting it so that he could kiss her. He moved, a whimper came from his mouth, as she gripped at him. His lips found hers and he kissed her, tongue pushing to her mouth even as he pushed into her body.<br><br><em>So close...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 19:28:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moved with him, fluid, and pliant. She floated, still on the cushion of post-orgasm fuzziness, and she whimpered as his voice teased over her ear and neck, shoulder blades pulling back against him. Her head tipped to the side as he kissed her neck, and goosebumps sprang over her heated skin at the sensual tease. Her lips were soft beneath his, mouth opening for him, accepting him and she sighed softly into the kiss, eyes still closed, hips tilting back for him as she kissed him back.<br><br><em>Then come,</em> She thought in response to him, <em>come inside of me, Rosuriel</em>. She gripped him, weakened but still trying, rolling her hips back over his length as he slid into her, encouraging him with her body, unable to say the words in her mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 19:42:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt her thoughts, her will pushing into his mind broke his resolve. And like the body he had, he was human for a moment. His lips left hers, and he tucked his head into the nape of her neck. She heard him, felt him cry out softly against her skin. Words intermixed with kisses along her neck.<br><br><em>Tegan...</em><br><br>Inside her he stretched,a pulse, engorged as if her would rupture his own flesh. It physically was not much, but she could feel every change. And then, running along the base of cock was a tremor, the first release of his orgasm happened even as he was withdrawing. He did not stop, he continued a slow rocking to meet her hips. He came, releasing as he pushed deep and as he withdrew. His own cum mixing with hers, adding more heat and liquid to her body, coating his and her skin as he shook behind her. She could hear her name, whispered over and over again, dancing on her flesh. He shivered behind her as her body brought him, and made him empty himself at her demand.<br><br><em>I'm cumming Tegan.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 19:49:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped as he shuddered behind her, within her, moaning as he continued to stroke, shuddering, kissing. She arched away from him, her hips pressing back against his, taking him fully into herself as he came, body moving on it's own accord. She shivered with his every breath, her spine crawling beneath his touch, and she whimpered, wanting to turn, to hold him. She pressed her back against him, as he drew out, her back arching out as he pressed in, and her hand reached back, blindly searching for his, clutching at him, his every moan, whisper, breath her reward. <br><br>Exhaustion battled desire in her, and she turned her head, craning it to seek him, wanting to be close, wanting to hold him, wanting his reassurance against the world that looked too big suddenly, from where she was floating still, in his arms, where she wanted to be, where she could not stay. He had to leave.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 20:10:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulled from her with a cry, feeling her exhaustion entering himself, sharing with her instead of flooding her with his endurance. His mind swam in the sensations, the emotions that were alien to him. Never before had there been a draw or a bond like this. Never before had he been so tightly wound to his summoner. The feeling... yes he was feeling, and it made him dizzy as feelings all to human flooded his mind.<br><br>He fumbled for a moment, trying to turn Tegan over to stay in his arms. He finally sat up, striped off the tatters of Tegan's garments before laying down, wrapping his arms around her, holding her to his chest where she could listen to his heart beat. It was a steady sound under his skin. He didn't say anything at first, just trying to regain his breath. The exhaustion felt... wonderful, meaningful and real. He felt alive, pleased and sated. He reached down to brush Tegan's hair from her eyes, sending another impulse to sleep. His skin was not burning, something he did not even notice, as he sent her the impulse to rest.<br><em><br>Thank You Tegan</em><br><br>With those words he bowed his head and kissed her,a soft, chaste, simple, and pure pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 20:21:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped as he pulled back, and sighed, feeling her self slipping down, and rolled into his arms, cuddling close, her eyes shut, ear pressing to his chest, as she breathed slowly, exhaustion overwhelming her, and yet she didn't want to sleep. Not yet. She lifted her heavy, unfocused eyes to him, and smiled softly, kissing him back, and snuggling closer in response. She dropped off to sleep then, held in his arms, safe, secure. She slept through the rest of the night, deeply, her breath gusting lightly against his chest. She lung to him in her sleep, legs tangled with his, arms pressed against him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 20:50:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He waited, far longer than he should have, far longer than he would have in the past. Holding her close, pretending just for a moment that he could be with someone like this was not something he normally did. The thought of "normal" was not one he entertained, not in the last thousand years. He brushed hair from her face so he could watch her, watch her sleep. A little bit of him hoped she would never summon him again, he did not want to hurt her, the rest of him demanded her to do it as soon as he left.<br><br>Roe eventually made his way from her bed, removing the torn clothing, taking it with him, he would make it and all traces of his time here vanish. He absorbed the scent of their mating from earlier, using the residual lust to power what little infernal magic he needed. He went to the bath, correcting the tiles, looking at the shower with a longing and a sigh... ok... he would miss that as well. And then on to the kitchen.<br><br>He mended the floor with a wave of his hand, evaporated the wax and salt of the circle before looking for other traces of evidence. Seeing none he looked at her clothes. Well... he shrugged and they vanished into a puff of smoke. The sun was not yet up when he saw the book she had used. Curiosity got the better of him and he sat down on at the table, opened the book and began to read. it took him a moment before he grinned... he remembered when this came out. Oh boy did he remember.<br><br>He read for several hours, occasionally stifling a chuckle, not realizing that the sun was up, and he was still there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 21:01:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan woke late the next morning, alone, and sighed. Had it been a dream? She lay in the warmed bed for a while, unwilling to leave just yet. She wanted to remember the dream, live in it just a little longer. Finally, she sighed, and stretched deliciously, and paused. She was sore... <em>everywhere</em>. She blinked with realization and sat up n bed. It hadn't been a dream. She had actually summoned Rosuriel. And now he was gone. <br><br>Stifling the disappointment curdling in her gut, she stood, and shuffled towards the bathroom, nude, and closed the door silently behind herself, looking at the tile disenchantedly. Fixed. She turned on the shower, and washed herself quickly, trying not to think about how she was watching the only evidence she had of his existence. Next she dried herself, and moved downstairs, thinking steadfastly about cereal instead of the loneliness that settled in the middle of her back, radiating into her stomach.<br><br>He was gone. Tears pricked the back of her eyes, and she frowned, swiping at them angrily as she turned the corner to he kitchen, and stopped in her tracks. "R-Roe?" She squeaked, shocked to see him at her table, in all his naked glory. How was he still her, he sun playing over his skin, reading that damned book. He was supposed to be gone! Joy and fear, relief and worry and anger warred within her. What the hell was she supposed to do with a sex demon? When was he going to be gone? Would she go to sleep every night dreading his absence?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 21:16:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Roe...?</strong><br><br>He had been so lost in the book he did not know the sun was up, had not heard Tegan get up and shower. He was there sitting in the chair, bareassed and reading a book that was easily 600 years old. He looked up and smiled at Tegan, hearing her voice, the sound genuinely made him happy.<br><br>Then he realized he was still here.<br><em><br>What the.... I ...</em><br><br>He looked down, body still intact, and still messy from the night before. He looked to the window, saw the sunlight, something he hadn't seen in a very long time. he blinked a few times. Happy to see her, and confused as all, well, hell.<br><br><em>Tegan... what did you do?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 21:48:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I- nothing!" She said, shaking her head. "I dunno, I was sleeping, you said you would be gone..." She stood in the doorway, not sure whether to come closer, confusion warring with worry warring with relief in her eyes. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 21:56:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He saw the look and it bothered him. Something about the worry, and the hurt that seemed to be there. He couldn't place it, but he did not like the look she had. He offered his hand to her, making sure he focused everything he had on keeping his skin normal temperature.<br><br><em>Tegan... I fully expected to be gone. I haven't seen the sun rise in centuries, but that is still second to seeing you right here.</em><br><br>The words were practiced, he could say them with ease, the surprise is that he meant them. It had been a very long time she he walked during the day, but seeing her there, it made him feel... better?<br><br><em>Will you come and show me which incantation you used to summon me from the Grimoire?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 22:10:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hesitated a fraction if a second, before walking into the fixed kitchen, her fingers wrapping around his, and she looked at the book. "Um..." Using her free hand, she flipped to the page. It was easy to find, she'd nearly broken the binding reading over what she could. "That one." She pointed to the title, before looking to him. "You can read this fluently?" She asked, before mentally kicking herself. Of course he could. He was ancient.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 22:31:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe took her hand and kissed the back, a simple and common gesture of reassurance. He didn't have a clue as to what was going on, but he had more time around her, and that was pleasant. There was also more time away from the abyss, the eternal hell of hurry up and wait. he was not a tormentor, not a punisher, but a tempter. He did his work on this plane, something many demons scoffed at. He started to talk as she flipped the pages.<br><br><em>Yes, I can read this, I helped create part of this. See ...</em><br><br>He paused and.. yes... he is actually blushing a little. He looked at her, watching her search the book for her spell.<br><br><em>So Lucifer decided he was going to sneak incantations to Earth in the form of prophetic books and Grimoires. Making it easy for common people to summon Demons. He figured since angel work in really obtuse ways he would be more direct. Well Asmodeus, that is who I work with at times, decided to tweak the book and pull a fast one on Lucifer. </em><br><br>When she got to the page she used he looked away from her and to the book. He started reading as he continued speaking, his hand still holding hers.<br><br><em>So instead of summoning all powerful demons that you can sell your soul to for money, riches, fame, lovers and you get the idea, we turned it into the uhm... Infernal Karma Sutra if you are familiar with...</em><br><br>His voice trailed off as he read the base of the spell.<br><br><em>Oh ...Uh Tegan, where is your chicken or animal you bled?</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 22:42:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Chicken?" She said, frowning. "Where does it say chicken, That's blood..." She said, pointing to a word. "It doesn't say chicken, it just says blood... I cut myself, remember? You healed it." She shook her head in confusion, leaning against him. She stared at the book, squinting, trying to find where it said chicken, unless it was in that paragraph she had glazed over. t had said he would go at dawn. Unless...<br><br>"I was supposed to use a chicken?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 22:52:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand moved from her hand to around her waist, holding her as he moved his finger up to a previous paragraph. He leaned his head into her just a little, searching to see how fast her heart was beating. He remembered the cut on her hand, the taste of her blood and he stifled most of the shudder that went through him.<br><br><em>I am guessing you didn't read this, “Use the blood of a sacrifice, and keep it close at hand. To banish the creature, slit the sacrifice’s throat at dawn in the Sacred Circle, and the blood in the creature’s veins will die with the sacrifice, and it will be banished for whence it came.”&nbsp; Usually you have something small, and preferably edible so as not to waste the meat when done. Though I have see a frog used once, that was unpleasant. </em><br><br>He paused realizing something, the emotions, the feelings, the tie. He moved away from Tegan to see her face. <br><br><em>I ... You... Until you...In the circle, your hand, that was ... Lucifer's beard we are both in trouble.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 23:14:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her pupils dilated as he explained the paragraph she hadn't been able to decipher. Her heart pounded, and she stared at him, a shudder of her own echoing his. "Trouble? Trouble how? Roe, what?" She asked, not understanding why his face was so pinched, why there was so much concern in his eyes. How was he going to go back? He had to, he didn't belong there, but... Part of her, the part under the fear, rejoiced. He didn't have to go back, she could stay with him.<br><br>But... he didn't belong there. He didn't belong on earth. He had to go back. He couldn't be making girls fall to their knees for him all the time. He couldn't be dong that to <em>her</em> all of the time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 23:26:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Tegan... if I am right, I am not going back unless the blood used to bring me here is spilt again, with their throat cut. </em><br><br>He looked up to her and over her, registering that she was naked. He tried to focus on the issue at hand, but it was difficult with her chest at his eye level. He licked his lips without even thinking before shaking his head and trying to clear his mind.<br><br><em>I... no, I think I am here unless there is some way else to go and ...do you want me to go?</em><br><br>There was a hint of worry in his voice, did she want him to stay? How would they function? He did not need to sleep, not yet at least, and his hunger was sated through their touch. But the possibilities of existing in a mortal form did appeal to him, and the abyss was a horrid place to stay in wait. Not as many people dabbled in dark magic, most thinking it myth and fantasy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 23:31:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"What?" She squeaked, springing from him, hand coming up to cover her throat. "My throat has to be slit for you to go back?" She stared at him, wide eyed, and shook her head. "No, no, no, there has to be another way. You can't cut my throat!" She backed away from him, shaking her head. "Not if it means you're gonna cut my throat!" She replied, sidestepping towards the door, misreading him grossly. <br><br>She turned, and sprinted from the room, up the three stairs and into her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind herself and locking it, before beginning to shove the dresser in front of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 23:43:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Tegan ... No...</em><br><br>He watched her leave, this time he didn't chase her, no, that would have been bad. He waited until he heard the door slam and then he got up, walking back to the bedroom they had shared. He needed to calm her down, and he was not good at that. He was still a demon,&nbsp; so he cheated. He formed several visions in his mind and pushed them out, leaving them for her to find. The mental picture of her under him, crying out as he pleasured her, her body wracked in orgasm. The picture of her asleep in his arms, him gently moving her hair from her face, watching her sleep while keeping her close. And a final picture, a vision of him in the shower, water falling from his body, him standing naked, presented to her to watch, to touch, to keep.<br><br><em>Tegan... I... I don't want to go back. I don't want you hurt. We need to talk about this when you are ready. But I will take a shower so I do not smell like sex. I am still covered in you, and as much as I want to keep that, I should clean myself.</em><br><br>That and he wanted in the shower, that was a luxury that he was fascinated with. He moved to the bathroom, making noise so that she could hear what he was doing. There was sincerity in his words, honestly was something new, and it seemed very raw about him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 07:56:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan sat in front of the bureau, breathing heavily, trying to ignore the memories that sprung, visions of his kindness. She fought against her mind's eye, and sighed, standing to dress. She had class in three hours. <em>Class... How the hell would that work?</em> She couldn't leave him alone, and she knew that she had taken his statement the wrong way, overreacted. She owed him an apology for that. Sighing, she pulled on a pair of snug jeans, and a low cut ruby shirt, with a silk-screen of a rose, and rouched sides. She pulled her hair up in a messy bun, and then set to work shoving her bureau once again out of the way.<br><br>She sneaked past the bathroom, and poured herself a bowl of frosted flakes, and milk, before sitting at the table to eat, considering putting coffee on. She sat for a moment in silence, before turning the radio onto the classic rock staton for some company, something she usually did. She hummed softly along with 'Money', as she idly pushed the flakes from one side of the milk sea to the other.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 08:26:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He enjoyed the shower, at first he tried to see how hot the water could go. And standing in the stream if water that would have burned a human red he grinned. Then the other direction, and he turned the shower full blast with all but ice cubes falling from the shower head. He did not dally to long, quickly getting out and looking around the bath. He knew that Tegan had used a towel, but that seemed a waste of time. He closed his eyes and let the water evaporate from his skin, leaving his hair still damp. he walked through the home until he found her. <br><br>He stood in the door way of the kitchen leaning against the frame as he watched her.<br><br><em>So... do you believe me when I say I do not want to do anything with your throat except kiss it, or bite, maybe.... Sorry.. distracted, right. I don't want you hurt. I will not hurt you like that and .... you are dressed again. Why?</em><br><br>He seemed rather shocked, perplexed that she had donned clothes. He looked at her with a quizzical expression, interested in the answer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 08:35:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't look up, cheeks staining red with a blush. "I believe you, yes." She replied. I overreacted. I'm sorry." Standing, she moved to toss the rest of her breakfast and put on the kettle for coffee. She looked over to him at his last question, and raised a eyebrow. "I have to get to school, and I have to figure out what to do with you. I can't leave you here all alone, my water bill's going to be a pain, but you have no clothes, and I have none for you." <br><br>She trailed off, her eyes raking over his form hungrily, before she shook herself. "You can't by any chance become invisible until we can find you some clothes?" His suggestions, mental wanderings, had brought desire to the forefront with her,encouraged her to ignore her class and go back to bed with him, arch her neck and invite him to do whatever he wanted to her throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 17:48:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Why do you want me covered? Do I offend you?</em><br><br>Roe pushed himself off the frame and took a step toward her, looking down his chest and over his body as he walked.&nbsp; He considered his form, she had made part of him by her subconscious, he had been created from her desires. <br><br><em>I do not understand, you helped make me, I am here to please you as best as I ...</em><br><br>His voice trailed off, thinking of what she had said. He neared where she was standing and looked right to her eyes.<br><br><em>You would take me with you?</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 17:57:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, it's not that it's that... Societal demands and stuff. You can't just walk around naked." Her head tipped back to better meet his eyes, and she sighed, shrugging. "Yes, I'm taking you with me to class. I can't leave you here all by yourself, Roe. You'd probably end up blowing he house up, and when I move out I want my security deposit back." She answered, humour creeping into her voice for defence.<br><br>She stepped back from him, and turned towards she fridge. They would need lunch. "Unless you can magic yourself some clothes we may have to put you n my most androgynous clothes and go straight to wal-mart." She muttered to herself, tugging the door open to bend over and look inside for some leftovers. "What do you like to eat?" She asked, "I have some Chinese... meatloaf... lasagne..." She listed, pushing ziploc containers around. She needed to clean out her fridge.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 18:22:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Well, I do like to taste yooouuuuknow, I don't know if I need to eat or not. I don't know if I need to sleep or breathe. Odd that, I had never really had the opportunity in the past to find out.</em><br><br>He actually paused and seemed to think about his situation. He leaned back beside the counter, right beside the fridge that Tegan was now bent into. He took a breath and held it, staring at the floor as he waited. He did sneak a glance, two... ok no more than five, at her as she was bent over and in the fridge. The jeans hugged her form, detailing and showing off part of her body in a way he could appreciate. Clothing had changed in the last several hundred years. He began to get a little light headed, that was a new feeling, as he continued to hold his breath. He wondered if that had anything to do with the lack of oxygen to the brain. As a wave of vertigo hit him he thought of last night, and how a shower would be nice about right now. With a sigh he slid down the cabinets in front of the counter and landed on the floor with a thump. It had been 3 minutes.<br><br><em>Oww..... I need to breathe I think. But I know that now.</em><br><br>He looked at up at Tegan with an almost childlike grin as he absently rubbed his hip. Yes, there was a demon sitting on her floor after almost passing out. He was naked, smiling up at her with the most innocent expression, one with mirth and humor dotting the edges. Roe seemed very happy as he sat there watching her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 18:41:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan looked down at him, eyebrow cocking again. "Did you honestly just do that?" She asked him, shaking her head in disbelief. Rolling her eyes, she selected two containers, and set to assembling snacks for them. "I take it you can't magic clothing?" She asked, trying to distract herself from his nudity, and from how he seemed to be a three-year-old, suddenly. She stretched, and sighed in irritation, rolling her shoulders back. It was going to be a long day.<br><br>She didn't really have any clothes that would fit him, except for the giant track suit she swam in whenever she was sick. And that would just look like hell. <em>We'll have to grab him some stuff at wal-mart, then...</em> Where was she going to get the money to feed and clothe him? Not to mention how she was going to finish her degree, go to work, and everything else with an incubus living in her house, suffocating himself to see if he had to breathe.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 19:38:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Actually I can make clothes, however ...</em><br><br>He stood up, and as he did so there was a push in the room, like a pressure change as a deep crimson and black mist swirled about his lower body.&nbsp; He turned so that Tegan could watch, see as his flesh disappeared under what looked like clothes. When he was done he walk over and took her hand, placing it on his hip. She could feel his skin, and then the clothes, now real, as well. He was dressed in what looked and felt like leather breeches and knee high boots. Just a little on the archaic side.<br><br><em>This is what was the rage of the time and it would seem that time has changed.</em><br><br>He looked her over, admiringly, from top to bottom and front to back. He didn't even try to hide that he was remembering her without the clothes she was wearing. He licked his lips as his eyes passed over her rear. His voice grew quiet for but a moment.<br><em><br>Yes... much has changed, and so much for the better. </em><br><br>He looked up and to her. <br><br><em>I need to see what the acceptable clothing is. Yes I can become invisible, but it would take a lot of energy and we do not have time to restock it I imagine. Or... I can become and object and you can take me with you.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 19:53:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She swallowed, trying to ignore the form-hugging leather that had settled against his hips, and beneath her hand, forcing herself to stay away from him. Forcing her eyes to avoid the heavy growth pressing against his pants. "I... I'll take you to wal-mart later..." She muttered. "I can show you what guys wear." She added, licking her lips nervously, she turned and moved back into her room, bringing up google to look up images of men's fashion.<br><br>The results were somewhat discouraging, and she sank into the seat in front of her desk, glancing back to see if he'd followed her. "What sort of thing would you change into?" She asked, glancing back to him, while she refined the search, looking for casual menswear. Again, the results weren't great and she groaned. Choosing one picture (http://www.tonymcdonnell.ie/images/casuals-left.jpg), she enlarged it, and pointed to the jeans. "These are bluejeans. Most common type of pants these days. His are distressed - they come with holes. It's dumb, but it's the fashion. That." she said, pointing to the shirt, "is a t-shirt. They're comfortable and casual. I'll have to grab you some and some underpants... Also I'll et you a nicer pair of pants and some button up shirts..." She mused, turning her gaze to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 20:06:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At first he watched what she was doing with a curiosity. He had not really paid attention to the little light making device the previous night. But as she typed the screen changed he became rather enthralled. He poked at the screen .. watching it.<br><em><br>You have no magic and yet you have this, the abyss was safer I think. But far less exciting. Tegan. Sit , relax. I am not getting dressed until I find out somethings first. And I have an idea.</em><br><br>He moved behind her, pulling her shoulders back, resting her head on his stomach. He was breathing normal, there was a little extra warmth and always the faintest smell of rose petals. He massaged her shoulders, rubbing her neck and shoulder muscles with simple caresses.<br><br><em>Now... you are going to feel me change....its ok, I am not doing anything... Ok, this will seem very odd. I mean what normal person can. Just try and relax.</em><br><br>He moved each of his hands to her throat, thumbs meeting and pushing against the back of her neck, running up and down together. His middle fingers met on her throat and there was a pulse and pressure change. Roe was gone, and there was a heavy weight on her upper chest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 20:18:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It isn't magic. It's technology. And what sort of things do you need to find out? Clothes are a requirement for being in society." She protested, but sat back, resting her head against his stomach at his gentle urging. "What are you-?" She asked, twisting her head to look up at him. She hated that phrase 'try and relax'. It almost always meant that pain was on the way. Like he was going to plug himself into the back of her head like<em> the Matrix</em>. <br><br>She took a deep breath, doing as he said, as his hands began to massage, and her shoulders dripped, her head lulling forward almost immediately. She was a sucker for back and shoulder rubs. She caught her breath as his hands encircled her throat, and her shoulders tensed under him, before... Nothing. The first thing she noticed was that he was no longer behind her, the next was the necklace that hung heavily just above her cleavage. "Roe?" She asked, picking the beautiful, warm pendant up, admiring the rose. She couldn't believe this, the absurdity was too much. "Did you just turn into a necklace?" She asked, voice pitched an octave higher than usual.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 20:32:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>I could not very well do earrings, and you have such lovely ears, I would have to tear myself in two, and I think that would hurt now.</em><br><br>The rose on the necklace seemed to catch the light as his voice carried to her ears. He purred as he spoke about her ears the necklace seemed to grow a little warmer to her touch before returned to normal.<br><br><em>And how else was I supposed to stay beside, on, you all day. I could have been a shirt, but... well that could end up badly and I would have had to reform and wherever we were... I am getting distracted again. So ... where to first?</em><br><br>He seemed rather proud of himself, content that he would not be a pain or bore and that he would go with her. He waited, as a necklace he had a little more resolve, but he kept finding himself wanting to lick the throat above him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 20:42:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She shuddered as his voice whispered into hear ears, and gripped the necklace tighter, staring, eyes wide. "Uh... class, I suppose." She hesitated with each word, shivers running down her spine from his closeness, where he has, how close. She would be on edge all day. She stood, back stiff, and began to pack up her computer and notebooks, before going downstairs to grab the lunches and toss them in her backpack. Metro-pass, and a sweater, and she was off, locking the door behind herself and beginning the walk to the bus.<br><br>Her back was stock straight, and small tremors sill shot down her spine. "This isn't going to work." She whispered to him, as she reached the shelter. As the bus pulled up, she stepped on, perching on the edge of the plastic seat, and stared straight ahead, hands gripping her knees tightly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 20:50:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Yes it will, the novelty will wear off... think of it this way Tegan. Already I know what a bus is, a metro-pass and how things have changed. I can see and feel this through you, and that was very nice to think of how close I am. Tegan, just go through you day, look around you and think. I will be listening, like you are telling me a story.</em><br><br>His voice was calm, almost clinical, he was trying not to distract her to badly. The necklace cooled just a little, trying to go ease up his contact on her.<br><span class="bbc_u"><br>And when you bring us home, a reward for your hard work.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 21:08:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Novelty isn't the issue, Roe. You're... too close." She whispered, ducking her head, to avoid any odd looks shooting in her directions. She shuddered as he promised reward, and grit her teeth. <br><br>Arriving at school, she rushed off the bus, and took a deep breath, shouldering her backpack, and moving towards the main building. She had a little while before class, but she had agreed to meet Sarah and Darren for coffee a few days ago. She slipped into the coffee shop, and passed a few dollars over the counter. Pouring cream and sugar nto the beverage, her eyes scanned the seats, looking for the pair of them.<br><br>"Tegan! Here!"<br><br>She turned at the voice of her friend, and forced a smile, walking stiffly over. "Hey, how was your hallowe'en?"<br><br>"Lame," Sarah said. "But the club's going to be great Friday, you going?" <br><br>"I dunno, I should probably go through this week's notes." She replied, hedging. A club? Good god, no.<br><br>"Aw, come on, Sarah will be all googly with Ray, and I'll be sitting in the corner." That was Darren. <br><br>"We'll see." She replied, and shrugged, sipping the drink awkwardly. She could still feel his heat around her, and that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. If her friends noticed anything, they didn't say anything, as they visited, before she walked to class. She sat in the back, half paying attention to the professor's droning, and tried to concentrate on anything but the incubus hanging around her neck, and the heat between her legs.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 21:30:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>You are right, we are not ready for a club if what you are thinking about is the way it is. I... Will it be odd, that as an Incubus who subsists on lust and desire, that I do not want other people. I could easily feed off of them, it flows around some people, you can walk by and just sense it. And stop think about the heat in and on your body. you make it damned awkward to concentrate. Anyways, I can feel of lust, your is by far the most intense and powerful that I have ever experienced.&nbsp; Oh what is that...</em><br><br>Roe had never experienced coffee and this new sensation was quite interesting.<br><br><em>That tastes.... interesting, what was I saying? oh right, clubs. I think we should stay away, unless you do not want to walk for a week to ten days. It could be bad and... you know you have really nice skin and I love your freckles. You have a nice body and...</em><br><br>The necklace did warm a bit
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 21:37:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She bit down hard on her bottom lip, and crossed her legs, shifting in her seat and writing down a definition. "Roe, stop, please." She whispered almost inaudibly. His voice, what he said, it was a recipe for disaster. She considered unclasping him, putting in her bag, but knew that she would not. <br><br>The class could not have been done soon enough for her liking. It was her only one of the day, and instead of going to wile away the rest of the day with Sarah and Darren as she usually would, Tegan caught the next bus home, shutting the door behind herself and leaning on it, sighing. "I can't do that again, Roe." She said exhaustedly. "No way, we're getting you clothes tonight, and tomorrow you will behave yourself while we're at school."<br><br>She shuddered under him, rubbing her hand beneath the necklace, trying to soothe the tense awareness from her neck, the heated feeling of him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 00:17:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the door closed Tegan felt the subtle weight of the necklace leave her throat. There was a single blush, a red patch of skin, where the rose had been laying, it was a blush that would not leave for some time. He had listened, appear beside her, this time fully clothed for what it was worth. Sand coloured linen slack with bare feet. A loose cotton button down in a bone white. The colours brought out his tan, his eyes and his hair. He looked ready for the beach of some other country instead of her living room.<br><br><em>These fabrics, so much nicer. They are actually a pleasure to wear. Now I can see why so many people take their time to get dressed up just to be naked later. </em><br><br>He moved to her couch and&nbsp; flopped down. To him it was a flop, but it was as smooth as a ballerina performing a bow. He looked over. At this angle it became apparent. He would have to learn what undergarments were for, there was no need for an imagination to know what he was. The sight, the hidden body outline in fabric was arousing to some, but he did not send the mental image out. If Tegan saw it, it was her own accord.<br><em><br>You do realize, that one, I was not the one who keep getting distracted in class. I never once told you to reach up and run your fingertips along me as your necklace. While I appreciate the attention, I did not cause that or your other thoughts...but I might have enjoyed a few of them. You are creative. And two... I learned more about the sexual practices of this time by just listening. There are several people in that class who really are focused on ... chasing tail... was one of the phrases.</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 01:18:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan sighed, and sunk into a chair across the room from him, and rolled her eyes at his semantics. "I don't care who was not paying attention, Roe, I just can't go to school with you hanging around my ne- What?" She asked, sitting up straight. "What do you mean you 'enjoyed my thoughts'?" She asked, eyebrows drawing together. "Can you read minds, now as well? God dammit, Roe, what else can you do?" She demanded, weariness of the surprises creeping into her voice.<br><br>"You're the sexiest thing I've ever met, you can shape shift, you can fix tiles, you can materialize things out of thin air, I'm pretty sure you used telepathy last night, and now you can read my thoughts?!? Did you ever think that I may want to keep those to myself, Rosuriel? My head is not supposed to be traipsed in on!" She was up and pacing, yelling, ranting, throwing her hands out and to the sides, and stamping into the carpet. <br><br>She was scared, she was tired, and she couldn't take much more of it. "What are you, anyway, Roe? I figure if you exist, then there's a hell, and I'm going to it, so what are you, and what can I expect when I die?" She asked, sinking back down into the chair, and putting a hand over her face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 01:43:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This was the first time he had ever seen a women rant because of him trying to be nice. It was confusing, odd, he should just lie more and keep the peace, however that was not what he felt, that felt wrong.<br><br><em>Read minds... I don't know. Tegan I can get images, and send them as well. It depends on the strength of image, We are...linked so I can feel and see a little more. Right now, I can't see anything, it is a hiss of sound. But when you think, concentrate, and I happen to be part of it, those tend to come in more clear, just images, visions, that's all.</em><br><br>He got up, moved over to Tegan as she paced. He reached for her again, moving his hands to massage her shoulders, to stop her from pacing if she would let him.<br><br><em>What can I do? I don't know everything Tegan. I have been called for one, two nights at a time, but never through a day and a night. much less a second day. I can manipulate light, sound, matter. I can influence emotions and lust. My skin gives off a scent to heighten arousal. I am suppressing my voice and those scents right now to show you I am not cheating. I can turn invisible, and I can change shape. I really like your shower and that interthing you looked pictures up on is confusing. For all I know, I might still be able to manifest my other forms, I do not know.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 02:08:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stopped as he reached for her, and sighed, shoulders dropping and head dipping forward as he began to rub her shoulders. "Other forms?" She asked, voice soft now. She looked back to him, leaning into his hands. "What do you mean 'other forms'?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 02:15:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He rubbed her shoulder carefully with his hands, thumbs pushing to try and ease her tension as his fingers worked along her neck. He was slow in responding, choosing his words carefully.<br><em><br>I am a demon, an Incubus and also a fallen angel. My other forms, angelic in some ways, wings, aura, a sense of awe. Demonic as well. The wings chance, the skin colour changes, horns.. no tail though.</em><br><br>He tried to make the later part into a joke.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 02:20:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed, and smiled wanly, eyes closing at the feel of his hands against her neck and shoulders. She groaned softly as he worked over a knot. "That feels good..." She muttered, content to stand in the middle of the living room with him rubbing her shoulders for the time. She let another sigh escape, before she moved out of his reach, before turning to press against him, wrapping her arms around his waist.<br><br>"I don't understand you, Roe." She said softly. "At first you're this scary as shit demon, and now you're this totally sweet, completely naive guy. What am I gonna do with you? Hell, what are you gonna do with me?" She leaned against him, enjoying his fragrance, his solidity for a moment, until her stomach reminded her that she last ate hours ago. "You hungry?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 02:39:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Do with you? Hunger?</em><br><br>He leaned forward and ran his nose along the side of her neck, inhaling and taking in the scent of her skin. <br><br><em>I could use to feed, if you are up for it, I don't want to wear you out... well... yes, yes I do. I want to have you unable to move below me. But I find myself worried I will hurt you, and that causes a pain inside me I don't understand. I am confused Tegan, I just have centuries of experience to hide it better.</em><br><br>His hands moved from her shoulders to her sides, gripping her and placing his fingers right under her chest. He did not release his sound or scent yet, but his skin did warm behind her. He placed a kiss on the back of her neck. His tongue sneaking out to taste her skin.<br><br><em>What do you hunger for Tegan?</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 02:48:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivered as his nose grazed along her neck, and inhaled deeply. Leaning into him. "I meant food, Roe." She murmured softly, goose bumps spreading across her skin from his warmth. "I haven't eaten in ages. Aren't you hungry? You haven't eaten all day..." She added, trying to concentrate on food, as opposed to the mental image she had of them in the shower together, them in her bed, them anywhere but standing fully clothed in the middle of the living room. He was making her crazy, still, more, and she could barely stand it. He was intoxicating, infuriatingly innocent, and she didn't know how long she could keep away from him. She couldn't just have sex with him all the time. She had a life, an education, she needed to have a career...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 02:56:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Food...no, I do not know if I need to eat or not. Tegan, I am sorry, I didn't mean to get confused, I feed, I feed off of you, your lust. I dine on your desire. Last night filled me more than I can even describe, and what I have used has not drained me enough to cause me to crave. I have a suggestion. I will stay in here, I will read the book you used, see if there is anything I can do to ease your suffering. Go and eat, I will be here, and I will wait for you.</em><br><br>He moved away, releasing her body slowly, his fingers lingering. She could see he desired her, desired her for himself and not for a need to survive. His hands finally left her and he smiled.<br><br><em>Together... we can figure this out together if you are willing. I am, I do not want you to suffer because of me, not like this.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 03:07:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She regretted it the instant his hands left her, but she nodded, moving off. She went to the kitchen and sighed, leaning against the counter a moment before picking up the container of Chinese food and chucking it in the microwave. She muttered softly to herself as she waited for the rice to warm, and paced back and forth, trying to understand the situation, to figure out what she needed to do, how she could keep her life on track with a sex demon around.<br><br><em>This is insane. I'm insane... Have I gone nuts?" She wondered, pausing, and looking to the living room. No, she wasn't crazy, this had to be real, it felt too real. Also she had thought she was crazy. Crazy people never did that. The microwave beeped, and she pulled the ziploc out, opening it and sticking a fork into a chicken ball. "Hey Roe, just checking, You aren't a figment of my insanity, are you?"</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 03:15:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe smiled and went and picked up the book, moving to the living room as promised. He shook his head as he sat down, opening the tome and flipping to a page.<br><br><em>Why is it with the rise of science everyone automatically thinks about their sanity. You have just used an arcane text to summon a demon from the abyss. Crazy, yes. Foolish, more than likely. A question of sanity, no, I am very real. I have a feeling the longer I am around the better you might feel about it. I am not a master of the mind, I cannot keep you thinking of something you do not want.</em><br><br>He relaxed a little, sitting back into the cushions as he read. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 03:19:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed, and walked back into the room, chewing on some rice. "If I was crazy I could go live in a nice home." She replied, perching on the couch. Leaning back against his legs, she sighed, and swallowed. "So what are you looking for?" She asked. Was he looking for a way to un-bind them? A way to send him back? She admired him as she ate, slowly cheing and swallowing the three-day-old food. It was still good, smelled like it should, though fresh Chinese always tasted better than reheated.<br><br>&nbsp;"You sure you don't want to try some?" She asked. "It's pretty good."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 03:51:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her for a moment , regarding her as she ate. Such a simple delight for a mortal, and for a scant second he was jealous. He quickly buried the thought, considering his next reply.<br><em><br>You are afraid of me, you should be. I am a Demon. I cant hurt you even if I don't want to. We were all angels once, very few demons are born, though some are made, no, I don't know how. I ... Tegan you do not know the depths of want and lust that I have, and I fear you would be even more afraid of me if you did. What is worse... I am afraid you might like some of them. Right now, when I am around you, I have to focus and control my instincts, every moment, if not... well... you would forget about eating right now, I assure you.</em><br><br>He thought about her offer for food, that fact that she had brought it up more than once. He looked at her for another moment.<br><br><em>If you would like me to try the food, feel free to bring be a bite. I promise, I will not chew through your cutlery.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 03:58:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Roe... I dunno. I'm scared of you, then I'm completely enamoured, then I'm convinced you wouldn't hurt a fly, and then I'm scared again. I don't know what to think." She said, taking a scoop of the rice and leaning forward, cupping her hand beneath the fork to offer it to him. "And eating's good. Food is good. Good food is better than almost anything." She informed him, blushing softly as she remembered a few times when the food was almost <em>too</em> good.<br><br>"So... do you remember being an angel? What happened?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 04:10:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took the bite carefully, cleaning the utensil of the traces of food before releasing it. He was careful not to make a mess before he started chewing. He would have to agree, food was good, it had been a long time since he had last tasted it, and this... this was something new. he thought for a moment as he experienced the cuisine, chewing and nodding.<br><br><em>So don't think about it. Instinct has not left you completely, you did run last night, it was just the wrong thing to do. As for being an angel, a demon. Tegan, angels were made to serve, we haven't stopped. The rebellion you hear about, that is not quite what happened. But that is for another time.</em><br><br>He looked at her as he spoke, a sneak of a mental nudge pushed out, <strong>another time not now</strong>. He did not know if it would take, if she would follow its simple urging. He made it subtle, almost as if the topic were not important really. He noticed how close she was, how she had made it back to sitting beside him and he watched her. Her throat as she swallowed, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Those simple movements so natural to her were so interesting to watch. he could smell the remains of the product from her shower earlier, the daily sweat built from natural movement. He focused harder ever even as a whiff of pheromones escaped. There was no scent of roses, he was controlling himself the best he could.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 04:17:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She leaned back, and took another bite, looking away with a shrug. "So should I be afraid of you?" She asked. "Should I be running as fast and as far away from you as I can?" She swallowed the rice, and scraped the last of it up, before putting the container on the coffee table, and hugging her knees to her chest, bare toes peeking out from the bottom of her jeans. "Or am I right in thinking that you won't hurt me? I remember what happened last night. You stopped. You stopped, and you fixed it. I don't think some heartless demon would do that. Why not? You were going back anyway, why would it matter to you if I died as well?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 04:27:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>I.</em><br><br><em>I shouldn't care, I am not supposed to care. I am not used to the feeling of caring. Angels care and demons do not.&nbsp; I am used to passion, desire and carnal favors. I am used to serving, commanding, and drawing the last cry of pleasure from a body until they are spent and nothing without me. And... and I cannot think of doing that to you. I think it is because of how you summoned me.</em><br><br>He reached over and to the hand she had cut, looking at the flawless skin, not even a hint of the wound the night before. He looked at her hand, starring at it for a moment.<br><br><em>I think I have morals and I don't know what to do. Should I run screaming from you instead of sit in confusion wondering what I am to do? Should I be afraid of you, that your desire and mine will send me over the edge, and I will want you to understand pleasure in a way you might not understand? I don't think so. We are notoriously curious, Incubi that is. There is another option, let me be what you summoned me to be. You wanted a lover, let me actually be one, or try to be one. </em><br><br>He got very quiet.<br><br><em>And I know you dying would... I don't want you to die.</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 04:51:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She listened, and looked down, nodding. It was how she summoned him. She wasn't special, she was a fuckup. That's why he was so good. She sighed, and looked up to him, perching her chin on her knees and watching him silently. He wanted to be her lover? Why? Because he had her blood in his veins? Because she had summoned him wrong? It dawned on her, then. She wanted a lover, but she wanted someone who loved her for her. Clenching her jaw, she stood, and picked up the dishes. <br><br>"How can I say no to that?" She asked softly. "You're better than anyone or any vibrator I've ever come across, you make me crazy with lust, and no matter how much I want, I can't keep away from you." She continued. "I don't think either of us have a choice as to whether or not we'll be lovers. You're too good." She turned toward the kitchen, "But I think we should still look for a way to break this. It's artificial. It isn't right for either of us. We should keep looking for a way out, and take advantage of it while we have the time." <br><br>She moved back to the kitchen , and turned on the tap, filling the sink to wash her dishes, trying to ignore the curdling hurt in her chest. Why was she doing this? Why did it hurt? Why was she acting like every confusing woman ever?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 05:09:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A knot hit Roe's stomach, at first he thought he was being punished. A swirl of emotions hit his mind and he floundered for a moment. He realized it was Tegan, she was hurting and it was him causing it. He bit his lip and silently moved to the kitchen, he bare feet made no noise as he moved behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, still fighting the desire to flood her with sight and sound that she would have a hard time resisting. He did not cup her, or caress her, but he held her, and held her close.<br><em><br>Tegan, please stop. Listen to me for a moment. I want you to understand how odd this is for me. In the past I have been summoned, like a slave to do the bidding of people with power. I have done things you will not imagine, I have been nothing more than a pet, summoned repeatedly to perform for a master or mistress. Last night you commanded me, and you were horrified by the response. In the past I have done things not out of want, but out of mandate of being what I am.</em><br><br>If she would let him he would turn her around so she could see him, lifting her chin to watch him. There were no extra scents, his skin, warm, felt more normal, his eyes did not pierce hers, but they looked right at her.<br><br><em>My instincts are to flood your senses, to have you quivering and ripe for me, to pluck pleasure from your body. I want you to think only of me and not of your problems or worries. To succumb to what I am and in that, feed me. I am suppressing every desire that is as part of me as breathing is to you. I am doing it by choice because of you, because of what I have seen of you. You had a choice, and still do, and I am making a choice as well. I don't know if it is just the bond, or maybe it is because you are special. But I want to find out. And I cannot do that without you.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 05:19:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She froze, tense as she felt his arms around her, eyes staring down as she scrubbed the already clean container. She listened, though, and turned in his arms, staring up at him silently, blinking, hating that feeling in her nose and eyes that preceded tears. <em>I will not cry.</em> "Do you have a choice?" She asked. "Or do you only think you do?" She looked down and shook her head, heaving a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I'm being stupid and I know it.' She muttered, still not convinced, but knowing that she would succumb to him sooner rather than later, whether he was trying or not.<br><br>She was already falling down that particular rabbit hole. "I want you." She replied simply, "I'm going to want you as long as your here, and I'm not going to torture myself or you by refusing." She had to deal with it on her own. She had to sit her emotions down and remind them that while Roe was the best she would ever have, she could not keep him, and that he would leave, and once he left he would never think of her again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 05:39:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>I would hurt us more if you wanted me and I was not here. I do remember things, imagine being locked in an abyss, waiting to be summoned, hoping it was by the one woman who I want to please for her and myself, and not because of her command. That I find my desire for you and I am afraid , but also enthralled by the idea. </em><br><br>He looked at her, her face, her expression. He wanted to bend and kiss her, to assure her he was not lying. But he didn't even know what he was doing. He did what he could, holding her close, as close as she would let him. if he touched her more he would have to have her again.<br><em><br>You are not stupid, remember, you had to teach me how to work a shower, I imagine a child knows that. And do I have a choice? Tegan, I honestly think I do this time. And that... it is hard to scare a demon Tegan, but I think that does.</em><br><br>He let her go and took a step back, looking at her, opening his hands and showing that he had nothing there.<br><br><em>Understand, I am not using any powers, and you know the difference. You said you want me. You wanted a lover. That is what a demon wants, your attention. But, I find myself wanting your attention for another reason. I am going to give you a little space, if you call me I will come to you. But, the clothes are not my natural state, and I want to feel unencumbered as I think. I will be in your room.</em><br><br>He gave her space, quietly moving through the home at towards her bedroom. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 05:49:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan growled to herself as he left, and picked up a bowl, wanting to throw it. Waning to throw something, punch someone, destroy something really loudly. Taking a deep breath, she reigned in her emotions, and put the bowl down, still seething, angry at herself for being stupid, at him for being so perfect, at herself for ever summoning him in the first place. She needed to do something before she took a knife and killed him, herself.<br><br>She wanted to go up there and throw herself at him, have him work his magic and make her forget. She wanted to run as far away from him as she could. She wanted to stop wanting him, wanting his attention, his presence. She didn't believe he wanted her for any reason other than the bond. She couldn't. It was easier to be hurt now than later on. It was easier to be hurt than think she was actually worth something special again to have it torn down. <br><br>She wanted to forget all of this, but she was afraid of going to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 06:05:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe sat in the middle of her room, on the floor and tried to think. Tegan's emotions chased him even there and he was fighting against them. The pain he felt, he knew, was started by the bond, but there may have been more. Her constant assault on him started a growl in his throat as his clothes vanished from his body. To fight her, to fight his own nature, and to try and understand was simply to much. Without knowing it his flesh warmed and her room began to fill the the scent of roses, this time the leather and the scent of blood much stronger. Her thinking of the knife confused him, unable to see of she would strike him or herself.<br><strong><br>NO... if you wish to be punished, I will happily oblige. But you will like it none the less.</strong><br><br>The thought flew from his mind without a conscious choice. Sent out in a pulse to find Tegan and barge against her mind until she heard it. The release of the thought caused the room to heat, the scent to become almost a miasma, thick and heavy inside the room. He sat in the middle of it, like a master inside an opium den, cross legged and back to the door. He could not focus and memories of their previous night came back to his mind. They fell from his and hung in the room about him like pictures. What had made her special, what she was the none of the others had. He saw her, under him, with him, wanting him. Wanting to touch and to be touched. He found himself, for the first time wanting the same. This time without the bond, but for the sensation of her. He froze, watching the scene with awe. His mind sending the mixed signal of joy and desire from his meditation. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 06:17:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The thought caught her like a blow to the gut, paired with the most heady feeling she ever felt, and she grabbed the counter as her knees buckled, breaking her fall. She moaned, clinging to the cool counter, panting, leather, blood, sex, roses. She could's quite smell them, buts he could taste them, and she shuddered. What was he doing? Another wallop from him and she was on her hands and knees, panting, moaning, shaking. She needed him and he needed her. Her hand rose, shaking, and fell, inches before the other, and she began to crawl, panting, moaning as her clothing rubbed. <br><br>She made it to the bottom of the stairs before she had to stop, every fibre rubbing her in all of the right, and wrong ways. She dreaded pulling the clothes off, but knew she had no choice. She dragged the shirt over her head, crying out, and unclasped her bra,breasts singing free heavily. She shuddered, the smells closer, headier. one hand shoved clumsily at her jeans and underwear as she started back up the stairs, shimmying them off before she reached the door. She panted again, pausing, draw to him like a lodestone, and pushed the door, staring in that the scene, too swamped with desire to be frightened.<br><br>She moaned, unable to form words, whimpering, and dragged her knees across the carpet, toward him, panting, ashamed at how she felt, how humiliating it was to crawl, how she couldn't stand at all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 06:30:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Hello Tegan</em><br><br>His voice purred from his chest as she opened the door, He did not even look back to see her, knowing she was there, sensing her movements. He inhaled deeply, able to catch her scent, her smiled.<br><br><em>Please, come in, come before me, you can stay as you are, you will not be needing to stand for some time. Understand something. I did not control you, I have not made you do anything. As angry as you want to be, you are here because you want to be. Understand this as well. I want you to be here, I want to be here with you. If you meant nothing I could get up and leave, bond or not.</em><br><br>His voice was calm, the caress of a hand through hair. He was not loud, even tempo and volume. Not excited, but focused. He spoke to her even faced away, modulating his voice to roll over her body, to try and cause her reaction, try and arouse her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 06:39:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shuddered as his voice rolled over her in delicious caresses, and she did as he said, crawling into the room, head hanging, part from an overload of sensation, part from shame. She crawled around him, every inhale bringing her higher, the room choked with so much of him. She knelt before him, head bent down, and waited, shuddering. "I understand" She whispered, barely able to form the words, but knowing they were important.<br><br>What did he have in mind? Would he punish her as he had promised? Did she want a punishment? She didn't know, didn't care.He was there, and he was exactly what she needed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 14:29:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached out, running his hand through her hair, letting his fingers drift between the strands of her locks. He watched her with heavy lidded eyes, looking over her body, silently worshiping what he saw. His heart felt heavy, a steady beat that he thought loud enough to hear. The room about them felt smaller, the details lost as all he saw was her before him.<br><em><br>I have needs Tegan, the need for pleasure being the greatest of them. Never before have I resisted this need with anyone, no one until you. I have something new Tegan. I have a want and it is for you. The difference is amazing, and it is not caused by the bond. It is caused by the woman.</em><br><br>He reached out, running his hand from her hair to her back, down her arm and under her chest. He cupped and squeezed her breast, feeling the weight. Just touching her flesh, as if weighing the breast, drew a low sigh from him. His palm against the nipple, pushing it back against her softer flesh.<br><br><em>I will not have you feeling shameful about yourself, about how you feel, or about what you want with me. I can show you depravity like you have not seen, with each pleasure greater than the last. I could make you feel and experience lust and pleasure that you would not believe humanity would attempt, but it is what has been done by humanity. </em><br><br>He moved her so that she was sideways in from of him, on all fours. he lowered her head to the carpet, turning her face so that she could see him sitting beside her. He made sure that her nipples, if taut, could rub just enough against the carpet beneath her before leaving her arms free. He then ran his hand down her back, over the curve of her rear and down her leg.<br><em><br>You will follow my instruction, you will see there is no shame. You will fight with yourself to understand this. I will be right here with you through it all. Reach down Tegan, I want you to feel how aroused you have become.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 23:09:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shuddered as his fingers threaded through her hair, moving every strand, tugging at her scalp sensuously. Her back dipped as his hand dragged down from her air, and she arched, gasping, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out. a moan as he cupped her, and she couldn't help but shift, rubbing her nipple into his palm. She winced as he spoke of shame, tensing at the non-chastisement. She was pliant in his hands, clay, and she barely realized as he positioned her, until she focused again, staring at his body from the floor, carpet scratching her cheek, friction against her nipples with every breath - it was almost pain it felt so good.<br><br>She stared at him, ass high,back arching as he once again slid his hands down her back, hands limp on the floor. His words rolled over her and she shuddered, breathing erratic. No shame? It would be a fight, it already was. The rational part of her was abhorred at her pose, like a dog ready for mounting, legs spread, ass high, core presented for inspection. She gasped as she heard his last command, eyes wide, she stared at him, not believing her ears. Was he serious? She'd never really touched herself in front of anyone. But he'd told her to.<br><br>Her hand slowly rose, fingers gliding up her leg, circling into the inner thigh. She shuddered, a moan sounding from deep in her chest. She could feel heat radiating from herself. he shuddered, not touching herself, fingertips hanging just fractions of an inch from her core.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 23:35:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Hesitation means reservation. Reservation, it means that you have shame.</em><br><br>His voice calm as his hand left her leg. An empty second of sound and touch before the report of his hand on her upturned rear echoed in the small room. Fingers fully splayed, hand open and slightly cupped to produce more sound than actual pain, he landed atop her flesh. His skin, already warm, intensified as he rubbed the area he had swatted.<br><br><em>You have nothing to me ashamed of. You are beautiful, divine. You have pulled a demon from the abyss and he is in awe of you. You must force this shame away, it does nothing for you but hurt you.</em><br><br>Again the calm voice, never raising in tone, in volume. He pitched his speaking so she could hear him as clear as if he were laying beside her. He sat there, relaxed and crossed legged near her head. He did not seem disturbed at all as a sheen of soft sweat appeared on his body,his face. His hand stayed on her up turned rear, rubbing over where the spank had occurred and moving to the soft flesh on her back, the little triangle of soft flesh that was the furthest her back went before turning into her rear.<br><br><em>Touch, feel as I do. Your arousal, I revel in it and I want you to revel in mine.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 23:42:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She yelped, as his hand contacted hers, and she froze, baffled for a moment. Had he actually hit her? The moment of shock fled as his hand began to caress her, and she moaned, shuddering. She pressed her fingers against herself, slick with arousal, and gasped. moaning with each moment her breathing produced, as his voice caressed her, admonished her and loved her. She shuddered beneath his palm, and slid her fingers across herself, moaning. Her breasts scraped the rough carpet, and her eyes closed, shuddering, ass smarting from where he had hit it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 00:12:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her moan brought a sigh from Roe, watching her, feeling her arousal radiate from her. He took it in, breathing deep, the feeling of the surprise a delicate spice to the aroma of lust. He felt it enter and fill him, causing his skin to tighten, his own nipples to grow more taut, pronounced. He felt his cock lengthen, swell as he ran his hand from her rear up her back to her hair, gripping her gently. He opened his legs, exposing himself to her, sitting there in front of her, his cock laying on the carpet between them. She saw the clear drip appear, push its way from his body, she had caused that with her response.<br><br><em>Tegan, so beautiful, do you still feel shame in causing so much pleasure, do I need to continue to make sure. I think you are unsure.</em><br><br>He drew his hand down her back, scraping red trails along her skin till the hand again rested on her rear. He drew his hand away, in a motion similar to the first spank, just to see how she would react. He moved his fingers to find her hand, placing the tips on the back of her hand. He pressed, adding pressure to her hand atop her own sex. <br><em><br>Do you want more Tegan?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 00:42:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes opened as his hand curled in her hair, and she shivered, staring at his length, licking her lips, swollen from being bitten. A shudder trailed his fingernails as he scratched down er back, and she tensed, ad his hand left her ass, bracing herself with a whimper, before she gasped, his hand pressing against hers. She whimpered, and nodded, pressing against their fingers. She rolled her hips, sliding them against her, her breathing catching as she shuddered. She bit back down on her lip, a blush tingeing her cheeks as she rocked against them, eyes focused on him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 01:10:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand left hers, left her to own devices. He brought his fingers to his mouth, selecting one he tasted, closing his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. It took him a moment to come back, his eyes closed, simply listening to her, listening to the sounds she released and the hints of nature from her body. He inhaled, separating the scents of the room from the scents her body released. The smell of arousal, her sweat, the faintest hint of soap, he separated and tasted each on his skin.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;For a moment he lost himself, for a moment the demonic was sated, overwhelmed and swimming in the arousal in the air. Instead he looked at her as a man, he looked for her eyes, meeting her, the red around the iris gone, simple brown to look at hers. For that moment he was mortal and was only hers. The demon came howling back to the front and he closed his eyes only a second before she might see the change. <br><br>He reached out, his hand running up the underside of her bent leg, nails scratching and skin from knee to her back., and the back down. Casually he moved more prone, he exposed himself to her, flaunting his arousal, his erection, the hint of fluid still evident. She could smell him, musk, roses, leather, a hot and heavy smell that hovered about her. He ran his hand up and down the opposite leg. Trails left from his nails to match the other set. Never once breaking the skin. He could see her, watch her as her hand toyed and manipulated her body. He would not stop her if she stopped, and he knew that she would be able to feel that from him. He watched, relaxed and calm.<br><br>His hand raised again, and this time it was her other cheek, the side untouched, that caught the blow. Like the first one, more sound than substance, more anticipation than pain. Again he massaged her afterward, rubbing her skin, settling the warmth of his flesh into hers.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 01:24:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A cry broke from her chest as he smacked her the second time, and she rocked with the blow, gaping as her breasts and face scratched along the carpet. Her fingers curled slightly at the blow, dipping just into her entrance, and she gasped, fighting not to yelp. She stared at him, eyes hungry, wanting to move close, to taste him, to pleasure him, but she remained where she was, rubbing, one finger finding her clit. She gasped tightly, and shuddered, already balancing on the edge. She stared into his eyes, not caring if hey were brown or red. He was him, he was there, and he was perfect. <br><br>Every moment was heaven and hell, pleasure and pain, and she was stretched to breaking. "Roe..." She half sobbed. She wanted him, she wanted something, anything from him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 01:30:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand reached up, thumb, pad first and sideways ran between her lips, over her own fingers, and lightly over the puckered flesh of her rear. He didn't try to enter, it was almost as if he tapped her there, pressure, but not penetration.<br><em><br>Are you still ashamed of Me, are you ashamed of yourself?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 01:33:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gulped in air, whimpering as he pressed against er, and shook her head, moaning. She was more or less past shame by now. Come morning, it would perhaps be different, but for now, she was past it. She would never be ashamed of him, however. She may remind and enforce societal norms, but she would never be ashamed of him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 03:01:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe moved Teagan's hand from her sex, moving it away even as she had began to move her fingers fast. She would have to wait for just a moment longer for that, for any release. he put her hand on the floor and went to lift her. Sitting her up on her knees, her rear atop her heals. Roe held her arms to her sides and began to kiss her, with no reason, no pattern. Across her chest, her arms, a butterfly's wing across each nipple, slowly rising and building until he kissed about her neck and throat.<br><br>He took her face in both his hands, cupping her and holding her as he kissed her. Deeply,softly, soundly. The ebb and flow of his lips to her matched ever other action he would make, a conflict of degrees. he wrapped his arms about her, freeing her own hands, leaning against her holding her to him. He trapped himself between her legs, his legs outside of hers. and he rest there turgid and waiting.<br><br><em>No woman with shame would want me, nor could she capture me as you have. When we are together, when it is just us. Hold nothing back from me Tegan, don't think, just do.</em><br><br>His voice was soft, sincere, gone was the command of earlier, now his voice was that of a lover, Understanding, driven , lust was still there, as was desire, but again, passion had returned, his embrace was less rough, almost comforting if she would allow it
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 03:12:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned as he moved her hand, and looked at him, eyes questioning, glazed, not understanding. Hadn't he wanted...<br><br>She obeyed his silent commands, sitting back on her heels, back straight like so many Japanese ladies, and closed her eyes, feeling, her arms lifting with his, head falling back. Her breathing calmed, and she revelled in his touch, his kisses, gasping occasionally, head tilting to the side as he reached her neck. Her eyes slowly opened as he held her face in his hands, and stared, for that split second before his mouth pressed to hers, into his eyes. She sighed softly into the kiss, matching his rhythm, chin tilting up to press her against him, and she half raised from her kneel, her bottom just leaving her heels.<br><br>she groaned softly as she felt him press between her legs, his bracketing her outer thighs. She pressed close, hands settling around him to splay across his back, fingers pressing against the muscle softly. She shivered at his voice, and pressed closer, her lips trailing from his to brush along his jaw line, to press beneath his chin, and she softly ran her nose against him, taking her opportunity to worship him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 03:24:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was not going to talk anymore. it was beyond that, the next word would be her name or nothing at all. Roe basked in her attention, her touch crossed his back and felt his skin shiver under it. He continued to kiss her, playful nips in between romantic embraces. He leaned away from her, rolling back, but taking her with him until he sat on the carpet. He pulled her, never once breaking contact. His erection falling free, laying against his abdomen and lower torso.. He kept in contact, she had to know he was not pulling away from her, he wanted her with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 03:31:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan fell with him, staring into his eyes, and holding herself up, slowly laying herself carefully along his body, her stomach against his, his member pressing against her hip She stared at him, and brushed a butterfly kiss down his nose, hands teasing along his sides as she began to kiss slowly down, his lips, chin, throat, chest. First to one nipple, then the next her mouth travelled, laving each in urn, giving them equal attention before trailing the tip of her tongue down further, tracing his muscles with hips and tongue, her warm breath gusting against his skin.She teased his torso, never breaking contact, never dipping below his stomach. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 03:47:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was rewarded with a chorus of moans, sighs, and low growls as she took and tasted as she pleased. His hands staying intermixed with her hair, woven through her strands. They were constantly in motion but never did the guide or control. They touched her, completed the circuit of their bodies. He watched her, heavy lidded eyes full of desire watched her and she finally explored him. If there was a map he would have burned it, instead wanting her to find him at her pace, in her way. He bit his lip as his chest caved, sucking in a breath as she hit a sensitive spot. he had been chosen to serve a darker power when the call came out, he had never had a choice. That the angels are denied a touch from a woman like her.... better to be hell than to miss this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 03:56:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes glinted as she looked up to him, and a slow, sensual smile slid across her features. She leaned back to kneeling between his legs, and bent to press a kiss to his lower belly, in between his belly button and pelvis. She licked him, and blew cool air over the patch of skin, fingernails lightly raking down his thighs. Her tongue trailed up his hips, and her hair brushed across him, though she as careful never to touch his member with anything but hr hair. She wanted him to ask, to bed, to demand her kiss there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 04:05:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>YES</strong><br><br>It was a thought, a wash of energy, the feeling of her there.It exploded from his mind in a ball of lust and happiness, The sweet torture of her hair, he nails, the delicate barb of her tongue that made him clench and unclench his own hands. He bit into his lip. He had wanted her, wanted her to take him, her to crawl atop him with no shame, no fear and take what she had desired. And she turned the table on him and now he was wilting, a whimper escaped his throat. She had done this, he would no deny her.<br><br><em>Tea... Tegan....Please....</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 04:48:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Good enough.<br><br>She ducked her head, and slowly nuzzled him, right beside where is member lay, her tongue flicking out to taste his flesh, the seam where his member lay against his tummy. Her eyes flicked back p to him, and she smiled mischievously, dragging the tip of her tongue across him, breathing in his scent deeply, one hand slowly raking up the inside of his thigh, the backs of her fingers brushing against his sac. Slowly, she teased his member, keeping her touches light, torturing him with pleasure, grinning the entire time. She loved this feeling. <br><br>Flattening her tongue, she slowly dragged it up his length, the underside, until she reached the tip, tongue flicking over his glans, before she ducked back down, licking her lip, and dragging it on the same path as her tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 05:08:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had earned every right to tease him, and while he would not fake it, he could not hold anything back eaither. One hand moved to the back of her neck. It did not pull her, encourage her, or make her go faster. It rested and lightly scratched at her skin, content to touch her. His other hand however went to the carpet, and gripped, veins appear in his arm as he flexed, muscle that was dormant contracted and formed. it was not demonic, it was a man trying to resist a sensation that made him want to scream in pleasure. Sweat broke out across his body like a rash. Salt and rose filed each droplet. <br><br>He was groomed, not bare but away from any path of contact. Smooth and warm to the touch, his body twitched under her every movement, her tongue, her breath, her lips. She heard him whimper, his abdomen contracting and his head finally lolling back. Maybe she had seen a man give in before, maybe she hadn't. It was a benefit of no shame, he could show her what she did to him and love showing her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 05:16:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled against him, nuzzling softly and her hand slid up his length, and down, so grasp him at the base. She tasted his length for a long moment, before opening her mouth for him, lips pressing into her teeth, as she took him into her mouth, tongue flat against his underside, and held him there, for a moment, before slowly drawing him out of her mouth, humming at his taste, and her tongue flicking the tip. She watched him, as she pressed back down, taking him as far as she dared, tonguing the bottom of him.<br><br>She repeated the action, tongue skimming across him, hand trailing in her mouth's wake, agonizingly slow, enjoying every moan he let out, every noise he made. She was going to draw this out as long as she could, and she was going to make him scream.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 05:30:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sound of his spine popping, a natural sound, wholesomely loud as as his stomach contracted and her curled to watch her. Eyes wide open, searching for hers between the strands of hair. That did it, those eyes, her eyes peeking from behind locks of matted hair, almost broke his control right there. His thighs flexed, tightened and wanted to move, wanted to throw her off, stop the agony, to grab her head and thrust in until the tip of his crown was at her throat. Damnit, His free hand clenched and unclenched the carpet, he wanted her , no doubt, but the torture was exquisite. She was an artist, he could not pull away if he tried. He wanted her to swing her body to his, give him purpose, give him reason. He wanted to erupt and die in her grip right now, if she would let him
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 05:39:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled around him, and swallowed, bending to her task, slowly adding speed to her strokes, licking him, hand sliding along him with the rhythm she fell into, a slow <em>accelerendo</em>. She hummed around him, her free hand gently cupping his balls, and massaging them, weighing, caressing them, as she continued to move herself up and down his length, looking back up to his eyes, giving him a slight squeeze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 05:49:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The look, the squeeze, Roe's head snapped back as if she had hit him. Eyes rolled and he cried out as he jerked inside her mouth. The sensation, her voice, her wanting this. He felt his very human heart thunder in his ears.<br><br><em>Tegan... Please....</em><br><br>He reached for her, unsure if he wanted to taste her, fill her, or just remove her from his body before he exploded in a veritable mess. And yet, he loved every moment of the delicious torment she inflicted upon him with the somewhat sadistic gleam in her eyes. And all he could do was approve completely,&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 06:06:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pulled back once more, and licked him from base to tip, swirlig her tongue around him, her lips sealing around his tip and sucking softly, allowing that to pull her down him slowly, before she continued, rhythmically stroking, caressing and sucking him, groaning softly at the feel of him in her mouth, beneath her, his reactions. She felt powerful, she felt strong, she felt like she was doing something for him that was not a common gift. It wasn't submission, but it felt like it, as good. There wa no way he could be faking this. She loved having him at her mercy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 06:23:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Teg... tegan.... I. Ahgoing...Please.</em><br><br>She felt his entire body tense, his entire body pause for that once moment where she could take, deny, or give. He went rigid, a pulse traveling the underside of his cock, a shudder that started at the base of his spine. And then the first release, the first spurt, leaving coating, as hot as his body. The first was followed by more, his abdomen convulsed and he cried out, her name, incoherent words, moans . His will and voice rolling the room sending his pleasure out and to her, everything he was feeling, he sent to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 06:28:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nearly fainted as sensations slammed into her, and she froze, only her throat working to swallow his come, her mind blank with pleasure, her body at attention. She held on, careful not to pull back too fast, before swallowing the last of it, and releasing him, falling onto her ass with a moan, stunned, body feverish, mind still blank. everything was an agony of pleasure, her nerves felt like lightning rods. One touch and she would shatter. She sat, panting, eyes closed, deaf, shuddering.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 06:41:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached out for her, his hand searching for her touch, to share the sensation wracking his body if she were willing To join him in the feeling, the exquisite pain of a full and total release. He reached for her hand, wanting her to join him, to lay beside him in a rapture of the moment. <br><br><em>Tegan</em><br><br>He was only able to whisper, she had made him give what he had wanted to give her. She had demanded of him and in that action he felt joy. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 18:53:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan's hand found his, and she gripped him, gasping at the instant was of bliss. She felt the total relaxation, the warm, leaden weight of pleasure, and she knew it had come from her. Her, she had made a demon feel like this, not with any magic, not by doing anything but by doing what she wanted for and to him. She shivered, and pressed close to him, wanting to feel him, his pleasure and his warmth. "Roe..." She whispered, pressing close, eyes still closed, the carpet scratching her hip and thigh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 20:10:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Tegan, I am here, right here.</em><br><br>He curled to her, turning on his side to hold her. The normal heat of his body, blazing compared to a regular person, wrapped around her. This time not to inspire lust or desire, but like a blanket, refusing to let her get cold, protecting her from any distraction save the body beside her. He pressed to her and held her close, a hand moving up to run through her hair and brush it from her face. His other hand ran around her waist, pressing her to him.<br><br>The room carried the scent of release, the faint smell of roses and then the two of them. All other scents were gone, dispelled by their actions. Roe did not use any of his powers, sharing the moment with Tegan as a man and nothing more. He had been envisioned and created by her, he was mandated to serve by a higher power, but for that one moment he felt something for himself. It was confusing, alien, amazing and he did not want it to end.<br><br>He kissed her forehead, holding her, both bodies damp from exertion. He did not make another sound, instead listening to her breath, feeling her chest as it pushed into his. It was then that he decided that, no matter how confused or painful this life could be, he would find every way possible /not/ to go back to the abyss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 21:11:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan pressed close to him, nuzzling into the hollow of his shoulder, and smiled softly, arms wrapping around his ribs. She lay, content, for a long while, before she stirred. Opening her eyes, she looked up to him, and smiled softly. "Thank you." She said softly, her arms loosening so she could perch herself up over him on an elbow. Her eyes gazed into his, and her lips quirked up at the sides, and she pointed her toes, stretching slightly. <br><br>"You wanna grab a shower?" She asked, noting how both of them were covered in sweat and other bodily fluids. She levered herself up, a chill descending over her without his heat, and stepped to the door, goose-bumps racing across her skin. She shivered softly, as she scooted across the hall, and turned the shower on high, before retrieving towels for the both of them, and stepping under the warm stream of water.<br><br>She smiled as she thought about what they had just done. What she had done. It had always been one of her favourite things to do for a guy. And he had not disappointed her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 23:22:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe held her for as long as she would let him, content, calm, for once not flooding everything around him with lust. How could he explain it to her, the unquenchable need, the drive and desire for pleasure? The want and compulsion to feel, experience, release with someone no matter how base and carnal the delight was. When she stirred in his arms he did not want to let her go, he heard her speak and his skin blushed.<br><em><br>It is I who should thank you.</em><br><br>His voice was soft, no additional power, a simple and honest truth. He watched her move, the casual and human movements enthralled him as he watched her. She continued talking, and it took a second for him to hear her, to understand the words and he watched her dance across the hall. <strong>"What a cute rear,"</strong> he thought to himself... and then paused. There was no pang of lust, no hunger to chase and tease and touch. He was able to look at her for just a moment, sated and happy. And yes, it was indeed a cute rear. He heard her turn the shower on, and remember what she had said. A smile crossed his face as he thought about two of his happiest thoughts. <br><br>Tegan, and showers.<br><br>Roe moved into the bath, watching the water run over her body, memorizing the sight.The results of her attention could wait, he just wanted to see her, watch her do something she had done thousands of times before. He watched for a minute, maybe two, but he did not press his luck, and carefully joined her inside the tub. He saw her smiling, and it caused him to smile as well.<br><br><em>You have a beautiful smile Tegan. It... it looks so good on you.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 23:50:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan let her head fall back, and the water sluice down her body, closing her eyes and letting her hair fall down her back. As he stepped in, he looked up to him, and smiled again, biting the tip of her thumb. She rolled her shoulders back, and lay her head against his chest, pressing close and closing her eyes, arms sliding around his waist. She hummed to herself softly, relaxing against him for a moment, before turning away, and bending down again, and grabbing her soap, her bottom presented him for a moment, before she turned around and offered it to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 00:10:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The feeling of her against him, the push of her skin and then her smile kept his good mood going. His hands came to her hips, to hold her. The look she gave him, biting her thumb as she did, almost broke him. The gesture, cute, coy, and he was trying to fight it. She was winning. He leaned over and kissed the top of her slicked hair.<br><br>He wasn't paying attention, his eyes closed, when she moved away. He opened them just in time to see her bend over, to see her back, her bottom, he legs and all as water fell from her. A sigh escaped his lips as he saw her, still staring as she stood and then turned to off him the soap. What an amazing...OH soap. He snapped up and look at her, actually with the slightest hint of a blush.<br><br><em>Yes I would to wash you rear, I mean bottom, I mean back, legs.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 15:38:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan blushed deeply as her eyes met hers, and her chin dipped down to break their gaze. She pressed the soap into his hands, and bi her bottom lip, glancing up at him from beneath her olden eyelashes.The desire in his eyes, the slight blush in his cheeks. She knew she'd done that but... had she really made a demon <em>blush</em>? Se turned away, and dragged her mass of hair across her shoulders, to allow him access to her back. <br><br>She smiled slightly, hugging herself, pride warring with modesty, warring with self-conciousness. She was embarrassed to be so naked before him, to act so forward, to take things into her own... hands. But she was pleased with his response. She was proud of what <em>she</em> could do to him, not the bond. Not the fact that he was a demon. He wanted her because he found her pleasing, and for now that was enough. She didn't want to go into politics of 'if he was human, would he want me?' or what would happen when they met up in hell once again. She&nbsp; would let this stay as it was for now, and worry about it later.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 23:49:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The last time they had stood together under the shower he had been under strict instruction and promise. Together they had washed, quickly and without lingering thought or touch. This time was different, an open invitation to stand with her under the falling water. The ability to touch and wash her, without using any any ability, it made him nervous and excited. She caught him staring, yes, she was attractive, physically and mentally. And what she had just done to him, never in his past had a woman done this to him, for him, without the wanting something in return. And he saw it, saw Tegan's eyes. She wanted him pleased.<br><br>When she pushed the soap and the poof into his hand he concentrated for a moment. Changing the scent of the soap just a bit, now it was apples, cinnamon, and the softest tint of roses he began at her neck. A slow and careful movement that was meant to massage her neck,. From there he went the her right shoulder. Bare hand and poof working together, not just soaping her body, but rubbing the muscles beneath, slowly working the flesh on each shoulder, her upper arms and then her upper . He worked down to the her lower back, for some reason the poof never lost the soap, the sudsiness stayed strong and he knelt down and cleaned her petite bottom. He cleaned each leg and began to stand.<br><br>The demon in him finally won out and and lean over, and on her flank, where the water had washed some of the soap away he opened his mouth and bit. Not hard enough to break skin, but more than enough pressure to let her know what he was doing. He stood back and and stepped to her, catching the soap between them. He reached around her , holding her body to his as he soaped her stomach and as low as her hips, not ...too close... to the more sensitive areas if her body.<br><br><em>Tomorrow, do you have school again? </em><br><br>Roe did not use the powers he had with his voice, instead talking to Tegan in the voice of a man. His body pushed to hers, held hers as a man. He was still a demon, that would not leave, but because of Tegan he had finally found a balance, and that was new, exciting, and exotic. That he could feel for himself, take as he wished for his own. He leaned over and kissed the side of her neck. The realization that she was the person who did this caused him to warm against her, the scent of roses grew slightly stronger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 17:31:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A sigh of contentment as his hands began to work at her neck, massaging, the soap across her flesh, working away any tension along with any sweat or dirt. Her head bent forward, and her arms dropped to her sides, and she closed her eyes, letting the wonderful feel of his skilled hands fill her mind, with the smell of crisp apples and cinnamon. She leaned back into his hands, her own eventually catching hold of the tiled wall.<br><br>Her eyes flew open as his teeth pressed into her hip, and she made a soft noise of surprise. Her eyes tracked him as he stood, and she obediently relaxed back against him, a light flush on her cheeks as her eyes closed again, and her head leaned back against his shoulder as he began to soap her belly. <br><br>She nodded t his question, turning her head to nuzzle against his neck softly. "In the afternoon." <br><br>She felt him warm, the scent of roses intensify, and she smiled, pressing a kiss to his neck as she turned in his arms, slick from the water and remaining soap. Her face tipped up, her eyes opening to meet his, and her pink lips turned up in a soft smile. "How come?" She asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 05:25:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>I want to go with you again, as the necklace, but if that is to great a temptation, then I will go in this form, dressed of course. But being around others allows me to learn more, and I would like to try and fit in and not seem so strange. Do not get me wrong, I imagine I could stay in your bed for a very long time, but I think I would like to see your world.</em><br><br>He spoke carefully and calmly, not using any of the demonic abilities he had to send his voice to her. When she had turned he set the sud laden puff to the side before he took her hips in his hands. As she looked up and smiled he leaned forward and stole quick kiss, not wanting her to break the smile. His hands moved from her hips to the top of her rear, pulling her closer rubbing the fingertips into the soft flesh. <br><br>He loved the feeling of her body pressed to his, the water falling and bouncing from their skin. The sheer group of sensations was intoxicating to a demon who though he had felt everything. Instead he found the closer he was to her the more he could feel. Not just the mundane, the feeling of skin slick with soap and water gliding between them. The impact of water pushing into them. <br><br>For a moment he thought of textures, of sensations that he wanted with her. The drag of leather between them, the feeling sheets ruffled under them, the feeling of scratching and biting.He thought of other sensations she had not felt with him, of silk ties against the wrists, the coarse feel of rope on skin. He closed his eyes and shuddered, stopping the thoughts, but it may have been to late. She was close enough and they were bound, she may have sensed them as well.<br><em><br>But I am trying to think of a way not to entice you so, our body's torment is for our time, not the middle of a class. Even if we did educate everyone.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 15:53:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm, makes sense..." She replied softly, leaning against him, "I think you could come as the necklace if you really want to, I'll just have to try harder to concentrate..." She muttered, remembering the small class size of the next day's course. She nuzzled softly against his shoulder, their slick skin sliding deliciously together, the hot, slickness moving almost without friction.<br><br>She shuddered softly, a the ghosts of feelings caressed her body, something smooth and warm between them, a soft crinkled thing against her back, the ghosts of nails and teeth, silken restraints, turning to a rough fibre, A soft moan filtered through her chest, as she leaned harder against him, eyes closing to feel the sensations. She looked up to him, as they stopped with his groan. "Were you doing that?" She asked softly, glad for the warm water showering them. <br><br>She nearly cried at his next words, not sure whether to laugh, be frustrated, or smack him. He was doing a bad job of not enticing her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 17:17:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe blinked, for a second shocked by her words, but quickly recovered his features before speaking. His voice was curious, inquisitive and he had a need to know what she had responded so.<br><br><em>Am I causing what Tegan?</em><br><br>He leaned down and kissed behind her right ear. The taste of water and faint remains of soap, of her skin beneath, lingered on his lips as he made a second kiss below the first. Soft, kisses leaving warm wet circles down the side of her neck.<br><br><em>I meant entice you in class, I will want to, but I will restrain myself. As to before class, I will have to entice you several times, and I have several things to show you.</em><br><br>Roe's voice was just audible above the sounds of the shower. His hand came up and moved under the tresses of soaked hair. He found the back of her neck and lightly scratched along the skin. He grew quiet, the sound of his simple kisses lost to the spray of the water, the sound of the drain. The strongest scent was of the soaps used, but there, always dancing in the background, were fresh fallen rose petals and something warm. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 18:28:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Those feelings..." She murmured softly, tipping her head to the side to offer him her neck, her fingernails lightly trailing down his back in response to his nails working down her neck, shuddering. She smiled against his shoulder at his musings, bfore nipping him lightly, her tongue coming out immediately to soothe the patch of skin in apology.<br><br>"Sounds like a deal," she replied, shifting to press her hips forward, against his. Her soft, short curls lightly brushed against his member, and her hands slicked down his back. She sighed softly., She hadn't shaved in a while - never really considered it since it had been over a year before Roe. She would have to do that, soon. As the back of her mind considered the practical thoughts, her hands trailed down to his ass, and she gripped him lihtly, giving him a playful squeeze, before her nails lightly grazed down his thighs, then back up, towards his sides.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Thou Shalt Not)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 22:55:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Tegan</em><br><br>Her name followed by a low whispered moan. The first of his powers creeping back into his body and subtly unleashed as her hands found his form. He followed her hands in kind, reaching down, cupping and lifting her rear, bringing her lips to kiss his. As she took him for the brief moment he moaned again, this time directly into her mouth. The scent of roses flushed the air, his body warmed under her touch even as they embraced. She felt him harden against her.<br><em><br>In the shower no less</em><br><br>He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to her neck, kissing along the soaked skin. One hand reached behind her, under her, a brazen move that ended with his fingertip just below her clit. He brought that finger up, dragging between her lips over soft skin, over the clenched entry of her rear and up, fingers joining as the hand neared her spine. Fingertips turning into nails as he raked her spine up to her hair. Not enough to draw blood, but harder than he had been with her.<br><em><br>Touch me however you want now Tegan, you will not get to use your hands for the rest of this shower. When I am done I will be carrying you to bed.</em><br><br>He breathed the words onto her skin, pushing them across her so that she could hear and feel them at the same time. Something stirred inside him and it was not completely human. He had done well, fought hard to be calm,&nbsp; and now his abyssal side wanted a reward for playing nice. It wanted Tegan and it wanted to feed from her&nbsp; .&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 23:56:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She smirked against his lips as he mentioned their setting. As his finger ventured down, across her slick opening, across her tight ass, she likely would have fallen from shock, and the wave of lust that rolled over her. She groaned into his mouth, back rolling with his nails, her legs twining around his hips and squeezing him, spurring him on, as her tender, slicked centre rubbed across his member. She moaned at his words, and pulled back from the kiss, eyes darkened and glazed, to stare at his. <br><br>"Good." She said, her lips curling in a slow, satisfied smile. "I want you to do to me whatever you want."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 00:30:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe's hands moved across her body with a sureness that gave away his intent. She was his intent, her body, breaking upon his as she cried out. The orchestra of muscles that moved together seemed more defined, more dense as he called on some of his demonic strength. Hands, refusing to let her fall, traveled down her arms, taking her wrists. Almost violently he lifted her arms, taking both her wrists in hand he brought her to her toes even as he walked her backward. His grip was sure, strong, he could support her entire weight with the strength he had summoned.<br><br>He pushed her under the spray of the shower head, pinning her to the wall beyond it. The cascade of water struck him, and in some places sizzled from his skin. The cold tile behind her supported her back as he held her hands to right under the nozzle of the shower, pinning them to the wall above her head. He smiled as he bent down, opening his mouth, taking possession of the nipple of her left breast with his lips.<br><br>He let rivulets of heated water course around that excited skin, tightening his lips, trapping water and flesh together. He circled his tongue and the water around her nipple, drawing it, heating it with his mouth. He tugged with his lips even as teeth closed to pinch the skin, denying the flow of blood a release, trying to get her skin to engorge and become more sensative.<br><br>The free hand reached down and grabbed her right thigh, raising the leg and setting the foot on the edge of the tub's basin. He exposed her, the water running from his body fell to her chest and traveled down the taught definition of her belly. The steam ran her length, over her stomach to the mons and hair beneath, it ran to her hood before denying her clit its warmth, falling instead to the floor of the tub below.<br><br>Her leg planted and taken care of, the hand holding it released and moved, cupping her roughly, pushing a finger inside her with no warning, no hint of tease or preparation. He was going to take her, going to sample and contort her body until she was his. The tightness around his finger caused his now erect cock to twitch, to stand firm and ready. Water fell to it, striking the head, inflaming him more. He growled into her nipple, letting the vibration push from his mouth and atop her skin, sending it to her, letting her body accept it like some great resonator.<br><br>She had summoned a demon. She had wanted a lover. He had wanted also to be a man, or so he though. Right now, he was HER demon, and the hunger of lust washed over him strong enough to spread to anyone around.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 00:41:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She rose to her tip toes as he pulled her arms up, and moved obediently back, her eyes meeting is unflinchingly. She shied away from the cold tile he held her to, gasping and pressing forward with her hips to try and avoid the unpleasantly cold wall. And then his head ducked, his mouth fastening on a nipple. She cried out softly, arching into his mouth, shuddering at he bit down, her other nipple also responding as shots of desire raced straight to her core.<br><br>Her knee bent, foot planting on the ceramic without her noticing, and she whimpered, head falling back against the tile as her knees sagged lightly. He would have to hold most of her weight. She shuddered at the water's slow, teasing trail, and is hand pressing against her mons. She yelped as he pushed his finger in, tightening around him in surprise, her hands clenching. Her hips bucked lightly, urging the digit towards that rough patch of skin that felt so good.<br><br>As his voice rolled through her, she nearly swooned, and once again clenched her inner muscles around his finger, gasping at the intensity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 00:59:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Mmmm Yes.</em><br><br>The sound and word came out in a half growl turning into a hiss. He felt her clutch his finger tight within her body, felt her walls collapse against to to try and hold him in. He released her nipple and moved his mouth to under her cheek biting her flesh, pinning her jaw. His teeth scratched at her skin even though he had not bitten hard and he created and image in his mind, pushing it out to see if she would see it as well.<br><br>Similar to the other night she was again on her knees, her upturned rear on display, this time each cheek of her pale ass was red from his grip. He thought of her petite waist with the lace and mesh of a garter belt, stretching across her flesh to stockings that would encase her legs. He thought of her in a dress, expensive in fabric and design, the skirt pushed up to expose her lower body. The strap of her thong pushed to the side and he was inside her, filling her, rocking her body forward with powerful thrusts. He recalled the memory of her moans, her voice, the cries of pleasure she made when he was inside her and he filled the air of the vision with them. The scent of their sex, their rutting like possessed beings. He encased her hands in velvet gloves that gripped at something undefined beneath them. He created the vision and sent it to her, waiting, hoping for her response.<br><br>As he created the vision he removed the finger, stepping to her body his hand gripped his cock and pushed it between her lips. As he sent the vision of them engaged he pushed up, entering her, he pushed and opened her with his head. He waited only a moment for her to register the intrusion before he lifted her a little higher and pushed his cock inside her. It was a steady assault, no wait, no pausing. A move of a piston into a her body.&nbsp; Roe forced her to open, accept his length and then grip him with her walls. A moved designed for her to feel every sensation of his penetration, his body and the pleasure he could provide her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 01:13:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her head moved back as his teeth fastened on flesh, and she moaned, as her mind was flooded with images. She squirmed against him, moaning out, both with disappointment as his finger withdrew and the hot image he sent to her. And then he was inside of her, no hesitation, pistoning within her tight passage. She shifted her hips, making every thrust rub against her gspot, and she yelped, crying out and arching against him, knowing full well that she would not be able to last long like this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 01:24:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He released her from his bite, licking at her skin, trying to taste sweat that was not there. His hips rocked, pulling his cock from her before thrusting back inside. Each push meant to open her, let her try and grab at his body. He accommodated her, bending enough that his head struck against the rough patch inside her, pushing it as if to break through. He spoke to her, each of his words sent to pluck at her body, to remind her of everything they had done, what they were doing now. He kept the vision strong, increasing the thought of the texture of the fabrics, how they felt on skin and how they rubbed the body. He sped up his thrusts, bringing more intensity into each stroke.<br><br><em>You <strong>Will </strong>cum on me like this, and then you will cum again. And <strong>only</strong> when I am through will I let you rest.</em><br><br>His hand did not release hers, it remained as solid and steal as it held her to her toes. The other hand reached down, between them, forcing her hood up and open so that the water between them would run atop her clit. He tapped at her clit with a fingertip. Not rubbing but a light tapping to tease and see if she would respond. He did not move to kiss her yet, instead he watched her. His eyes focused on her face as water bounced atop his skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 01:29:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned out, writhing against him, head fallen backwards, her face contorted with pleasure. She could feel the scratch of lace, silk sliding against her breasts, It was as if he was thrusting into her twice with every movement. He pounded her, pleasure so intense it was nearly pain, and she was powerless to resist, even had she wanted to.<br><br>"Roesuriel... oh Roe...." She moaned, gasping sharply as he tapped her, the water a sensual flow over her clit, sensations shooting back into her spine, driving her mad.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 01:39:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Mmm Tegan....I love your voice .</em><br><br>He removed the vision just as he drove into her harder and deeper than before. With a crash there was only the sensation of the now, the feeling of them together in the shower. He stopped tapping her and began to rub quickly across her clit, from left to right, moving her aroused flesh under his touch. Every motion was sent to drive her along the wall. He leaned over and licked at her shoulder. He stretched inside her, trying to deny her any respite, any release save an orgasm caused by his body.<br><br>Water bounced around their bodies, but to Roe the sound was lost. All he could hear was Tegan, all he could feel was her body atop his. Her heat, the sensations of her gripping him. He continued to push her, drive her. He wanted her to take his attentions and succumb to the pleasure he provided.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 01:47:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Again, she moaned out as he stroked her deep, roughly pressing against her g-spot, his finger working her clit, everything intensified as the world snapped back into focus. She cried out, tensing, tightening around him, and came, moaning his name, toes curling, hips bucking against him, arching off the wall, every sensation washing over her in a tidal wave, her juices soaking them. She whimpered as she came down, slumped within his arms, panting, eyes opening to stare at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 02:09:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He released her, letting her slump into his arms even as he withdrew from her body. He moved her hair out from her eyes and gave her a moment to breath. The water surrounded them ,covering both their bodies as he reached down to feel her. A finger, just one again, pushed inside and sampled how wet she had become.<br><em><br>We are not done, when we are I will tend to you and take you to your bed, and I will hold you as you sleep. Until then I want your body on me until there is no more.</em><br><br>He moved her, turning her so that her rear was to him. She could feel him still hard, still erect and now trapped between them. He spoke even as he pushed her shoulders forward, causing her rear to push tighter against him. There was a temptation, oh there was a great temptation, but they were not ready for it yet. His voice was soft, she should not be able to hear it over the shower, and yet it was right there, there inside her ears, tempting her with his words.<br><br><em>Tegan, tell me to make you cum again, tell me to fuck you. </em><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 02:17:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She draped over him, panting, languid, slowly returning to the shower, the water dancing across her sensitized flesh. She leaned against him, gulping for air a moment, her legs parting for his hand, and groaned as his finger slid easily in, shoulders dropping and neck stretching with the sensation. She nodded in agreement with him, looking up, before he turned her, bent her over. Her hands pressed against the wall, her cheek hot, the cool tile comfortable against the heat of their bodies, and she waited.<br><br>She groaned as his words sounded so close within her, a shiver running down her spine, water droplets tracing serpentine routes down, across her flat back, down her spine, across her ass, and down into the crevice. "Yes... please, more... I want you to give me more... make me come again..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 04:08:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her voice caused him to shiver as he heard her words. The sound, the desire that he could hear in the tone, maybe sounds she did not even know she produced, they called and lit him. He reached out, running a hand to touch her cheek, her chin, a simple gesture. He stepped forward, bringing himself once again to the entrance of her body. The hand pulled back, fingertips dragging against her cheek, her neck, across her shoulder and to her spine. With a slow push to enter her his nails began down her spine.<br><br>Matching the speed, for every inch he took , his nails scratched down her skin. Not the demonic talons he used to shred her clothes, but the nails of a lover, of a man. He pulled against her flesh even as another part of his body pushed, once against forcing her clutching sex apart as he sought to bury himself to his root. <br><br>The fingers stopped right atop the separation of her beautiful rear. Four red streaks of abrasions without blood. Four straight red lines leading the full length of her spine, two trails on each side. The paleness of her skin, the freckles, and now these marks. They would fade, yet he would always see them. He was inside her, and there he paused.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 04:14:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her voice escaped as she arched her back down, shoulders drawing back and together as his nails slowly raked down either side of her spine. Her fingers pressed into the wall, an she shuddered around him, her inner muscles clutching to him, her back arched down into a deep u-shape. "Roe... please..." She whispered, knees shaking slightly. She wouldn't be able to keep up with him for long, but she would hold out as long as she could. She loved the feeling of being bent over before him, his marks stinging lightly with the water, filled, possessed by him, there for his pleasure. She wanted to be his pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 04:33:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He prepared another vision, one carefully constructed and one they had never had before. Her hair was done in artful tresses, skilled curls that fell from her head. Her makeup was immaculate, highlighting her natural beauty and adding a beauty of its own. The leather of the cincher made her waist look even smaller, its rough embrace trapped sweat between its shell and her skin. Her back bore his marks, scratches that still carried warmth, no blood, but trails saying he had touched her more than once. The silk around her wrist was soaked, damp from the moisture of who knew what, but it did not hurt her, just bound her. Again he was with her, this time under her, she was bound to something above his head, and below her he watched. There was sound, sound of his voice, of their bodies, of the steady smack of her flesh to his as she rode him. His hands were upon her, holding her breasts, keeping them from pulling at her back even as he tugged against her nipples.<br><br>With this vision prepared he held it in check as his hands gripped her hips. He withdrew , preparing her for his body. And then he thrust, using his weight to drive her forward as he sent the vision. Again he hoped she could see, feel the image in his mind, feel the lust and the desire to perform acts that were for her pleasure as well as his. He drove forward and then pulled back, only to repeat. The was not gentle, it was with force. He did not go so far as to hurt her, pulling back instinctively with each thrust to deny her pain. he still could not hurt her like that. <br><br>He focused and sent the vision even as his body sought to pleasure her in this reality. This time he made no sound, instead he was driven by her voice, and not his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 04:48:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned out as he withdrew, panting, her inner muscles desperately clutching him in vain. And then he thrust into her, and she was somewhere else, bound, made up, on top of him. Her hips rolled in response to him, and she moaned again, eyes closed, his two selves thrusting into her two selves. She pressed against the wall with every thrust, pulled away as he withdrew, powerless beneath the onslaught, him driving her higher, further up, further away from reality. he water raining down on them forced her even higher, each droplet a small impact on oversensitive skin. She was close, again, holding on by finger tips. She waited, for his permission, for his command.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 07:31:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For the moment, he denied her. He made no sound save that of their bodies colliding.&nbsp; The water swirled the the scent of roses, seeming to infuse it into their skin. The sounds of the shower, the different tones of the water that landed on body to that which landed on tiles, played the backdrop for their meeting. it was punctuated again and again with the contact of her body and his. The escaped sigh or the moan was the accompaniment, the testament to the pleasure in the physicality of the act.<br><br>Roe had paid attention, he had listened and felt Tegan's body as it crested and fell leading to an orgasm. Her scent, her touch, her sound drove him and fed the demon's insatiable desire for lust. It was her body, something about her ability, that filled him like no other mortal had ever before. Something about her want, her need, that appealed to him, paralleled his own. And in that one moment he almost lost control. He felt his cock grow a bit larger, he felt his skin change and grow thicker, and he knew his eyes had lost all their normal colour, and now looked to the world and unnatural blue with black irises. He felt her want, her need, and felt her change. She was ready, wanting of the gift of pleasure.<br><br>He had done all he could to bring her, he could feel her building to her release, and he treasured the feeling. His hands moved to grip her hips as he stopped all motion. He was still inside her, glans only, as he waited. He gave her several heartbeats before he spoke. Again the demonic side was still in control, his voice roll from his lips to her ears.<br><br><em>I want you to cum for me Tegan, I want you to make yourself cum for me now. Take yourself on me and I will see you, hear you, serve you.</em><br><br>He pulled at her hips, just a little, but he did not force her upon him. No, she had the chance to take her self by pushing back, and then forward, finishing herself upon him as he stood as a still as a statue. He himself was close, and he relished the idea of her moving.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 04:58:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her gasp was nearly a scream as he stopped, and she whimpered in frustration, fingers curling against the wall. As his voice flowed over her, she made a soft noise in the back of her throat, her breathing nearing sobs. He wanted her to do what? But he wanted it. That was what was important. She followed the soft tug at her hips, pressing back against him with a soft groan, her inner muscles working over him, hips tilted so his length pressed against her front wall.<br><br>"Roe.." She moaned softly, "please..."<br><br>She pulled away, painstakingly slowly, hips slowly rolling with the motion, fingers clutching at the wall for support, knees shaking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 15:20:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe made sure to have her hips firmly between his hands, he lifted slightly, removing most of her weight from her trembling legs. All Tegan needed to do was rock, sway, and she would have all of him. She controlled the tempo and the intensity and he bore the weight of the meeting. He removed all visions again, leaving nothing but the moment, far more intense than a dream or an idea could be.<br><br>His abyssal self drank from the lust that Tegan provided, reveling in the moment of contact where they debauched themselves. The man lost him self in the sensations, the feeling of pleasure that they both shared. The Demon and man met at the middle ground. If Tegan was not ready to loose herself upon them, if she were not ready to thrust back and take them how she wished, then they would take her once again. <br><br>Roe leaned over and kissed the middle of Tegan's spin, lips parting the streaks of water that sluiced from her skin. He would know what to do with her next action.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 20:34:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Knitting her eyebrows together, she pushed back against him, sliding him deep, pressing back, enjoying the fullness, gripping him within her, and pulling forward, inhaling shakily. Her head dipped forward, as his lips pressed against her back, and she arched it up, pressing her back against his frame. She pressed back, rolling her hips, sliding him in and out, slowly, shallow, every breath a soft whimper, her bottom pressing back against his hips every time she pressed back, her back dipping down every time she pulled forward. She couldn't move as quickly as she wanted, as he wanted, she just didn't have the vigour so soon after the first time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 23:29:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe felt her, her every move and tremble. Knew that what she wanted she didn't have the strength for, knew that she would try until it consumed her. He reached a hand around her, holding her up, his arm running between her breasts, hand gently cradling her face. He lifted her chin, kissing the her neck and face, turning her to see his face as he spoke.<br><br><em>We go together.</em><br><br>His other hand reached around her waist, drifting to strike at her clit as he began to push her up with more force. He lifted her and then let gravity take effect, letting it drive her back upon him, atop him. He set the tempo, held her weight, but together they drove each other, and he was right with her in their impending orgasm. She wanted him, his body, him opening her, and he did. Aggressive and deep, he did jst ask he asked.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 00:11:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned softly as his arms encircled her, her customary shiver running down her spine as his lips pressed to her neck, his other hand pressing, and teasing her clit. She fell into the rhythm he set, rolling her hips in time as he thrust, and lifted, shuddering as the sensations washed over her, her inner muscles gripping as he dove them both higher, closer. <br><br>"Roe..." She groaned, already at the precipice, close, waiting. Her voice was low, strained, filled with every inch of lust she felt for him, every inch of caring, and every bit of need. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 00:32:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Tegan...</em><br><br>And she felt his body stutter before he dove within her with force and speed. Pushing and pulling her sex faster than before. If she remembered she would feel the slight tension, the pulse along his length before the first release hit her insides. She felt him cum, released and abandoned, his body trembling and pumping, not stopping as he came inside her. His fingers closed on her clit, holding, tugging hard as he pushed her from behind. His mouth found her and kissed, sharing with her in as many ways as he could. His tongue searching hers, his lips pressed hard as he held back a howl of pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 01:39:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She groaned as he moaned her name, her heart skipping at the need in his voice, and he lost rhythm. She clung on, trying to keep up as he drove in, filled her, his warm ardour pumping into her. She cried out as her tugged her clit, lightning strikes of feeling wracking her body. She let go, crying his name out as she came for the second time, arching beneath him, pressing herself back against him, her tongue meeting his in the kiss, eyes closed, pouring everything she had into that kiss.<br><br>Eventully, the tidal wave of bliss lapped away, and she panted, clinging to the wall, impaled on him, bent obscenely before him. Her cheeks flamed, and she smiled, unwilling to move just yet. She shifted in his arms, gasping as the motion moved him inside of her, and looked back to him, smiling, as the water pattered against their bodies. She had a big water heater, but it likely wouldn't last much longer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 02:19:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He saw that smile. He saw that smile and he approved, in every way. He didn't pull himself out, instead he ground his hips as if to stir her inside. He did that twice, a full pulling of her hips and body to his before he wrapped his arm around her and knelt, taking her with him, keeping her atop him. One hand up cupping a breast, holding and not playing, the other to her head, tilting her to meet him. His head bent down as he brought her head up, and he kissed her.<br><br>Roe knelt against the tile of the bath, insulating Tegan from the cold touch, his body still regaining full composure. In the past he would not even have been winded, and here he was panting. The feeling of being inside her, both of their orgasms consuming them, was delicious, extravagant. And so there he knelt, holding her, their bodies entwined and alive. Soon he would carrying her to her bed, but not just yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 02:27:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She groaned as he ground into her, her knees bending with his as he knelt them. She leaned back against him, head already turning for his kiss without the aid of his hand, her mouth pressing passionately against his, one languid hand rising up to cup the back of his head, holding him to the kiss. Her tongue swept his bottom lip, her teeth nibbling it softly as she explored him with her mouth, her back pressed against his warm front. She couldn't believe it had only been a day since she had summoned him. She was falling for him.<br><br>That realization came just as the water heater gave out, and the warm rain suddenly turned frigid. She jumped, yelping, tensing as the icy shower hit her full-force, driving her last thought from her mind and rinsing away the warm-fuzzies she'd been basking in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 03:04:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe smiled at the yelp, he could not help it, but he could move faster than she could. As she jumped he caught her and moved beside her, putting himself between the cold water and her skin. Calmly he reached down and turned the water to the off position, little tendrils of steam rising from his skin as he did so. He had not minded the sudden dousing, in fact, it may have been for the better.<br><br>He stood there, rivulets and motes of water running from his torso before turning around the look at Tegan. His naked and soaked state , either with their own mix or the water may not have helped, but he looked to her and smiled anyways.<br><em><br>Would you like me to carry your to your bed now, or should I dry you off first ?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 05:34:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stood, shivering softly from the last icy blast, the steamed up bathroom not quite warming her yet. She stared at him, wrapped in her own arms and swallowed the curse she was about to expel back. How could he smile after that? She stepped forward, to press her chilled skin to his heat, sighing in relief. Even though she felt less than willing to be carried anywhere at the moment, the water having effectively quelled any desire for that, she looked up at him and smiled. He wanted it.<br><br>"Dry first, please," she answered him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 05:59:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				OK<br><br>He could not stop smiling for some reason as he moved her from his body. She had a nasty shock, maybe a nicer one would help the balance. He turned her around and put his hands on her shoulders. Leaning forward he started to blow on her left shoulder moving toward her right. At first this might have seemed silly, like it would never work. And then a gentle air right between warm and hot blew across her body. The scent of ashes and roses swept the room, not the full on aphrodisiac he usually produced, but a different scent as he controlled some of the fundamentals of nature. Is was a calm heat, not a tempest, but a steady warmth that ended right before a chance to sweat. The room itself lost some of the steam<br><br><em>This is how I usually dry myself, I heat the air around me. I did the thing with your shoulders so you might enjoy it a little more. And yes, it is something i can do, I draw the heat from the moisture and remove that water, just a little reorganization. Not all powers are dangerous or use a lot of energy. </em><br><br>As he spoke he burned the water off his body, save for their hair, he left it slightly damp for each of them. He turned her back around so that he could look at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 12:17:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stared at him, mouth agape for a few moments after he turned her back around, her skin pleasantly warmed now, comfort restored. Her lips finally turned up, and she smiled to him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders in approval. It was amazing that he could do it, how he did it, as well. Who could have thought that he could remove moisture from the air? She'd always thought it was his body heat. Her eyes twinkled as she stared up into his eyes, remembering how she had pleased him, earlier, how he'd come inside of her just now. "I believe you promised to carry me to my room?" She asked, pride and happiness filling her voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 16:22:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe nodded and carefully swept Tegan up. This was not a display of anything more than the strength the body possessed, there was no hint of otherworldly abilities. This he did himself. He was warm, but not burning to the touch. It was the warmth of comfort, happiness, at being in a certain place, with a certain person. He debated internally another small use of abilities, and he felt it justified. <br><br>Roe created a small pocket of air, the same temperature as the room was now, and held it around them. Then, carrying Tegan as if she where made of porcelain, he started to the bedroom. The pocket followed them, and like blending water with two different temperatures, Roe eased the transition from the steaming bathroom to the cooler house. <br><br>He had not moved fast, enjoying just the feel and moment of carrying Tegan. It was something simple, something honest, a rarity in his long life. He moved into her bedroom, a grin as he though "Didn't we just start here?" and over to her bed. He looked at her once and then crawled onto the bed, still holding her close.<br><em><br>Are you very tired Tegan?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 15:31:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65875.msg3003030#msg3003030">Quote from: echoes on 05-05-2010, 16:22:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Roe nodded and carefully swept Tegan up. This was not a display of anything more than the strength the body possessed, there was no hint of otherworldly abilities. This he did himself. He was warm, but not burning to the touch. It was the warmth of comfort, happiness, at being in a certain place, with a certain person. He debated internally another small use of abilities, and he felt it justified. <br><br>Roe created a small pocket of air, the same temperature as the room was now, and held it around them. Then, carrying Tegan as if she where made of porcelain, he started to the bedroom. The pocket followed them, and like blending water with two different temperatures, Roe eased the transition from the steaming bathroom to the cooler house. <br><br>He had not moved fast, enjoying just the feel and moment of carrying Tegan. It was something simple, something honest, a rarity in his long life. He moved into her bedroom, a grin as he though "Didn't we just start here?" and over to her bed. He looked at her once and then crawled onto the bed, still holding her close.<br><em><br>Are you very tired Tegan?</em><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>A slow smile stole across her features, and she giggled softly as he lay them down, curling close, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. "Actually I think it was on the floor, over there," she replied, curled safe in his warmth. She had noticed the lack of post-bathroom chill, and appreciated it, making a mental note to ask him tomorrow about it. Her lips trailed languidly across his collarbone as he asked after her, and she smiled again, against his shoulder.<br><br>"Yes, but not sleepy," her face tipped up so her eyes could meet his, and she pressed a kiss to his chin. Her fingers slowly ran over his back in small circles as she lay in his arms, not entirely ambitious to move anywhere in particular any time soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 06:53:23</strong>
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				Roe kissed Tegan's cheek, his hand coming up to close her eyes, but he did not wish her to sleep. His body beside hers, lean, taut, hers to sample at her whim. He kissed both eyelids, soft, gentle touches as he leaned atop her. His chest pressed to her shoulder. His hand, having been done moved down her face, over her shoulder her and to her arm. The room was without the scent of roses, for now it was just the two of them there on the bed.<br><br>He was not bothered by her nakedness, no of his own. Roe did nothing to hide himself, not understanding the modesty some might possess. They had sampled one another, shared each others passions and releases. The memories still stood within his mind, the demon was sated. It was an unearthly hunger, a desire to be fed by desire itself. It went quicker as he used his powers, but it was a self replacing supply, taken from those he was with without hurting them. If he used his other powers there was more danger, once unleashed it was hard to reign in, and those powers fed on blood, fear and despair. <br><br>But for now he did not think of those infernal powers, or how Tegan would see him should he use them. He thought of the woman beside him, and how he had never felt a pleasure such as she had offered. He had been debased and debauched, used and commanded and each torment was exquisite in its suffering. But with her, with Tegan, he pleasured her as a man would and that made the difference.<br><em><br>If we are not to sleep, let us try talk. Tell me what is on your mind, but try not to arouse me if you can avoid it. I would hate to have to change your sheets this late in the evening.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 04:28:41</strong>
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				She smiled, blind for the moment, eyes remaining closed as she felt him, his slow breathing, his heat. The spicy smell of man, with that ever-present hint of roses. "I was wondering how you kept us warm," she said, truthfully. "When we left the bathroom. And what's your favourite colour?" she added. She didn't really know Roe at all. That realization caused her eyebrows to notch together, ad she turned her face up, keeping her eyes still closed. "You mentioned... two people last night, I think. Who were they?" She added, suddenly curious about him, wondering why he had fallen, how he had, how he was still like an angel, where he had come from, and all other sorts of questions she was likely better off not knowing the answers to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 04:58:39</strong>
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				He listened to her, it was the first time in his existence someone had asked him those questions, and he had to pause to actually think before answering. He used the time to steal a soft kiss, little more than their lips pressing to one another. The fingers of his right hand started to drift a lazy pattern on her upper arm. It took him a moment to realize that part of his essence was bleeding off, leaving a sigil that would last the night. It had been centuries since he last left a protection mark on someone. He had so few reasons in the past. She would not see it, but someone, or thing, would actively have to attack her and get through his defenses this evening. <br><br><em>I still have control of the forces of this world. Heat and cold, light and darkness. It costs very little to manipulate these things as I do. If I were to become as bright as the sun... that would have a higher cost of course. I can control a bit of the weather, but it was never my calling. And I like the colours Gray and Blue. </em><br><br>He thought to himself, that no one had ever asked anything of him save for sex and power. Again this stirred something inside him. It made him want Tegan around him all the more, the answers, the questions, her interest in him confused him because she did not use it to control him.Or did she? Was she weaving a snare even he was unaware of? He thought a moment, and then without hesitation he knew he would walk into that snare if it existed, and he was fine with that. After centuries, eons of perceived time, he was able to stay on the Earth and with someone who did not look to enslave him like a beast. <br><br><em>Mentioned two people...do you mean those who I served?</em><br><br>He was glad her eyes where closed as the sigil was complete and for a moment the room darkened as the powers where released. Any looking to pierce her mind or her body would be stopped cold until they could break through his protection. It would burn off with the coming of the sun, but it may offer her a some comfort in the evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 02:13:09</strong>
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				She nodded against his shoulder as he answered, "yes... I don't remember their names... Who are they? How did you serve them?" She asked, her eyes staying closed. She didn't wan to open them, really. She knew she was safe with him, and it was new to feel him, to hear his voice rumble across her chest, his breathing gusting across her hair. She knew what he looked like, but she had the rest of her senses to completely understand him by. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 02:40:15</strong>
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				There were mixed signals, and for a moment he seemed confused, but the smile didn't leave his face. He reached down, pulling at the sheet at the foot of the bed, he brought it up, covering both their lower body's, leaving their torso's exposed. He looked over her chest, the curve of her breasts and the deep pink nipples atop them. He looked at where he could see her ribs, down to the valley of her belly. The top of the sheet covered lower, a protection and a tease. <br><br><em>I... I won't use their full names, just... names can have power Tegan. They are Abyssal, Devils by another name, or demons. Az and Carn. Az is most commonly associated with lust, lascivity, sex. Guess you can figure out why I have an association with him. He takes the beauty from the act and makes it into a mockery, but that is his .... what is the modern term. Kink? Yes. I think that is what I understood in your class. Carn he delights in the tempting of men to obscenity and shamelessness. Specifically he likes when we, the Incubi, are so debauched as to break the concepts of obscenity and shame in our masters. Az is the more powerful of the two, and he is powerful indeed. My gifts are a pale shadow of his. </em><br><br>His fingers brushed hair from her face before tracing around her ear. His upper arm covered her chest, obscuring the sight from his eyes. He watched her before pulling her closer, more near to his body. Trapping their bodies together under the sheet, he entwined his right leg with hers. He listened to her heartbeat, her breathing, finding the simple sounds to be so relaxing. He kissed her shoulder and then lay down right beside her, holding her tight, enjoying the moment.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 04:28:20</strong>
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				Tegan remained silent, letting the moment stretch, curled close to him, the cool sheet against their heated flesh, his warm leg wrapped in hers. Her fingertips ran over the hills and valleys of his muscles, smooth flesh, soft, the bristle of the hairs on his leg coarse against her smoothness. His heartbeat thudded against her own, slower than hers, deeper. She tucked her head beneath his chin, relaxed, and her breathing slowed to mere whispers, deepening as she slowly drifted into half-sleep, exhausted, sated.<br><br>The sun was only dipping to meet the horizon, now, she would likely wake halfway through the night. Her mind, and body was calm as she slept, full lips parted lightly, an occasional soft rasp escaping her throat. His warmth, his protection covered her, cradled her in er sleep, and her dreams were quiet this eveing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 04:57:44</strong>
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				He watched her fall asleep, listened as her heart and breathing slowed. Not knowing if she would wake or not, he held her. Nothing would get to her from outside of his embrace, He felt her body against his, the smoothness of her skin, the way she fit to his body as she clung to him. He did not think of sex, finding that this pleasure also fed him. This simple and chaste happiness was intoxicating. And with that in his mind he closed his eyes. With the feeling of her breath on his skin, and the sound of her heartbeat in his ears he did something he had never done before. The demon slept. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 23:50:24</strong>
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				It is not a natural state for a demon to sleep, it is not a natural state to feel warmth other than their own infernal fire. However, at this moment one did. Roe responded to his human form, let it ache and be sore, worn and tired, as a human would without any demonic endurance. And so, he slept, and as he did his mind wandered. Tegan, sleeping within the protective embrace of his arms, could not have known that his dreams could take her to other times, but she was about to learn.<br><br>Roe had been an angel of sound and life, a worker with tone and timbre. He had helped create sound, making it move through the air, making it understandable to others. From the sounds of insects to the cries of eagles Roe had been involved. Tegan could feel his work, feel the sound as he was part of it, something simple and something unadulterated.&nbsp; He remembered the sensations of creation, of meaning something. He was, happy. As Roe lay beside her there was a brief moment where the angelic peace of his former existence became present. Something she had given him allowed him to reach back to a place where the concept of time did not exist. There where glimpse of a young world, and tones and sounds that she would only ever hear in her dreams, as they no longer existed.<br><br>The scene changed, something has caused a a rift, a difference. No longer was he a servant of creation, instead now his sounds were of pain, torment, suffering. His he no longer walked in the sunlight of the world he created, instead he stalked under hazy skies, a faint burn of ashes surrounded him. Below him the cracked Earth tried to refuse him. Even as he caused this she could feel his pain, that the suffering was against everything thing he had come to believe, he was a creator, a dreamer. But he was also a servant, and in that he performed his duty. The taste of blood filled his mouth, and his sorrow grew. His arms tightened around Tegan, in a manner half protective, half afraid of what he remembered. At the edge of the dreams dark things hovered, dark things he would not look at, that he he did not want to see.<br><br>Another change, an escape. For a few fleeting moments he was no longer the servant of destruction. From a charnel house stink of the world he rose, and for a moment he saw the sun. A creation of all the angels, of all the children of the world. His pulse increased and his breathing changed as he lay beside Tegan, for a moment a moment he was free and his joy and elation could be felt. The human heart in the form he now wore beat heavily.<br><br>And then the dreams ended, gone, locked away as a loss settled over him. He buried his face in Tegan's hair as if, even asleep, he was trying to hide his shame.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 18:53:34</strong>
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				As she slept, Tegan curled close, a smile curing her bottom lip as visions of flight, sound and beauty filled her mind, caressed by Roe's dream. A soft sigh of joy fluttered against his shoulder, and she revelled in the slow dance of tone he weaved. But that changed, quickly and sadly. Her eyebrows knotted together and a soft sound of protest escaped her. She pressed closer to him, terror, pain spinning through her mind. It wasn't her pain, she knew it, even dreaming. Her arms encircled him, pulling him close, as she desperately tried to fend off the pain, unsure how to stop it from everywhere. Something evil hovered at the sides, and she held closer, refusing to acknowledge them, feeling his fear. She wouldn't let them near.<br><br>And then it stopped, and they were back. She stirred, her eyes lowly opening, her arms locked around Roe. Her heart broke for him, and tears pricked her eyes. "Roe..." She murmured, realizing that he slept. A hand reached up, smoothing over his hair, cradling his much larger body against hers, hating his pain, the memory of his terror. She couldn't let him hurt like that. not ever again. He deserved better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 20:43:57</strong>
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				Roe curled closer to Tegan, finding some solace and peace within her embrace. Still asleep, he moved to her, his head hiding under in her hair. His lips finding her neck, kissing her softly even in his sleep. For the first time his body seemed normal, cooler than his usual heat. His arms remained around her, one hand resting on the curve of her flank, arm over her slim waist. For the first time his body was on display for her without him flooding the room with pheromones, without him looking like the object of physical gratification.<br><br>In the dim light of the bedroom he was simply male. Very real and beside her, she could trace the outline of his features as he slept there. His breath was shallow, still getting used to the use of a fully human form. There was the faintest hint of roses about his hair, he could not get rid of the scent entirely. There was also a new scent on his skin, for a moment it seemed odd, alien, but then it was familiar. Roe carried Tegan's scent as well. He smelled of her soap, her skin, of being close to her. He mumbled something and shifted , moving to fit against her, his bare body to hers, still asleep and seeming at peace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 16:04:32</strong>
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				Tegan drifted, half falling back asleep, His scent mingling with hers soothed her comforting her. She was safe, and so was he. This was right. She stretched out, early in the morning, and slowly eased herself from his hold. She silently padded around the room, tidying. She wasn't going to get any more sleep that morning. She paused as she grasped Alphonso, and grinned, putting it on her side table, before leaving the room, to catch up on the cleaning she had skipped while preparing for Hallowe'en night.<br><br>She hummed softly to herself as she wiped a damp cloth over her tables and mantle, turning an oldies radio on low. She smiled to herself, her mind drifting back to Roe in her bed. She was glad that e was sleeping. She had the feeling that it was an uncommon thing for him. Her mind trailed along to what she had dreamed, knowing it was from him. He hadn't done anything to be damned. Not a thing, he'd only been affiliated with the wrong angel. Her eyebrows inched together with anger. How heartless must a god be to turn his back on someone like Roe. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 17:32:28</strong>
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				If it could have been called sleep it would have been fitful at best. A dream state stuck in repetition of a life without a concept of time. He remained in the bed, half covered by a sheet for some time, waiting for his mind and body to reconnect and to wake up. It was the absence that finally stirred Row to waking. He could feel her near, in the apartment, but she was not beside him anymore, and there was a loss of contact. Something about the bond with Tegan always pulled at him, the mistake made in his summoning creating a link that was new.<br><br>Slowly Roe opened his eyes and took stock of the room around. Light did not affect his vision. Day or night, pitch black or under the sun he saw everything the same. He looked about Tegan's room, taking in the details and her possessions. He did not immediately go looking for her, he could feel her nearby, she was safe. He then sat up and looked about some more, finally noticing "alphonso" sitting on the side table. Something about the object caused a snarl to curl in his throat. he reached over and touched the item with a finger, that was a mistake.<br><br>The images and feelings associated with the toy flooded his memory and his mind. He saw tegan, her pleasure, her forced to rely on this instead of someone to be with her. And for a moment, the demon was jealous, Alphonso had been with her far longer than he had, and there was a part of the Demon that did not approve. Yet, it was a device of pleasure and Tegan's resonance hung about it, causing his skin to heat and the scent of roses to fill the room. He had to ask her what this was about.<br><br>Throwing off the sheet and taking the toy in hand, forcing his body to cool and the scent of roses to fade Roe stood and walked out of the bedroom. He was unconcerned by his nudity, or the semi-state of arousal that the feelings had caused. Like a missile he homed in on Tegan, knowing where she would be by her thoughts. He walked into the room and looked over to her, a look of confusion and admitingly, some mild interest on his face. In his hand the toy remained, and he held it up as he spoke.<br><em><br>Good Morning Tegan. What in the name of the first five circles, is this?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 03:50:20</strong>
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				She felt somehow as he stirred, slowly waking, and smiled softly, continuing on with her chores. He would come, she knew, she could feel him nearing. A sultry smile slid across her features as she caught the smell of roses clinging to him. "Morning," She replied, turning , finally to greet him, eyebrows raising softly as he held the vibrator out to her, and despite any intentions a flush chasing across her features. "It's ah... well It's my vibrator..." She hesitated, voice soft, even though she had meant for him to find it, she had meant for him to question her. Now that the time had come she found herself blushing, embarrassed.<br><br>She knew he knew what she had done with it. That cock in his eyebrow, the lilt in his tone, gave it away. Her eyes slid down, away from his gaze and she shrugged. "It was the you before you were here," she offered the redundant explanation, swallowing as she turned back to the papers she had been straightening for the recycling bin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 04:13:12</strong>
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				<em>A vibrator.. a ..toy.. for your pleasure. You... I saw</em><br><br>He stumbled over words for a moment as he lowered his hand holding the toy. He felt her discomfort and that was not the intended effect. He paused, realizing it was absurd the feelings of jealousy for a toy. It was her pleasure, and he was now here for that. He walked over to her, standing behind her for a second before stepping to her and letting her back rest against his chest.<br><br><em>I saw you, felt you on it, I was... I was jealous, I am sorry. </em><br><br>He leaned over and kissed her cheek softly. His lips were warm to the touch, his body as well. He did not flood the room with his scent, controlling it as he stood behind Tegan. He set the toy on the table near where they stood, his hands came up and rubbed the tops of her shoulders. He was still naked behind her, still in a partially aroused state, but he tried not to make it noticeable as he rubbed her shoulders.<br><em><br>You have class today, later if I remember correctly. would you like to get used to wearing me now, or before we leave?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 04:28:51</strong>
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				His stumbling over the words made her blush harder, s she leaned back against him, seeking his support as if he had always been there. She shrugged at his inquiry, her eyes finally opening to look at him. "You know, I've never come from that like I have from you..." She murmured, trying to make him feel better. Then an idea half dawned on her, escaping her lips before a thought could subdue it.&nbsp; "You could give it a try, you know? It is nice..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 05:52:50</strong>
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				<em>Could give it a try?<br></em><br>There was an innocence in the voice, he did not try and read her mind or thoughts, instead wanting to hear her own words of what she was considering. His hands moved slowly, working her skin and muscles through the shirt she was wearing.<br><br><em>What are you thinking Tegan?</em><br><br>It was hard to fight the arousal that she caused, just her by being her. By being Tegan. He knew some of it was the demonic in him, but there was more than just that. More than just a bond they shared. She was a woman who had gone so far as to summon a lover to have her needs fulfilled, a woman who never should have needed that. She was beautiful to him, arousing and sexual. Her bliss was as intoxicating as his powers at time and he found that the man and the demon hungered equally. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 13:52:42</strong>
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				Her cheeks shot through with a deeper blush, and she half turned, looking up to him. Again, she shrugged. "I dunno... just..." It was difficult to put emotions into words, and this early in the morning, her higher thought processes hadn't really kicked in yet. "I guess I'm just kind of surprised at how much I care about you from two, three days of knowing you?" She tried, "and I want you to be happy... always.I suggested we try Alphonso together together so you would understand that a vibrator is nothing compared to actually having a partner who knows what he or she is doing..."<br><br>Her eyes dodged his once again, and she pressed close, heart thudding in her chest. "Roe, I think I'm falling in love with you. I can't think of anything else, I don't want anything but you to be happy..." Her voice held a note of uncertainty and fear. How was it that she could feel so strongly for a demon? Let alone one she had met two nights ago? she knew that she would die for him in an instant, and that should he disappear, she likely wouldn't survive long.<br><br>But she was still uncertain as to why she was in love with him. Was it the link? Was it him being a demon? Was he influencing her? She had no illusions that women had pined for him till they died before. Was she just another weak woman that could not handle a demon's influence on her emotions?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 16:08:26</strong>
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				Roe listened carefully to the words as Tegan spoke, the demon in him giving a roar of success as she told him how she felt. The man inside him yelled just as loud and surprised the Demon. He helped her complete the half turn that she had already started. He looked into her eyes and spoke very carefully.<br><em><br>Tegan, listen to everything I say before you react,please. </em><br><br>He waited for her to nod or respond before continuing. There was something in his voice, a sincerity or a need that he had. He wanted to make sure she was listening to what he had to say.<br><br><em>I am a demon, I have had people fall in love with me before, but never have they wanted me happy. They fell in love with lust, with sex or power, never with me. They have never asked about me, wondered, they have only wanted and taken from me. But I believe you, unlike anyone before you, I believe you. And... I have feelings I don't understand or know. I feel them for you. I want you happy, I want you safe, I want you to be mine. </em><br><br>He paused and swallowed.<br><br><em>I think I am learning what love is as well, and you are my teacher. Can we learn together, with each other?</em><br><br>Roe leaned forward and kissed Tegan softly. No powers, no additives. Just the faintest contact of a chaste kiss. She could see him resisting the urge to flood the room, see how important what he just said was to him. His hands moved to hold her hands, waiting to see her reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 15:41:11</strong>
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				She rested in the cradle of his arms as he spoke, blinking hard at his words, holding her tongue through his short speech, her heart thudding loudly in her chest. Wordlessly she nodded, blinking even harder as he asked her, overcome by how she felt. As he pulled away from the chaste kiss, she followed, rising up on her toes, her lips pressing hard against his, tongue darting along the seam of his lips. There was no way he was getting away from her with that little kiss after telling her he felt the same way. Her hands squeezed his, her palms pressing against his, body flush aganst his, wanting to feel him, reassure herself that he was real, what he had said was real.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 17:28:16</strong>
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				The earlier jealousy was forgotten, and this time, the embrace was not even for arousal. It was for trust, a little bit of fear and trepidation of the unknown. Roe wrapped his arms around tegan's lower back, he bent his head, and without the use of any power or magic he kissed her. He kissed her with the sole desire to make her knees weak. A kiss mean to give without taking, to share his feels and emotions with her in one touch.<br><br>Never mind that he was naked and holding her. Never mind he was a summoned demon that was meant to look appealing to her and others. He didn't want his power right then, he wanted her by his own ability, and he wanted her to want him for being there as a man.<br><br>His lips parted and his tongue met hers, his eyes closed and his head canted forward. He let himself go in the moment, just experiencing holding Tegan as if this were the first time he had done so. In a way it was, always before their holding one another had been after they had pleasured one another. This time was for them and he enjoyed it.<br><br>He broke the kiss to look at her.<br><br><em>Tegan, thank you.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 20:40:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She clung to him, cheeks flushed, her knees threatening to give out. He had never kissed her like that before. No influence, no magic, just a man, kissing a woman with everything he felt behind it. She smiled softly, feeling a prickling behind her eyes. "Roe..." She whispered softly, a sob of laughter bubbling in her throat. "How are we ever supposed to get anything accomplished when all I can think about is you...?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 08:26:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe wondered the the answer as well, what was he becoming, what was he needing. There was something about Tegan that continually burned him. The desire was palatable, his need for her growing to be some greater that what he had experienced before.<br><br>But there was a worry, what about when the demon needed to feed, when the act of sex was not enough? What about when the demon needed Tegan's submission, her desire to be forced and fondled with a casual and seemingly careless hand? How could he explain that at times, there had to be what many would call suffering?<br><br>He held her , hugging her to him for a moment so that she could not see his concern. The thought of her, on her knees before him, bound and supplicant fought for dominance within his head of visions of them in the throes of release. Could he explain that one of them would have to know pain of some kind at times to keep the demon at bay, at rest? To sate the desires of the creature and possibly the man. He remembered their first encounter, the fear, the arousal, the hungry want of force and fervor. He was still a demon no matter how hard he tried not to be.<br><br>He knew there was a possibility he would be missed, that another may come for him, to look and see if he was performing as a demon should. How would he hide their bond, only debased acts would cloak them from the general glances of another fallen. And what if there was one he would have to destroy to protect her? So many potentials, so many variables.<br><em><br>Tegan, we will find a way, but you will have to know more about me and potential problems I might cause. I will not have you harmed because of what I am, but there will be times that I am still more demon than lover, and you should know about this.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 02:25:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan tipped her face up to him, and smiled softly, nodding. "I remember," she replied, mind idly returning to their first night. "I don't know exactly what you will need from me, but I want to give it. Everything I have." She added, eyes meeting his. "It's all of you I'm falling in love with, and if sometimes you need me to do things to keep you from hurting, just tell me, and I'll do it." Her wide, green eyes met his dark ones, and her hand gently slid along his jaw, as a light blush sprung across her cheekbones. "Some of it I think I'll like," She added, remembering briefly how he had responded the time she had offered her submission, when she had been so angry he had reacted in kind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 02:13:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan, you have class soon, And I will go with you, but...<br><br>He looked at the young woman, young not only in mortal age but to his timelessness she was still spring and he was many seasons withdrawn. He saw her, so pure, so alive, so full of joy and happiness. He feasted on this, drawing it in, but she must be made to understand how serious his needs could be. His voice changed, deepened and crawl about her skin like a dark shroud. There was still the warmth, but she could feel his lust stirring in the words.<br><br><em>We must be sated before your class lest either of us grow to wanting. If you want to take the first step on this road, strip yourself, you will not need your clothes. Strip yourself and kneel here in the middle of the room. We will stay at the edges of some of my pursuits, but you will begin to see some of that which I will show you.</em><br><br>He leaned over, taking her lip and bit it gently, a hint of pain, nothing more. he released her, seenng how she would act to the command in the form of an invitation. He watched her, savoring the idea of her undressing for his pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 02:39:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan gasped, her eyes widening as his voice dropped, warm velvet with a hint of thorns. She shuddered as he spoke, his words heating her skin, wrapping her in pure, dark want. She swallowed, and licked her lips, shifting in his arms, her thumbs hooking into the waistband of her boxers and panties, pushing them down to pool on the floor around her ankles. Her eyes bore into his, her cheeks high, again, with a flush, as she leaned back to tear her t-shirt off, throwing t god knew where. She couldn't help but moan, as his teeth pressed into her plump bottom lip, the pressure shooting to her lower stomach, somehow divine and erotic. She stared at him for a moment, nude, and awed, before her knees bent, and she knelt before him. She was a moth to his flame, desperate to give him whatever he wanted. She trusted him to teach her what he needed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 03:42:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Look straight ahead Tegan, do not follow me, I will be here, I will not leave, but I may leave you wanting. I may leave you at the edge and keep you there, keep your attentions firmly in my grasp for as long as I wish.</em><br><br>Roe walked around Tegan, taking in the canvas of her skin. The pale tone with the light freckles, the way her hair fell behind her head, to her shoulders and her back. He looked at the curve of her ass, poised atop the heels of her feet. He stepped closer behind her, his heat radiating to her, around her.<br><br>His voice was soft, a feral purr of sound never seemed to go any farther that her ears. He bent over, his lips right at her ear. She could smell the roses, the leather and the scent of sex that had not even occurred this morning. She could smell Roe.. but also something new. He carried her scent, her arousal and release with his own.<br><em><br>Tegan, keep your arms to your sides, reach up and cup your chest. lift your breasts slightly and place thumb and forefinger on your nipples. Every time I say again you with pinch and hold them, do not release them Tegan, holding yourself will.... please me.</em><br><br>There was the smell of charcoal and ash, a heat spike in the room. Roe moved around to her front standing not a foot away, He was bare in front of her, exposed, and she could see him hang with some arousal, He was as she had perceived, created by her lust, her want and desire. But now, her desire and his were finding new ground to break and he wanted her to be with him as they did it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 12:21:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan followed his every instruction, her eyes focusing on the wall before her, swallowing in anticipation. Her blush spread from the tips of her ears down er breasts as he appraised her, a shiver running up her spine. Her breathing deepened as he stepped closer, her eyes closing as his&nbsp; scent washed over her, leather, sex, and roses, and something else. Her back arched slightly, as his lips teased, an inch from her ear.<br><br>She couldn't help but moan softly, as his low, commanding purr drove directly home. She felt something clench deep within her, and she swallowed, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips in nervous anticipation. Her elbows bent and she did as he commanded, cupping, and lifting her breasts, her finger and thumb finding their place against her nipples. Her breathing deepened and she shuddered, feeling moisture begin to mingle upon her folds. She kept her eyes focused on the war wall, her back crawling, waiting for him.<br><br>He passed into her line of vision, and she couldn't help but have her eyes focus on all she could see, which, granted, as his midsection. She stared at him hungrily, as he grew, and she bit down on her bottom lip, a soft reminder to stay put. Her toes curled beneath her bottom, and Tegan's heart felt heavy in her chest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 00:12:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe had, at one time, been an angel of creation. A divine being that had made parts of the world from nothingness, from the dark and absence of thought. With so much to work with, there was very little that he could not do. His will manifested itself, the scent of ash and charcoal the subtle signs of his changing the raw material of the world into tools of his wants.<br><br>Tegan's discarded clothing changed, broke apart and reshaped as Roe's mind enforced his will upon it. Two coils of rope, made soft and strong, silently moved across the floor. Looping and uncoiling from the base pile where it started.<br><em><br>It is not alive Tegan, it will not hurt you.</em><br><br>His voice was still deep, a heat in it that filled the room with a darkened warmth. She could tell he saw her, watched her. That her arousal was apparent to his view and that already he had begun to feed. The first touch of the rope crested her ankle, wrapping around, looping, tying, slowly threading itself over her skin. Over her lower leg and then her thigh. Up, over, repeating itself again and again, binging the lower leg to the thigh.<br><br>As this happened a second rope began to wrap itself over her other leg, repeating the process, slowly binding her lower leg to the thigh. both ropes worked silently, no effort as they coiled and bound Tegan's flesh. They pulled tight, not biting into the skin, but adding a distinct pressure, a reminder of the restraint of Roe's powers. The ropes began to wrap around themselves, behind her knees, causing tension and making it so that she could not slip free.<br><br>Soft was the sound of the rope on her flesh, like the drawing of scales across a dry surface. Roe moved around her once more, Again appraising her body with the addition of the bindings. As he moved out of her vision she could see, he had grown even more aroused, the scent in the air was building as he watched her. He drew on the tie and the bond that they had and manipulated the flow of pleasure. When he commanded her to squeeze her nipples it would not only satisfy the flesh there, but it would also create pleasure on her folds. He would also be able to feel the pressure, the sensation of her self administered torture. Again he leaned down behind her, not letting her see his face, his breath played across her exposed throat.<br><br><em>I can taste you Tegan, your arousal, your want. Now, follow my command. Again.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 00:47:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan hadn't known there was anything amiss until he had softly reassured her. A startled gasp escaped her, as she felt something softly wrap around her ankle, and her head ducked, breaking her stare, to look down as the ropes slid around her. Her eyes snapped back to the wall, as she realized what she had done, and her teeth worried against her bottom lip. She tensed, as the ropes bound her, The comfortable tension settling over her like a protective net. <br><br>The hairs on the back of Tegan's neck stood on end as he slowly circuited her once more, her breasts swelling slightly. She was effectively bound to the spot, she couldn't move without toppling herself one way or anther. His scent filled the air in a delicious miasma and she was hard put not to close her eyes, let the perfumed air take the driver's seat. She shivered as his lips teased without touching, her head canting to the side, unable to resist the offering of submission. Her tongue was heavy in her mouth, and she shivered, clenching within, as the command pressed her. Her thumb and forefinger squeezed, and she moaned, back ramrod straight. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 09:04:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The scent of ash filled the air again, as more matter was made to soft rope. He reached out from behind, taking Tegan's neck through her hair and closed his grip as if her were to pick her up. There was no doubt in the demonic strength, he could have lifted her with ease. His palm rested flat against the neck, fingers to one side, thumb to the other.<br><br><em>I did not ask you to look down. Now ... again.</em><br><br>The new rope curled up and against her body, moving to her arms the begin the process anew. Around the forearm and then the Upper arm, Binding the limb just as it had done the leg, trapping them in the flexed position. The rope wrapped around itself binding her tight. <br><br><em>What should I do with you Tegan? Should I let you service me, sate me and leave your own desire unfulfilled so that when we return you push me to a wall and have your way with me? Should I fill your head with visions and possibilities until your body releases of its own accord.... Oh... I forgot... what of that devilish toy... mayhaps you should ride and rut with it in your state right now, See if it can please you as I have.</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 12:23:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan gasped as his hand took possession of her neck, spine stretching, her head tipping back against his palm. A soft noise as she pinched her nipples once more, and she shifted slightly in her position the rope binding her arms, trapping her, embracing her. She shuddered at his every word, warm breaths panting across her moist, red lips, her eyes already glazed by arousal.&nbsp; She squirmed as he mused aloud, suggesting delicious tortures. Her eyelids slipped to half-mast as she whimpered softly, mind swamped with him. His smell, his scent, the way he moved, his hand controlling her, the way he had bound her fast. She didn't bother replying. She doubted she could even has she dared. Instead, she sat, shuddering, staring at the far wall, and tried to hold position.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 20:56:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>No.... I know what I want.... Close your eyes Tegan. and you must keep them closed tight, no matter what you feel and how bad you want to look you cannot, not yet.</em><br><br>Roe used his hand to guide her forward, now not longer sitting straight up, but curved, the expanse of back exposed. He held her for a moment longer, making sure she understood to stay before he removed his hand and let it trail down her neck. He moved his fingers, letting them play along her spine before removing his hand and stepping one, then two steps away from her.<br><br>The room exploded into a wet and heavy heat. It was not warm, now flooded with a burning with no smoke, no hint of fire. The center of the temperature was Roe, now Rosuriel, his eyes had rolled and now burned with a deep blue even as matching tears ran over his skin. It was good that he was bare, the wings, sprouting and forming from his back would have shredded his clothing. They appeared to be the source of the dampness, as if a bird had just emerged from an egg and not yet dried. He could not flare then for fear of destroying the room, thus the increase of heat.<br><br>He hated this about himself. That he fed on her fear and lust in equal measures and that both would sate him, and that she felt both because of him. He did not want her to see him, his wings of fire coloured feathers. He refused his demonic countenance, it would have been easier to assume, instead he was a mockery of his former self, and it was far more painful to manifest. A reminder of his role in all this. But what could not be denied, what flooded through the room and the heat was the presence of a fallen Angel. The one time servant of the divine now of the abyss. Made flesh by Tegan's words and will, and bound to her with her blood. A tool of creation and all that it entailed. For the first time, Tegan had a chance, the moment, to feel the power emanating from her chosen lover.<br><br>Rosuriel hated his forms, all of them, and at times like this he channeled the hate as carefully as he could. He flexed the wing and turned, sending the appendage to Tegan. Across her back the weight of hundred of feathers, but not like any bird she had ever felt or seen. The quills scratched with out breaking the skin. The feathers were as hot to the touch as his skin was at the height of his arousal. The texture felt as if the feathers where a soft leather.&nbsp; <br><br>He did not strike her skin, there was no smack or thud upon her. He brought the wing across her flesh like introducing someone to a flogger. Letting them feel the instrument before its usage. The wings circulated his scent, the pheromones , the roses and ash, across and over her body. His arousal, her arousal, their scent mixed together in some exotic perfume.<br><em><br>Again... and tell me what you will take from me Tegan. Do you want more?</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 01:18:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan yearned to glance at him one last time, as he told her to close her eyes, but did as she was told, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Her eyes shut tightly, she was filled with him, his scent, and his presence. She leaned down, double, as he guided her down, laying flat across her own knees, her back curved out. She breathed slowly through her nose, eyes still closed, and waited. A shiver chased his fingers down his spine, and a soft groan escaped. <br><br>She gasped as hot humidity flooded the room, coughing, her lungs protesting the sudden change. Sweat sprung to her skin, as she panted, pressing closer to the floor, trying to avoid the tropical heat. Fear thrilled through her blood, slowed by the lethargy of lust. Every breath pulled her closer to orgasm, she was so swamped with his virility. As the scalding leather, dotted with thorns scratched across her back, she gasped again, moaning at the hot weight, one hundred thousand nails scratching down her back, the skin reddening already. <br><br>She shivered hard, her entire body shuddering, as she moaned, panting, waiting for something she couldn't predict. She'd barely heard his words, and her fingers squeezed, attuned for his word. She cried out, back arching down, though she didn't lift herself. she panted, squirming on the floor, eyes squeezed shut tightly. She wished to see him, wondering what he had, where the humidity had come from, but she didn't dare. He had told her not to, and this was not the time to disobey. She shivered as his liquid chocolate voice burned around her, whimpering. "Yes...." She hissed, a whimper trilling her voice. "I want you... all of you...." She whispered softly, knowing he would hear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 02:15:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her fear and her responses flooded Roe's body and under their emotions he grew hard, hanging between his legs. He took a stance, on foot poised before the out and his left wing drew back as if to strike Tegan's bare and unprotected back. It was all he could to resist, to not send the leather textured feathers to her skin with a whip's crack of pain. He bit into his lip, his lust almost completed sated on her arousal and her fear.<br><br>With a wrestled control he moved the wing forward, the tips of the pinions starting at her&nbsp; left hip, moving up, over her skin, under her hair and across her neck. He took a step forward and then the right wing repeated the same motion, pushing against her body letting her experience his rough caress. No blood draw, had that happened he would have to run lest he give into the lust for more. He was pushing all limits and the room filled with energy.<br><em><br>Again Tegan.. and again.</em><br><br>He moved in staggered steps, her arousal and fear making him lose all thought other than her. He stumbled and knelt behind her. His body pressing to her, erection parting the lips of her quivering and drenched sex. His hands went to her hips, gripping her and holding her so that she was unable to move back against him. His body had never been this hot before. Almost burning to the touch but leaving her unharmed.<br><em><br>Tegan... Again... you can... right now.</em><br><br>His voice was strong even if imperfect. He moved her hips and his own. She could either go without him or she could thrust back, impale herself and culminate the act. In one moment she could have him, his release and her own. One last act, one last thought before his mind slipped and the demon and the man lost themselves to the animal inside all people.&nbsp; He wrapped his wings about her body, about both of them. The scent of there release flooded around them, the want and need that had been his shared with her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 03:20:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan stiffened as the leather drew back, waiting for the stiff smack across her back, unable to help bracing herself. Instead he slowly dragged it up her back, to her neck. Twice, different angles. She stretched her spine as he slowly drew it up, shuddering softly, a whimper slipping from her throat. Her fingers squeezed in response to his words, and she gaped at each one, shivering, each squeeze sending a bolt of arousal to her core. driving her higher, wanting him more. <br><br>She pressed her back into his scalding frame, hissing in pain and surprise, but not wincing away. She shuddered against his hands, her fingers responding to his commands, completely unable to resist him. She moved with him as far as she could, shuddering against him, straining against the ropes to accept him into her. She arched her lower back down, presenting herself to him, leaning against him for balance and support.<br><br>He finally slipped home and she cried out, gasping as he pressed in, filling her, burning hot, and yet not really hurting her. Thousands of tiny thorns scratched her body, and she moaned. They were nowhere near deep enough to cut, just a thin scrape across her body, almost a sunburn. She moaned out his name, eyes still closed. "Please...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 01:21:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe entered Tegan using all the resolve that he could muster. His glans opening her, spreading her, turgid and full, filling her body as she forced herself back to him. He moved to meet her, as slow as she was, resisting the urge to rend her open, to thrust deep and hard until she screamed. The sensation was his own torment, the pleasure of her body offered in a manner that caused a physical ache. He opened his mind to Tegan's not masking his ascent to Orgasm.<br><br><em>Tegan, Again</em><br><br>When she said "please" he cried out and his body shuddered, forcing Tegan to the root, spearing her even as he pulsed and began to cum. His wing shivered around them, the sound of leather atop leather, of thorns catching and pulling one another. The Scent of his release flooding the cocoon that held them. He moaned and his head fell forward, finding the back of her neck and biting over and over again. None of the bites where hard, not much more than teeth catching skin. <br><br>Calling her name, he let all his strength flood from his body with the spend coating her insides. His wings began to retract, uncovering the two of them as his orgasm began to subside. He cried against her back, the pain of the act finishing him, causing his body to shake lightly. The pain was still arousing, wanted, but he finally closed that part of his mind. Roe did not want Tegan to know that yet, but he made his peace that she would know in time.<br><br>The tearing of the flesh, as the wing vanished, the blending of the abyss and the mortal world, and then the healing of his back. The only remains of the once displayed wings were two thick trails of blood over the skin where the wings had been. Roe lay curled atop Tegan, his breathing pushing hard to her skin. It was warm, but nothing like the heat of the rest of the room. The ropes vanished, simply turning into a red rose smelling mist. His hands ran up and down her upper arms.<br><br><em>Tegan...</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 01:45:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan opened for him, body and mind. Her mind was saturated, in lust, in him. She needed his happiness, she would do anything for it. The sharpness of pain threaded through her mind, wanting, and needing enveloping the sharp sting. And his mind flooded her more. Lust, agonizing pleasure, need, everything he felt for him reflected back. She was defenceless against the flood, and allowed herself to be swept away, his orgasm taking her over, her body responding in kind. A scream wrenched from her throat, as her body arched back against him, tightening around him, the sharp pleasure electric through her veins.<br><br>His teeth claimed her, and her neck bent, offering herself to him. She screamed his name, as she spent herself, feeling stretched across a chasm, spread too thin. She lost herself, overtaken by him, the way they met. He was her other half, and there was no separation between the two. She was his, and he was hers. <br><br>She panted, collapsing in his embrace, mind still flying, eyes still closed, blind to the world, nothing but him, her heart, pounding through her ears. She didn't notice as he pulled his mind back, she couldn't. There was so much of him flooding her, too much to notice a part closing. She panted, collapsed across her carpet, her arms sprawling out from her body, legs still folded beneath her. His breaths gusted across her hot flesh, her sweat stinging the tiny scratches, the tender flesh from his piping skin pressing into hers. She shivered slightly beneath him, tears of release slipping from between her eyelids, stinging down her cheeks. <br><br>She shuddered as his hands slid over her arms, panting, a sob catching in her chest. "Roe..." She whispered, the weight of everything behind the word. Her spend and his coated her, her inner thighs, their sweat mingling across her back, in the scratches.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 05:20:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe moved, but it was more the controlled collapse of a man drunk of release and over full of power. His eyes focused and then dilated,then focused again as he remembered in this for he had to breath. He moved beside her on the floor, his hand passing over her back, closing any marks on her skin but leaving the sharp sensations of the scratches still in place. His breathing started to return to normal and he reached for Tegan's hand.<br><br><em>Tegan, Look...look at me... that....so powerful</em><br><br>He held her hand and waited for her to turn to face him. He watched over her, sweat matting his hair to his head. A blush of life covering his neck and face. he held her hand and squeeze it gently... <br><br><em>I ...I am still burning Tegan.. I have to cool down before I touch .. Are you... so beautiful... so....</em><br><br>Roe closed his eyes and sent the vision of Tegan bound and bent to Tegan herself. He sent his Awe, desire, the sheer want and need for her. He also sent how protective he was , the irony of a demon protecting her may have been lost as they lay there. he brought her hand to his mouth and he kissed her fingertips. <br><br>He lay there, with her, holding her hand and touching her fingers. His body radiating heat seemed on a consistent burn. He swallowed, bringing his breathing once more under control. he watched her, listening to her. His eyes finally adjusting back to normal as the blood on his back dried under the intense heat. he lay there, staying there to watch her, see her, just be close.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 11:43:06</strong>
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				As he slipped from her, she toppled to the side to face him, eyes still closed, panting slowly. She shivered as his heat left her fevered flesh, and his hand passed a hairsbreadth from her skin. There was nothing that bled on her back, though a few of the deeper scratches did part heal. At his invitation, her eyes opened, and fluttered, lids half closed as she gazed at him, eyes glazed with exhaustion and tears. She stared at him as a starving man would a buffet, her hand trembling within his larger one. She squeezed his hand back lightly, never wanting to let go.<br><br>Her tongue flicked out over her dry lips a he spoke again, half formed sentences. At that moment she hated how he burned like that. She wanted closeness so badly. It felt as if there was a hook in her chest, attached to him. Whenever he strayed too far, she hurt. Right now, she was already too far. She nodded to him, silently, not sure that if she vocalized any sense would come of it. Her thoughts were scrambled, what luck did her words have?<br><br>Her eyes closed with his, and she gasped, as emotions, an image of her plastered against the backdrop of closed eyes, and her hand tensed in his, squeezing hard in his grip. Her eyes prickled anew, and her body begged for his at her back, holding and protecting her. Buts he knew that was more dangerous than keeping her distance. She remembered two nights ago. The cold shock of water, the fevered unconsciousness. Her eyes opened s his lips found her fingers, and she stared at him, emotions swirling through her, how she yearned for his closeness, how much she wanted him, how she would want him forever, good, bad, and anything in between. <br><br>Her breathing slowly returned to normal, sweat still a sheen across her body, his heat keeping her from getting cold after release. Her eyes gazed into his, as she tried to send back to him, everything in her heart, the indescribable feeling of joy he gave her, how she could not ever imagine him far from her. Slowly, her eyes focused, and her heart slowed, and she managed to offer him a small smile, fighting the urge to curl up within the curve of his body, knowing if she did, he would hurt the same, wanting her, knowing he would be harming her. She squeezed his hand softly. "Go cool down, Roe," Her voice was gentle, and her yes honest. "I'll follow. Tell me when you're okay..." She knew he would go to the shower. She wouldn't be far behind. She couldn't stand being that far away from him, not now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 17:43:37</strong>
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				Rosuriel had centuries to practice the art of seduction, to practice the art of pleasure. But he had never had to understand want for himself. The demonic nature had known drive, had known instinct, but never choice. Roe the man, days old, learned more from the woman beside him than Rosuriel had in centuries. All of his arts could only just barely balance a scale with what she had shown him. But just as she balanced his knowledge, there was a new feeling as well.<br><br>There was shame in what he was, for the first time he knew a sadness for his state. It was born of the desire to stay with her, near her, and knowing that he could possibly kill her if her did. The other demons, the greater and the Devils themselves, had wanted their hosts to create shame in their victims. It was the Incubus' lot to debase and destroy those around them with lust, with want, with the fulfillment of their desires. It was their purpose to consume their summoner like a fire, and they had been cursed so that they truly could burn someone with passion.<br><br>He held back the sorrow and his shame from his face. He brought her hand up and kissed her fingers , one kiss to each tip, one more time. closing his eyes he altered the air about her, keeping the temperature steady so that while he soaked she would retain and keep her warmth, and a little bit of his. <br><br><em>I...I will be back. I promise. And I will carry you and we will... I will get to hold you then.</em><br><br>He nodded as he spoke, a simple childlike sincerity in his words. He wanted nothing more than to sweep her from her prone position and carry her off, carry her anywhere, as long as he could hold her. But he knew that much contact, they would be stretched on the floor and crying each other's name within minutes. The risk was too great, even if most of his body screamed in want for just that thought.<br><br>Roe opened his mind again, trying to leave Tegan with the images of happiness, of how beautiful he thought she was. He remembered her asleep in his arms and he sent that as well. He may not be in the same room, but he would keep part of his presence here. He rolled and crawled a few steps before standing, he made his way to the bathroom. The streaks of blood, an inch and some thick, and running from his shoulders to his waist, had dried and were almost black now, two simple streaks on his back as he walked shakily to the shower.<br><br>This time he didn't turn the shower on first. He lay down in the basin and turned the faucet on, letting the cold flood drench his head and shoulders, roll down his back with a sigh and slight steam coming from his skin. He propped himself up, soaking in the freezing water, and he could not get the sight of her lying on the floor out of his mind. He had to hurry, but he had to balance. To much rush would build excitement, and he always had that when he though of Tegan. He closed his eyes as he turned the shower on, sending a thought to her, just wishing that she knew how much he wanted to be there holding her.<br><strong><br>I will be right there Tegan.. I promise</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 17:57:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan nodded as he promised to be back soon, closing her eyes briefly as he flooded her once more, trying to dispel her regret that he had to go. She fought down a soft whimper, as he rolled away, his hand leaving hers. She could feel his arms around her, holing her even as he took the first steps away, and her eyes once again opened, the phantom feeling of his body cradling hers, his arm around her waist. A hard gasp left her as she saw the twin streaks of dried blood down his back. how.. why...? <br><br>She planted her hands on the floor, and pushed herself slowly up, still trembling from exertion, and followed him into the bathroom, where the frigid shower was already steaming the room. "Roe..." She said, voice carrying over the pounding water. "Your back... what?" She sank to the toilet, unable to hold herself, staring at the drawn curtain, concern pumping through her, tinted with the relief of being near. she would have loved nothing more than to have his arms around her, holding and protecting her, but she couldn't ignore the blood baked onto him.<br><br>Was that why he'd had her keep her eyes shut? IS that what had left the innumerable scratches across her body? She didn't dare step into the shower with him. The shock would ave winded her. Her fingers trailed down the curtain, as she stared, waiting for his answer. How had she not noticed before? Her heart thudded with pain for him, and her teeth burrowed into her bottom lip. Why hadn't he told her?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 19:55:30</strong>
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				Roe felt her move into the room, at first there was a moment of panic, was she alright, was her tie to him pulling her after him? He heard her words and reached back to his shoulders, his fingers finding the now tacky black dried blood. Damn, he frowned and closed his eyes, tilting his head and touching the tile. He had forgotten that the wounds would bleed, that they always bled when they were released.<br><br>Roe moved the curtain as he bent down to warm the shower's water. He forced the blood to stay on his back, to not sluice off from his skin. He had the thought, somehow believed, that Tegan would want to be the one to clean his back. He sat down on the floor of the tub, leaving space before and behind him, knees up, shower falling atop him. He reached a hand out for her, wanting her to join him as he softly spoke.<br><br><em>I forgot about that... it.... it always happens whenever I unfurl....I. I have Wings Tegan, and when they are exposed they rip from my back and that causes the blood. It...it hurts...but I am ok Tegan, I promise.</em><br><br>He didn't meet her gaze as he spoke. She could hear a sadness in his voice, the want to tell her and a fear of something else. He shifted, there were no wounds and the blood was not fresh. The water alone did not seem to be enough to send the matted<br><br><em>Would you...could you clean it from me and... and I will show you in.. in a safe manner.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 20:12:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His pain tore at Tegan, and her hand slipped into his, as she stepped carefully into the tum, kneeling before him. She gazed at him, face open, sadness for him written plainly across his features. Her hand found his cheek, and she ducked into his line of sight, close, though she didn't kiss him. Not yet. "I'm sorry it hurts you," She said softly, to him, her eyes meeting his. "I wish you had told me, Roe, I wish there was something I can do..." She leaned forward then, her lips finding his in a soft kiss, demanding nothing, and with everything she had behind it. Her lips were wet with the shower, and salty from tears, and soft, swollen from her teeth.<br><br>Finally, she pulled back, eyes shining for him. She nodded silently to his request, and slipped behind him, retrieving a face cloth as she did. She slowly began to with at the blood, gently caressing over his back, wiping from the wounds down, resisting the urge to press against him, kiss his neck from behind, press her&nbsp; breasts against his shoulder blades, find a way to make it all better. She felt how he was tortured, how every day hurt him, how he was afraid, always, of hurting her.<br><br>The warm water sting over the tiny scratches, from what she assumed were his wings wrapping, caressing around her. Slowly the blood was wiped from his back, thick and like tar, staining the cloth, but leaving him unmarked. She leaned forward, closing her eyes, and gently pressed her soft lips against is shoulder blades, where the blood had come from, first his right, and the left. Her arms slid around, to embrace him, pulling him back, her small frame cradling his bigger one. She nuzzled softly against his temple, silently, kissing along his hairline. She wanted to protect him from everything that hurt him, and help relieve what she could not protect against. She didn't care, right then, about the wings, she didn't need to see them. She never would if it hurt him. She never wanted to see him in pain. It may just kill her to.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 20:46:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>I can ... I can manage the pain Tegan. It is... for once I don't want to lust as a Demo.. I want you as myself, for myself, as Roe, and not Rosuriel. But I am both. Close your eyes again, Hold me... I will show you in a safer manner.</em><br><br>He waited until he felt her relax just a little against his back. he waited until he felt her arms wrap tighter around him and he melted into her embrace. His arms wrapped around hers and for the third time he opened his mind to hers. He removed all the pain, but did not alter the events at all.<br><br>Tegan could see the see the back she had to her chest start to writhe, and then with no warning something beneath the surface shuddered, broke, and jutted free from the muscle and skin beneath. It was growing even as a second bust from his opposite side of the back. Both were wet, in some type of clear pinkish , viscous, embryonic solution. The appendages grew, opening, trails of fluid falling as powerful wings unfurled and whipped at the air. Feather the colour of fire itself. Reds oranges and yellows on the longer feathers patterned with specks of purple, blue and even black.<br><br>If the sight of the wings was not impressive enough there was more. And this is where the fear came to play. Roe pulled back so that Tegan could take in the full picture, and see why he worried. He knelt there , hair hanging about his body, wings outstretched and fluttering in the breeze. His eyes had rolled to the soft blue and the aura of the divine flooded the area around him. His skin flared, making the air wave about his torso as he knelt. He was in a position to serve, and at the same time his presence commanded attention. <br><br>On his back the trails of blood remained, wet and glistening as the wings dried. it was then that the "feathers" could be made out. The touch of leather against her back had not been leather, but had been his wings themselves. She saw how he struggled, saw him pull back as if to strike, she saw him force the most gentle of caresses with wings that filled the room. She saw the tears on hi face in a combination of pleasure and pain.&nbsp; And then finally the fullness of his body as he looked forward. Somewhere, out of the vision, Tegan knelt bound before him, and the wave of lust that flooded from his body was overpowering for just a moment. She could feel everything he felt about her... for a moment she held his heart.<br><br>Inside Row was indeed a darkness, she saw him pull the wings back in, fresh blood atop old. She saw the blood burn black from the sheer heat of his skin. She saw his restraint and his release and then the vision was gone. and all she could see from his eyes, was her. He knew that inside him there was more darkness waiting to come out. And he knew that she would be there with him through it. He trusted her, and with that he returned her to holding his body in the shower.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 20:58:42</strong>
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				Tagan gasped for air as he pulled back, her eyes opening to stare at him sidelong, her heart racing as if she had run for miles. "Roe...." She whispered, burying her face in his hair, arms tight around him. There hadn't been much pain, he hadn't given her that but just to imagine. To be so torn, literally and figuratively. She knew the darkness, now, and she would recognize it, embrace it. It poisoned him, and it tried to control him. How could he hold back for so long. "Please don't do that again, Roe..." She whispered. "Don't fight it. You won't break me, you can't but it will try to break you..." Again, she felt tear sting her nose, but fought it. She had cried too much all ready. <br><br>"Roe I need you not to hold back. Do what you have to, just don't let it hurt you. Please, don't let it hurt you like that... I can't stand it..." She begged him, unabashedly, her lips moving against his hair, begging him just for him. "You can't go on ignoring the darkness in you. If you ignore it, it will consume you. I don't ant to be afraid of you... I don't want you not to be there to temper It. Let It have me every once in a while... I'll heal from that. Not from losing you..." She held him close, words dissolving into nonsensical pleas, re arms tight around him, fingers clutching his shoulders.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 21:09:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>There is always pain, it is part an parcel with what I was... I ...Tegan, I promise I will find a way to hold you with your eyes open and able to see all of what was once me. It... taking form of what we once were was meant to be painful, but so is taking form of what we became. That... that is for another time.</em><br><br>He moved and carefully turned so that he was partially propped and partially laying atop Tegan. He hid his arousal from her as best he could, but his eyes searched for hers.<br><br>Tegan... for ... for the first time I know of the Demon does not want to corrupt. It was its pleasures, but it does not want to destroy you. There are things it wants... and I want them as well, but not at the risk of you. I promise, I swear, I will give you all of what I am, but I have to go slow. If I fully release my powers, others might be able to detect that. I want to be just yours. I do not want other.... involvement.<br><br>He leaned down and kissed along her neck , soft touches of just his lips. from base to under her ear.<br><br><em>I will not deny you anything, it just may take a little more time. And... and we will always heal together.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 21:20:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan gasped as his lips found her neck, and dropped her head to press a kiss to his cheek. Silently, she nodded, his reply satisfying for now. She didn't want to argue, now. Not when she still needed him so close, to satisfy herself that he was okay, that she was. Her head canted to the side, her neck exposed to him, as her grip loosened slightly, fingers trailing down is arms. She hadn't seen his arousal, but she had no doubt that it was there. "What do you want?" She asked softly, a thousand meanings to the question. What did he want now, what did the darkness want, what did he want from her?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 21:29:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>I ... this, I want this, just as we are right now to be right now.</em><br><br>He nodded as he spoke, a serious look on his face. He moved and looked at her.<br><em><br>Tegan, you have sated the demon more than any other person before you. You have made me into a real person i think. And .. I want somethings that I think ...they are .. you have no idea how special they are because you have had them. But to be held because you want to protect me, or I you. Or that you just care. it .. I have not had that. </em><br><br>He actually manages to blush just a little, and there is a smile, a small one.<br><em><br>And you sate me in so many ways. I ...I know that if I ... when I have certain needs. I know you will want them and to help me, and that</em>&nbsp; ** a little more of a blush ** <em>you find pleasure in them. I will not deny you this, but I will go slow. For now...</em><br><br>He turned around and grabbed the shampoo and conditioner and set them on the edge of the tub before turning and exposing the now pristine and un touched back to her.<br><em><br>Just touch me, wash my hair, know I am safe because I am with you, because of you and then let me do the same for you.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 21:37:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan complied without words, squeezing some of the shampoo onto her palms, before slowly beginning to massage the lather through his black hair, fingers working slowly over his scalp, fingernails scratching lightly. She watched her hands slip through the black, soap-slick locks, lifting and threading through his hair, before she tipped his head back against her chest, the suds rinsing down her body, and leaning his hair clean. She repeated the process, taking her time, methodically massaging and scratching his scalp, from the nape of hi neck to the edge of his hairline, finger combing his hair meticulously. Her hands chased the conditioner from his hair, with the water, and again, the soap slid down her body between them. She leaned her face against his hair, and inhaled, orchids mingling with roses.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 21:54:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Mmmmmm.... thank you.</em><br><br>Yes, the man almost purred. There is one thing for sexual satisfaction, the feeling a person gets when they are just taken and broken with pleasure. It is a whole different feeling when a person just gets to relax. And Roe completely relaxed into Tegan's attentions. he looked happier now that even when he fell asleep in her arms.<br><em><br>So ... I have a question for you, and take your time answering it. Its not a bad one or anything.... Oh.. and when you are done we switch because I like washing your hair </em><br><br>He moved to look at her over his shoulder and he tried to steal a kiss from her lips, accepting her cheek as a close second.<br><br><em>So uhm.... can I dress you for school today?</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 21:59:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan allowed him his kiss, smiling softly, things returning to normal. She sat up, as he made his request, laughing softly, and nodding. "I'm done, and of course. As long as I don't feel uncomfortable, you can dress me." She replied, hoping he did not choose to dress her in stripper boots and a halter top pretending to be a dress. That she would veto. Or at least insist upon jeans to go with it. She slid around him, wet skin sliding with no friction, before she settled on the tub between his legs, half turning to look up at him, and offer him a small smile. "Thank you, Roe. For today... for everything." She said softly, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 22:12:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I think... we could sit here and thank each other back and forth until we ran of hot water. Which... I don't mind so much.. cause... then I get to warm you back up... But I digress... Lets just be happy, that is a good way to be.<br><br>He started to work her hair , slow adding the shampoo and working from the scalp out. He was careful not to make snags, and to work his fingers through her hair gently. His hands were strong, firm and quite able to ease any tension that he found. He used the lather to rub the skin on the back of her neck as well as the sides <br><br><em>Uhm, I might have to make some of them up fro...uhm... Do you like ehh... corsets...I mean... you might not, but I should ask first.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 22:17:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan let out a soft groan as she relaxed into his ministrations. "Roe, that feels incredible," She groaned softly, her head dropping back into his hands. She smiled softly as he awkwardly stumbled over his question. "I do," she replied softly. She hadn't worn a corset since her last one died. Sadly she could only afford inexpensive ones with plastic boning. She relaxed back against him further. "What did you have in mind?" She asked curiously, his fingers feeling like heaven in her hair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 23:18:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave her an Impish smile and then leaned over and kissed her nose as she lay back in his hands. He moved her so that she was balanced against his body and that the soapy locks could rub against his chest. he took a moment for her hair to run his hands over her neck, across her shoulders and then down her arms.<br><br><em>You have such the figure for one, and .. heh.. I know that they are uncomfortable to a lot of women, but I always liked them... before you ask, yes, I was around when they had been developed. We can talk about it another time. In fact, I think we will talk about a lot of things</em><br><br>He moved her head to rinse the suds away, continuing to play with her hair as he rinsed it.<br><em><br>How do you feel about soft leather, it may trap you a little , but I wont cinch it too hard. </em><br><br>As he moved her and trailed his fingers down her spine and he sighed softly
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 23:32:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her nose wrinkled beneath his kiss, and she smiled up at him, eyes half closing as his hands worked through her hair. "Thank you," she replied softly, her eyebrows raising as he mentioned the creation of them. She would have to keep that in mind. Her head moved with his fingers, following any tough he gave, moving as he added pressure. "Hmmm leather..." She replied softly. "I like them, I like feeling secure, and they help my posture." A shiver chased his fingers sliding down her spine, and she grinned to him. He was beginning to either figure out her fail safe turn ons, or he liked doing the same thing, that just happened to get her going. "Re, you ought to be careful with that..." She purred softly, her voice dropping half an octave.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 23:38:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sometimes with you... I don't want to be careful<br><br>His voice dropped to match her own. No powers, just that of a man who was hers. He did however move his hands back to her shoulders and lightly began to scratch at her skin. Everywhere he touched slowly healed any of the burn of sting left from his feathers earlier. He worked slowly over her back, making sure to cover all of her flesh, removing the earlier effects.<br><br><em>I don't know if we should again before you class, or if we should wait and let the excitement build till after. I will be good, I promise, while you are in class. But I cannot promise that being so close to you, being on your skin, will make me good when we get back home. But the anticipation will make it all the more fun. </em><br><br>He put his nose to her hair and inhaled,taking the scent of her deep within his lungs. He shifted and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close in a hug. He smiled and softly spoke.<br><em><br>The water is about to change I think, it will get cold soon</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 00:19:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft, high pitched noise escaped her as his voice dropped to match hers. An answering shudder racked her as he began to scratch her back. "Oh, Roe..." She groaned softly. She pouted as he decided that it would have to wait until after class, and she turned to look at him, bottom lip sticking out. Her eyes were almost comically wide. She agreed with him, but that didn't mean she liked it. <br><br>As if his words were a cue, the pipes groaned warning. She lurched forward, slipping from his embrace to slam the tap back into the wall, shutting off the water just as the first drops of frigid water sprinkled over them. She panted for a moment, heart racing from the diverted disaster. "That was close..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 00:34:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her heart racing and her panting gave him a twitch of arousal, and it was evident as he lay there in the tub looking at her. He smiled to her and reached out to brush a stray strand of wet hair from her face.<br><br><em>Should I dry you off like last time, or do you wish for a more normal method today?</em><br><br>He lay back and looked at her, not at all phased or bothered to be completely exposed to her view. Muscled and lean he was as relaxed here as he might have been on a couch or her bed. He watched her face, but he did steal glances of her body as well, loving the sight of her nudity.<br><br><em>And once you are dry, and I am as well, I will get to dress you and find something suitable for a woman of your beauty.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 00:58:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan glanced back to him, and grinned, laughing softly as he reclined. "Either way is fine with me." She replied, rolling over to loom over him, hands braced on either side of his chest, her hair teasing his chest lightly,&nbsp; her nipples a hairsbreadth from his. She pressed a slow, sultry kiss to his lips, before standing, and stepping out of the shower, casting him a 'come hither' look over her shoulder as she took a step toward the towel rack. She may not like that they had to wait, but she was in no mood to make it easier for him than it was for her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 01:08:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe smiled, the game of teasing bringing a warm burn inside him. Tegan never stopped surprising him, and he moved to meet the challenge. He moved behind her, pushing in to her, his body meeting her and fitting against her in a match of skin. He was not hard, but he was not completely soft, and he trapped himself with her rear, pointing to the floor.<br><em><br>I better make sure you are not...wet, if I am to dress you.</em><br><br>He took her hands in his and placed them on the towel rack before reaching under her arms and cupping her breasts, he moved his hands to to her shoulders&nbsp; and then leaned forward, pushing against her even more as his nose moved her hair out of the way. less than an inch away from her neck he blew against her skin. sending the feeling of her heat to her even as he manipulate the air about her.<br><br>the warmth of the room changed and he began to pull his hands down her body, over her breasts, her nipples and then her stomach, dropping dangerously close to her womanhood. It was for show, and as an excuse to touch her as the air warmed and dried her skin, giving her body the faintest his of roses to match Roe's own scent. As she dried he moved his hand to her hips, holding her in place. His own skin dried as well, finished the task in a very short amount of time.<br><br><em>There.. that is better/</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 01:20:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She pushed back against him, as he pressed into her back, cheeks warming, and a sly smile curving her lips. Her cheeks tensed around him, and she dared to give her hips a small wiggle, sliding him between her bottom, before he leaned her over, her hands holding the rack, back dipping downward. Her eyes closed as his hands cupped her breasts, taking the weight of them, a thrill teasing down to her core. She shuddered as he leaned across her back, blowing warm air across her neck. She bit her bottom lip, eyes closing as she fought to control her body, keep from shivering, or god forbid a whimper escaping her.<br><br>His hands sluiced down her body, drying the water, and warming her skin. She again fought the shudder as he purred against her neck, and pressed her back into his chest, eyes still closed. She wished with all her heart that she didn't have to go to class today, but knew she had to. The teacher had all but told her the material covered would be on the exam, perhaps even as the essay question. She rubbed back against him, wondering if she dared tease him throughout the lesson, her grin broadening, having never really left her face. She would be out for revenge from yesterday's distraction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 01:30:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He kissed the back of her neck and she could feel him smile. her body teasing his and causing the reaction she desired. His hands pulled her tighter, gripping, not minding the tease at all.<br><br>We need to stop or you are going to go to class with part of me inside you Tegan.<br><br>He let let his hands move from her hips and to her rear, each one taking a cheek and gripping, speading her just a little as he stepped back. He knelt quickly, his tongue came out and gave her one resounding lick from her clit to just almost the tighter entrance of her rear before stopping. He let her body go and stood up. It was going to be a fun afternoon.<br><br>I suggest that you don't drink coffee today, it seem to make me jittery and make my mind wander.... Hmmmm... red and black I think.<br><br>He left the bathroom after the casual comment, walking naked to her bedroom and going to her dresser. He opened the top drawer and looked over the assorted garments that were there.<br><em><br>Do you have anything you can do without. I can create from the fabric of reality, but it takes more energy, if I have something to work with it takes less power. Oh... those would look wonderful on you.</em><br><br>He seemed ready and willing to serve her as a clothier, any frustration he had were well hidden and without any sign of appearing. He turned to look at Tegan when she finally followed him into the room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 01:36:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft moan finally escaped her, as he knelt behind her, his tongue taking along swipe across her folds. She stared at the wall as he strutted from the bathroom, knuckles white on the bar she held on to. <em>You win this time, Roe..</em> she thought, taking a deep breath to steel herself, before she followed him into the bedroom, eyeing him suspiciously, calculatingly. What to do, what to do? "Take what you want for it," She replied to his question "Just not the red top or any of my jeans, please. The rest are expendable." She added.<br><br>She sat on the bed, instead of approaching him, watch him filter through her bureau, thinking wicked thoughts, and plotting wicked things to do to him in his pendant form. He suggested against coffee? He never said anything against chocolate though. That slow, evil smiled slid across her featured, and her jaw dipped as she watched him from beneath her lashes, braced on her elbows on the bed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 01:42:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Ah ha.. this will do. </em><br><br>He set a cami top , a pair of socks and then a thong on the bed beside her, nothing matched but they might have been comfy. And this was someone who had an eye for details. He went then to her closet, the sounds of hangers pulled along the bar could be heard.<br><br><em>Go ahead and slide those on, I will be back in just a moment with more.</em><br><br>He seemed to be looking for something inside the closet, not even noticing that Tegan was planning his torment and downfall. He was in a good mood and it radiated from him, just a simple and happy feeling that for once was not shrouded and covered in lust.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 01:48:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				An eyebrow rose as he deposited the clothing beside her, and she did as requested, slipping the high-rise lace thong, and mismatched socks on first, before pulling the camisole over her head, and pulling her riotous curls to fall down her back. As he continued to rifle through her things, she walked to the dresser, and picked up a brush, to begin the arduous task of getting her hair somewhat untangled. She had no need for a blow dryer, now, but the sped-up air-drying was not as orderly as the tool would have been.<br><br>"What are you looking for?" She asked over her shoulder, mind still working over the things she could do to him while he was powerless to react. She was going to tease him mercilessly. Then when they got home... She smiled to herself, biting her lower lip already in anticipation. Coming home would be fun, indeed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 02:07:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a soft surge, power moving through the room with the sound of a low toned bell. The scent of roses was light, very light considering what Tegan had witnessed and been part of before. The Cami on her skin began to move, to elongate and drag across her flesh like the hand of a lover wrapped in silk. A cool touch and moved and took her form, covering over the curve of her breasts and then tightening, thickening. It became a deep scarlet in colour, a thin and soft padding as the outer shell began to change. She could smell fresh oiled leather as the sight in her mirror showed her what was happening. Patterned and tooled leather appeared on the front of the garment going up and then over her chest, cupping and giving form as the rest of the garment began to change. She felt the front and the back split and fold. Metal eyelets catching the front closure and running down her sternum. Along the mid-line of the the spine laces formed and began to weave themselves through eyelets , the tension growing as the laced pulled tight, trying the force her chest up and out.<br><br>The simple thong remained high rise, snaking under the bottom of the now forming corset, the same deep red in colour. it changed, sliding over her lips, between her rear cheeks and over her hips, a tooled leather, thin and supple, appeared on the front patch of fabric. The touch of the internal fabric was decadent, smooth as silk but padded to stop the leather from biting into skin. it would seem that Roe added something else to the thong. A ridge, a soft leather ridge under the fabric the rested between her lips, that, had she been sitting and started to rock... there could be a very interesting sensation.<br><br>The socks flattened and pushed up her legs to mid thigh, as if Roe's hands were steadily applying them himself. A fine mesh that was cool to the touch. The tops of the stockings bore piping and designs in the same red as the corset and the thong, all the items match. The tops of the stockings gripped her legs like his finger would.<br><br>Roe walked out of the closet with a pair of jeans and a dark blue button down short sleeve. He smiled and looked at Tegan in front of the mirror. Also in his hands looked to be a pair if riding boots in the same leather that matched the already warming to her body corset.&nbsp; The would have been riding boots save for the three heavy buckles on the outside of each boot. These were new, having never been in the closet until roe made them. <br><br><br><em>You look good enough to eat... this is going to be fun. Wear the boots over the jeans. </em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 02:46:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan's eyes fell closed, as the bell tolled, and she gasped, chest rising as the cami changed, cupping, presenting her breasts, cinching in her waist, solidifying over her curves, lacing and holding her like a lover. Like Roe. She gasped, as the thong, too changed, gasping as she felt the ridge rise. Her eyes flew up, and she gaped at him. as the socks stretched, rose, like a second skin. The ridge in the thong rode perfectly between her folds, brushing her clit, a small rise teasing her entrance. She gaped at roe, the leather and nylon hugging to her skin, made for her, soft and decadent, tight and intimate.<br><br>She numbly took the jeans and boots, gasping as she bent to slip the pants over her feet, the ridge riding against her intimately. The jeans laced at the front, cupping her ass perfectly, like a lover. He knew her every curve, evidently. She sat on the bed once more, and gasped, jaw clenching as she pulled the boots over the tight jeans, her eyes returning to Roe, half glazed with pleasure, half wry with accusation. So they were going to play it that way?<br><br>The blue button up slipped over her shoulders, and she sighed, pursing her lips. She crouched to grab her backpack, and made sure her wallet was there, before she stepped close to Roe, her heels ringing her only half a head shorter than he, now. The boots were incredibly comfortable, despite the heel. "You realize, of course," she purred, face tilted up to bring her lips right against his earlobe, "this means war." Her tongue flicked out to gently graze the tip of his earlobe, before her teeth gently closed over it. She stepped back, dragging her teeth lightly away, before grinning, and turning away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 04:02:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe's smile slid and his eyes closed as Tegan bit into his ear. A low moan and then the smile returned. He pulled to her as she turned away. Even with the material of the jeans and then thong between them she could feel him press against her.<br><em><br>I am really going to like knowing that only you and I know what you are wearing under those clothes. You look wonderful.</em><br><br>His voice was low, a cascading sound that ran up her neck and he leaned in to kiss the side of her throat. He moved her hair, leaned forward and soft bit the back of her neck right at the nape. There was another push of his gifts and then his presence behind her was gone. Instead there was a heavy and warm weight on her neck. A mercury like silver and ruby liquid started to swirl from the back of her neck down her shoulders and throat. Hidden under the shirt, and not reaching quite to the cleavage of her encased chest, Roe again to the shape of the necklace. The rubies where shining and the silver was pristine. In the wake of his creation he left warm trails across skin. The spot where he had just bitten her remained under the clasp and pulsed once.<br><br><em>I could almost live a life as a necklace if it was your body I was able to ride. Lets go to your class.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 01:44:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A shudder ran through Tegan as his voice rolled across her neck. Her head had already begun to tilt for him, as his lips found the side of her neck. A half-choked moan escaped her, as his teeth closed against her, and she sagged back slightly. The only warning she had was a slight feeling of anticipation, before she took her weight, and he was gone. She shivered as he slowly slid around her throat, beneath the blue shirt, her eyes closed and head tilted back. A deep breath to restore herself, and he whispered in her ear. <br><br>Tegan blushed, but smiled, and grabbed her bag to go. She walked slowly to the bus stop, every step making that damnable ridge ride her, every roll of her hips pushing it against her. "Ah, god, Roe... Why?" She whispered. The bus ride was worse. By the time they arrived at campus, those lovely panties were quite soaked, and colour rode high in her cheeks. She dipped into the coffee shop she had met her friends at before, and ordered a hot dark chocolate, also picking up a Godiva dark chocolate bar with raspberries. She would have her revenge.<br><br>As she slid into her seat beside Sarah, she smiled, placing her goodies before herself, and pulling out her notebook and pen out. "Hey, Sarah. What's shaking?" She asked, slowly unwrapping the bar, as if it were a fragile treasure.<br><br>"Ooh, Godiva. Can I have some?"&nbsp; Sarah pouted at her friend, trying to look hungry.<br><br>With a soft laugh, Tegan broke Sarah a piece off, and handed it over. "You owe me. Only a true friend would part with her chocolate."&nbsp; Sarah made a sound of half bliss, half agreement, as the piece disappeared between her lips. Tegan followed suit, a moan of bliss escaping her as she slowly sucked on the rich chocolate, the tangy raspberries slowly rolling over her tongue. "So good..." She groaned, sucking the small amount of melted chocolate from her thumb. The wrapped the other pieces up, putting them in her bag for later. She reached for her drink as the professor shuffled to the front of the room, taking a deep sip as he began to lecture about crowd psychology.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 07:12:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>You know, the last time I was here, I was in what was called Europe, I imagine that is still around, England I think, did someone take that... Oh... that is an interesting device.. I think it is called a cell phone. So much has changed...</em><br><br>Roe would occasionally ramble as he watched the world through hidden eyes. Somehow he was able to see things, hear, smell... an interest in hot dogs as a vendor was passed near school. But for the most part he was...good? He did not tease Tegan, he did not point out that he had designed her apparel to keep her in a state of arousal, he didn't need to. He knew her body, her shape and size. He knew exactly how high to make the ridge and keep it so that it would just hint, tantalize her with sensation. He played fair.<br><br>He did, however, savor the arousal that was consistent from her body. The slow build of pressure and want. He drank from it sparingly, savoring it as if he could lose it. There was a slight pulse of warmth when she entered the coffeeshop. <br><br><em>I warned you about the coffee... what is that you are getting, oh.. chocolate, that's nice. No coffee though, that gives me the jitters and I cant focus. You have no idea how hard it is to focus when I am laying on your skin. I can hear every breath, every heart beat. It is quite soothing.</em><br><br>He saw the classroom, saw her friend sitting beside her and hear the talking, but he missed the signs. When Tegan sampled the piece of dark chocolate Roe was not ready for it and her response wrapped him in a warmth he did not know food could create. He sampled it with her, feeling it melt on her tongue, the thickness of the Godiva's settling on her taste buds. He swooned a little on her neck, the rubies flashing a soft red well hidden under her shirt. The metal&nbsp; grew warm and seemed heavy for a moment as he felt her subtle change. The laces on her corset tightened for but a second, as if he were tensing before they released. Not enough to catch her breath, but they did tighten. <br><br><em>I... I never knew someone could enjoy food so much.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 12:27:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The only response Tegan could give was a slow, knowing smile. The chocolate had worked, and backfired a little. How she wanted to squirm in that seat, ride the ridge, and satisfy that slow burn within her. But she couldn't. She was in the middle of class and she needed a good grade. She tried to concentrate, her fingers absently playing with the chain, running beneath it over her chest, her breasts heaving with every breath. Slowly, she worked him out from beneath the shirt, as she scribbled notes, half unconsciously teasing him. Her fingers played over the pendant softly, stroking across the silvered rubies, thumb rubbing the back softly. Her hand slowly raised the pendant as she fiddled, bringing it to rest against her lips, her lips slowly opening to accept in, hold it, her tongue flicking over the ridges, sucking lightly.<br><br>Tegan," Sarah hissed, elbowing her. "Why are you falating your necklace?"<br><br>Tegan froze,&nbsp; flush rushing to her pale cheeks, and she shrugged. "Concentrating," She whispered back around Roe. <br><br>"Where'd you get it?"<br><br>"Someone gave it to me," she replied, smiling against Roe, but taking him from her mouth. <br><br>"Who?"<br><br>"Shut up and pay attention."<br><br>"Ooh, it was a boy, wasn't it?"<br><br>Tegan didn't reply, and returned to her notes, glancing at the clock. Only thirty minutes left of class and this slow, burning torture.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 09:45:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sensation of the chocolate was still tingling in Roe's displaced mind, the natural response of Tegan's body to the treat had him a little dizzy and for a moment he wanted to cover her skin in that soft melting sensation. Of those he had known before, few could enjoy simple pleasures, few he basic desires. In the past money, power, control were the coin and weakness of trade. He had, after all this time, finally found what he called a woman. She was not complicated, not motivated by desires of things she did not need. She wanted happiness, wanted to be cherish, at times she wanted to be taken, and at others she wanted to take. <br><br>As Roe worked through this the necklace heated up, a ghost of warmth and the softest build of roses. Not his full pheromone scent, but just the flowers, a gift fro the woman who wore him. He could feel each and every beat of her heart. He would rise and fall with each breath of her leather encased chest. He indulged in just her sensation, the feeling of her flesh, and it was hard to resist the temptation to spread across her skin and cover her body. <br><br>She had said the class was important, said she needed to pay attention, and he did his best to comply. She was having none of that. her fingers, fishing him from under the dark blue shirt, brought him to light. The rubies that had once been bright red were almost a red black of drying blood. They still caught the light, and shone a warm light. her fingers played across him, touching him, not his mortal body, but his consciousness and he was paralyzed as lust and want filtered through his mind. beads of sweat appeared on the necklace, moving to roll along her skin. Her fingers played him, tortured him with the softest touch.<br><br>Her tongue, her lips, on the necklace brought a moan that surely had to be audible, yet no one else could hear it. She had heard that sound before, when she had taken him in her room, when she had pleasured him with her mouth. When she had broken him with her touch.<br><br><em>Tegan.... You need to.... I'm ... Tegan...</em><br><br>Her voice whispered around his body, wrapping him in sound as he had done to her many times in the last two days. He cried out, the want for release so bad that he contemplated bending time so that he could take her right there in the classroom. He heard her friend's voice, her her ask about the necklace. A boy....BOY... how dare she ... how... Tegan's tongue cut the rest of the budding tirade off as she licked along his mind, sending him spinning.<br><br>He had been listening to the others, learning of the society and the language from those around her. it was a simple trick, netting the exposed thoughts of others. He learned about her class from the teacher himself. Whatever the professor had planned Roe now knew. But he had to struggle to keep calm, afraid that if Tegan kept this up the ruby in her mouth would be his and heard downfall.<br><br>Roe reached out with her mind, and did something to get her attention. He focused on the ridge in her thong, knowing how her body had been reacting. He lowered the ridge in most place, but not all. Under her rear he reshaped the ridge into that of a rounded thumb like protrusion. He was unsure if Tegan would approve or shy from the touch, but it may be enough to get her to stop licking him. The protrusion moved against the tightness of her body, against her rear. it did not enter, no , but put pressure. he didnt want her to <br><br><em>1800 seconds Tegan, you can make that. I can make that. 30 minutes. Hold out Tegan, and we will have each other soon.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 12:31:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan froze as she felt the ridge reform, the nub shifting backwards to press against her rear entrance. She froze a moment, in shock, before forcing herself to relax back against it, gasping slowly as the pressure increased. <em>Okay,</em> She replied, still too shocked to make a decision over the new pressure. It wasn't unpleasant by any stretch of the imagination. It could be nice, eve, but it was unfamiliar.&nbsp; The rest of the class crawled by as the professor reiterated the text book. She and Sarah passed the odd note between them, Sarah trying to learn where she had found the amazing pendant. Tegan had tucked it back under her shirt, nestled hi between her breasts.<br><br>Oh, the noises, the responses he had made had been wonderful, each groan, that heart shattering moan stoking the embers that burned inside. She hated that they were in public. She hated that it was an hour's bus ride home, and she wanted him that very moment. Her mind was open to him, and she had no doubt how much she wanted him. Her mind idly trailed to the 'private' places on campus. The Library tower, that lecture hall that was never used, even the alcoves in the corridor, or the tiny postage stamp of trees. <br><br>Sarah finally gave up on conversation, and the professor gave up on the fidgety students around the same time. As much as she wanted to grab her stuff and run, the nubbin against her prevented it. Slowly she bent, gasping again as it rode her down, grabbing her bag, and straightening, putting her notebook in her bag, and only then, carefully standing. She said goodbye to her perplexed friend, and strode away slowly, every step&nbsp; calculated and precise, growing used to how her movements would move it against her.<br><br><em>Roe?</em> She asked silently, wanting to know what he had thought about her wandering mind, why he had changed the thong, she knew the superficial reason,but wondered if there was another. She did like the sensation, but it caught her off-guard. She was not used to it, and wanted his reassurance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 18:54:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Well..... well that backfired.... I.. I was trying to get you to stop teasing... Tegan... Hurry...somewhere, anywhere...please hurry.</em><br><br>That much was true. The reshaping of the thong was never meant to penetrate, just to catch her off guard, to maybe shock her into a sobriety where she was not about to cause him to manifest and ravish her in the middle of the classroom. That was plan B, a full on ravishing in the classroom, and he didn't think the professor would approve of a demon having his way with one of the students.<br><br>The responses she had to the reshaped ridge did nothing to ease his suffering, Instead of catching her off guard and making her stop, he had stoked a different form of arousal. And now his was full as well. He spread about her skin like a shroud, hanging about her with want and adoration. As soon as she was outside he flushed her skin with the scent of roses. And anywhere the necklace touched her skin began to kiss her softly, the rotation touches of a lover's adoration.<br><br><em>Tegan... hurry</em><br><br>Images of their last session came to Roe's mind, and this close ,with direct contact, he was unsure he could keep them from Tegan. The imagine of her bound before him, the sounds her body made while filled with want. The way her eyes closed and mouth opened as she pulled at her own nipples, the feeling he had as he slowly took her from behind, The intensity of the moment, the power they shared. The image of his wings wrapping in an embrace around her, covering her from the world and all eyes save his.<br><br>The necklace shuddered, grew warm, damp against her skin. He let out a long sigh, a sound of want. He was unsure, this woman made him unsure, and he did love it. Could he hold off until they made it to the safety of the house, would she have to take him here, the illicit meeting of passionate lovers. Both ideas excited him, the demand of waiting, of trying to control urges and the denial because of time versus the potential of discovery, the passion of the immediate sating of desires, the potential of someone knowing. He weighted the options, his mind adding images to the pros and cons of each. judging them, and sharing the&nbsp; images and thoughts with Tegan as, she had won this round, and Roe did not trust his voice not to try and entice her in every way possible. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 03:56:05</strong>
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				It was the 'please' that undid her. With a soft groan, she set off, heels clicking through the corridors, though she dared only a brisk walk, that damned nub rubbing against both her ass and clit, forcing her closer with every step, his scent, his heat, everything flooded her. She pushed open a heavy door to a rarely-used stairwell with a groan, a deep gasp clutching her as the ridge rode her. She took the stairs down as quickly as she dared, whimpering in the empty stairwell, and she began towards the empty tutorial room in the dungeon. It was never used, though nobody knew why.<br><br>She pushed the unlocked door open, and leaned against it, a moan of pent-up want escaping her, her eyes shut tight. "Roe..." She whimpered softly, a sob of want boiling in her chest. <br><br>The room was made of brick, with windows alongside the two doors on either sides of the wall. Three tables lined up in the middle of the room, and marble flooring made the empty chamber echo. There was a chance of being caught, hell, anyone could happen by, though most people were determined to enjoy the outside until the snow fell. "Gods, Roe, please..." She whimpered, his visions flashing through her mind, his wings, her bound, her on her knees, him in her mouth. <br><br>His list mingled with hers. She wanted to ride him, she wanted him to pin her to the table, ride her, she wanted to bite and be bitten. She wanted everything he had, and she wanted him to take everything she had. Her own images flashed, her astride him, on her knees, gazing up at him, his hand against the back of her neck pinning her, against the wall, on the floor, hell on the ceiling of he wanted. She begged him with her voice and mind, lost in her own need.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 06:53:39</strong>
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				Roe was burning, the heat of the necklace building and coursing as if his heat were to spread and take her body. The excitement in her step, the steady pounding of her pulse was the rhythm of their bodies meeting. He swam in her thoughts, taking each one and feeling it, experiencing it as she pushed them through his mind. He panted, the necklace lapping at her skin like some feral animal as she rushed.<br><br><em>Tegan... get your pants down or I will shred them to get to you.</em><br><br>The necklace began to melt, move, shifting under her shirt and flowing down her skin. It rolled over her shoulders, chasing her sweat as it moved down her spine with the thickness of melted chocolate. He covered her flesh in a sheen of his form, growing in scope as his lust started to override all other thought. Every touch was a kiss, a tongue against her skin as he moved. Ghost like hands ran under the fabric of the corset, cupping her even more tightly, pinching at her flesh as he resisted taking form and rending the garments before splaying her across whatever flat service he could find.<br><br>He could not stop himself, continually coating her flesh, her body in a liquid skin made of his own form. His hands itched to form, to touch her, to hold her as close as he was now. He forced himself from her with a moan turning almost into a cry. He took form behind her, completely naked, aroused, erect and turgid waiting for her body to be bare. His mind sealed the door, nothing less than a minor godling would be able to force it open. His eyes never left her body, the vision of her on a&nbsp; table, sating their need,&nbsp; refusing to be dismissed from his mind.<br><em><br>I Will Have you Tegan. ..Now!</em><br><br>His voice rolled as the room exploded in his and her scent, he had adapted, taking her scent as part of his own, mixing both of their lusts in a perfume of arousal. He wanted her ready, need her ready, Roe needed Tegan.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 12:13:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her fingers fumbled with the jean's fastenings, as he worked her over, panting, cursing the boots as she shoved the leans down to mid calf, the thong quickly following. It was not time for nudity. It was time to be as exposed as he needed. She whimpered, leaning back against him, his arousal nestled between her cheeks, breathing heavily, her entire body shaking like a plucked harp. As he filled the room with their combined lust, she nearly fell. A ragged moan tore from her throat. Her thighs were already coated with her want. She gave up on trying to save the shirt, and yanked it over her head, buttons flying. <br><br>She didn't bother trying with the corset. It was staying on. Her fingers absolutely would not work to remove the complicated garment. She knew what he wanted, the table. Trapped by the boots and corset, hobbled by the jeans and that thong, she managed two steps away from him, her hands catching the table to support her the rest of the way, bending, legs spread as far as she could, leaving her exposed and wanting. "Now, Roe," She echoed him, his demands, everything seeming to bounce around in the small room, her voice filled with need, a slight command of urgency. They both needed it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 12:32:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe followed her, once again hounding the woman who had summoned him, created him in this form. He was against her, pushing and wanting, the panting from his already heady breathing burning across her neck. She bent over the table and his hands reached for her hips. There was no time for a slow build up, that had been the torturous last hour. There was no need as he could pull the scent the arousal on her body as easily as he saw it coat her upper legs. <br><br>With an almost violent motion he moved her, rolling her to be on her back. He caught her legs in one hand, bringing them up, to his shoulder as he looked down to her. He had to see her eyes, see that they burned in the same way his did. He needed to see the lust that he wanted to sate, the fire that he had created and that he would continue to feed. He needed her to see the same in his eyes, the want and painful desire to have her.<br><br>He reached down, taking himself and holding himself to her entry. Had it been any other time, had they attempted this in any other condition, the first push would have torn a scream from both their throats. Always before, the build up, the teasing, the playing, the exacting arousal had gotten them to this point. This time he was upon her and thrusting deep as he leaned forward. Her legs pulling her ass from the table, tightening her body even as her bore down with force. He entered her and slid to her core, both their arousal demanded nothing less. <br><br>There was no pause, an animal instinct to conquer, and open her, overrode any concept of tenderness. Had this been what she had originally wanted him for? This may have been even more primal that what she could have imagined. A noise tore from his throat that was half scream, it was dripping with the arousal of his body.&nbsp; She was his, under him, as he thrust into her, his hands moving to take possession of her hair, to hold her in place as he pushed deep, pulled away, pushed again. <br><br>Closer to a ravishing Roe did not stop, his eyes focused on hers, watching hers, finding some connection that they had never lost. In his look she would see, she had summoned him in another way. Brought out the animal that knew only want. had on her name on his times. Craved and demanded her attention and her body in equal parts. <br><br>The steady sounds of the boots hitting his shoulders, the sound of the denim of the jeans rubbing his skin mixed with noise of their bodies meeting. He did not restraining himself, crying her name in between moans of pleasure as he did everything he could to sate not only his inner beast's lust, but hers as well.<br><em><br>Tegan.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 15:39:32</strong>
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				A soft moan shook her as his breath gusted over her neck. Tegan gave a soft yelp as he wrenched her to her back, her hands reaching up to grasp the edge of the table immediately. Her knees bent as he placed her legs on his shoulder, and she stared up at him, eyes dark with want, lips swollen and parted. Half caught in a haze, half caught in a feral storm of lust, she needed this as much as Roe did.<br><br>As he forced his way into her, a scream of pleasure escaped her throat, her legs pulled up squeezing her entrance tight. And then he was in her filling her, hot and throbbing, exactly where she needed him to be. She couldn't stop making noise, gasps, moans, cries, as he rocked her, slamming in and out, hitting exactly the right places. <br><br>She couldn't close her eyes. Trapped beneath Roe's stare, his hand fisting in her hair, pining her further. She arched as much as her position would allow, his voice mingling with hers in the chamber, bouncing from wall to wall. riving her further. She felt herself begin to tighten, the orgasm creeping up on her. "Roe!" She gasped, eyes staring at his in warning, a moan escaping her, toes curled in her boots, knuckles white on the table's edge.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 16:08:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe could not stop, like a mindless animal he was compelled, driven, pushed forward to relentlessly hammer at her body. The attraction to her sated only long enough for him to pull free before he was entering her again. In the back of his mind he was worried, worried that he was hurting her, but the demon had already seen to that. As he gripped her exposed flesh, and with every push he also healed her body. There would not even be a bruise, but he left all the sensation intact. The mote of pain of deep contact, present in every impact against her body.<br><br>Tegan's sounds and his own mixed and filled the room with abandon. Sounds bounced about walls, pushing and reentering their makers with force, spurring them with carnal encouragement. Tegan had wanted gentle in the past, she had wanted sex, but this was closer to a commanded ravishing. He held enough of his humanity not to leave her clothes destroyed and her spent and collapsed on the floor, but he was going to leave her close. The sight of her leather encased torso, neck exposed and back arched, sent him to her body with a hunger that only she brought out of him. He leaned over and licked along her neck.<br><br>He heard her voice, felt her body change, knew that the orgasm was beginning to build, and her growled. A low rumble of a sound across her body as he bit into the top of one of her breasts. Not deep enough to draw blood but forceful. He knew the signs of the impending release, and he had other plans, He wanted her how they both had first envisioned, bend over the table, arms splayed, body under his. he let her body continue to built, continue to the cliff edge that she would leap from into the release, as then he simply moved it farther away.<br><br>Somehow, with his body touching her he denied her the orgasm, pushing it farther back, continuing the build, never letting her finally get her release. It would seem like eternity thought it was measure in scant few minutes. He slowed down, moving back up to watch her face as he undid the buckles on one of her boots. He steadily continued with her, letting her feel him building as well. She had pushed him to a new limit, pushed him to want her, and she had succeeded. He would not be satisfied until she&nbsp; knew what it was like to be taken with lust. <br><br>He worked the boot off and started on her pants, as she as she was free, then he would start to bring her for one last act before they both fell to the floor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 14:52:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan felt the pain, coursing deep beneath her pleasure,but it was not bad, nor did she particularly care about it. Like a chilli pepper in chocolate, the slight discomfort made it better.&nbsp; She was lost in a torrent of sensation, it didn't matter who she was or where they were, only that Roe was there and that he didn't stop. Her sounds changed, as she built to the cusp, then settled, her eyes opening, her body still arching, and shuddering beneath him. A soft groan of frustration escaped her, before she was building again, so close. She arched, a high pitched squeak escaping her, before again, she fell just short of orgasm. This time she growled, eyebrows knocking together. She accused him with her eyes, knowing that he was doing something, though she could never guess what.<br><br>A few more chillies.<br><br>And then he slowed down. A yell of frustration, now, as she bucked against him, arms reaching for him. But in the position he'd put her in she was all but helpless. She shouted his name, frustration and pleading, as her hips worked beneath him, trying to urge him on, her inner muscles clenching.&nbsp; She tried to throw the boots off, her toes pushing the heels off, trying to kick off the jeans. He wanted her legs free, fine. The best she could do was try to help him get what he wanted. And then he would give her what she wanted, right?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 05:26:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The boot fell to the floor with a heavy sound that just barely was louder than the noises made by Tegan and Roe. The entire time he had worked on the leather footwear Roe had steadily keep with Tegan, His mind holding her at bay even as her body prepped and primed to scream, to release. There was a steady pressure building, he could feel her body grip, spasm, all but tear at his to find release.<br><br>He got the leg of her jeans free and there on the table they made a sight. He was atop her, bringing her legs to his shoulder, bending them slightly, one still half shrouded in a leather boot and tight jeans. His body completely naked, trail of sweat running the his spine, a full body flush covering him his a red patina. His hair was matted, stuck you his skin as he leaned over, Pressed his body to her leather clad torso. The action curled where they were joined , making her body rotate until he struck the one spot that caused all other functions to stop. He bent until his lips hovered about hers, his eyes burned the cold blue of his other self.<br><br><em>You summoned me Tegan.... and you continue to summon me... and I , I will summon you now.</em><br><br>He released her body, released her mind and then drove deep. His lips found hers, kissed her , hands moving to her head. He grabbed her hair with both hands, pulling down as his body entered and withdrew with the heavy curved strokes he had denied her. The pulling of her hair causing her head to tilt, spine to arch, thrusting her chest up and out towards him. His mouth closed on her collarbone and he bit down, taking flesh and skin and muscle into his teeth. This time there was just enough pain to gasp at before the next stroke of his length battered away all forms of opposition.<br><br>His mind reversed the effects, instead of the denial of a moment before, Tegan now had every sensation she had been denied, her body's responses, his responses.<br><br>All At Once.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 00:45:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan's knees embraced his shoulders, her body curling to meet his, corset jamming into her belly with every thrust. She didn't care. Her mouth was open, cries escalating as he angled toward her front wall, hitting that place every time. Her eyes met his, her voice quieting to a whimper as he bent close. His voice forced a heady shudder, and moan, her passage convulsively tightening, gripping around him. She stared, one moment, before everything flooded her. His mouth swallowed her scream, his hands pulling her further into the arch, lightning waves of sharp pleasure blinding her, his teeth claiming her again.<br><br>She couldn't see, she couldn't hear, breathe. She was not her and he was not him. She could feel nothing and everything. She stayed that way, gripping him like that, suspended, with no sign of abating, her fingers white with her grip. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 07:52:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe reached down and took Tegan's hands, placing them on his shoulders even as his lips met hers. He knew her nails would dig into his skin, and he shivered in anticipation. He exhaled, filling her with the scent of roses, the passion he had for her, the want and lust she knew he had for her. And then, with her release so did he.<br><br>For the second time his wings exploded out and from his back, blood arcing from their expulsion from his body. The heavy wetness and heat coming from him, and sharing with her. At first they shot backwards, but quickly unfurled and spread. The eyes below him, glazed over in want, would be able to see the fire coloured feathers of his angelic nature, the radiant display of his former self. He had not stopped moving, his breath sustaining the both of them as the pinions beat the air to dry.<br><br>And then he was lost, her body taking his as he released all his resistance. His spine arched&nbsp; and the wings matched his pose, as his body released. Filling Tegan once again as his orgasm took his body and shook him violently. The pent up arousal, the constant thought of her, now her body claimed him, and he relented without hesitation. Roe's body moved until the was nothing left to give, to offer her. And then he leaned down and kissed her softly.<br><br><em>You bring the best in me I think.</em><br><br>Roe stayed there, with Tegan, bound to her by their bodies. His wings out, exposed. There were rents in the ceiling tiles from where they had struck, debris on the floor, but he did not notice, all he could see was her.<br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 15:06:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan could barely notice, as he moved her arms, his lips claimed hers for the first time, the sudden wash of humid heat. Slowly, she began to come down, filled by him, by his spend. his voice meeting her, holding her through the descent. She panted, body shaking, bent in half, as his lips once again claimed hers, her arms sliding around his shoulders. She felt the hot, thorned leather against her forearms, but didn't care at the moment. She wanted him, all of him, she didn't ever want him to let go.<br><br>It was a long time, until her eyes slowly opened languidly, finally meeting the magnificent display of his wings. She gasped, though did not move, she did not have the strength. "Roe, are they...?" She asked softly, fingertips running along the top crests of the wing as far as she could reach without letting him go, ignoring the paper cuts sustained. "Thank you," she whispered, voice filled with sincerity, for trusting her, for everything he did, felt, and wanted for her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 08:08:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Yes, they are for you to see, for you&nbsp; Tegan</em><br><br>He didn't look at her, his torso pressed to hers, head buried in her shoulder. The wings fluttered, restless and still growing dry at their sudden exposure. They bent down, resting heavy on the table to either side of their joined bodies. He did not leave her, caught deep within her passage, gripped, still full and heavy. he did not move at all as he listened to her breathe, listened to her heart beat against his ear. he stayed with her, hers. <br><br>The blood ran over a muscled back, across human flesh that was never meant to hide who or what he was. The skin torn and pulled my the violent action molded itself to the strong tendons of the wings themselves, fusing and firming to create a seal. The pain was worse that any torment caused by man, a reminder of his state. No longer and angel, the feathers perverted into a leathery substance, the barbs along the quills. <br><br>He did not look to Tegan, the glory of his former self marred and shameful, but she would not know. He rested against her as her lover, as /her/ incubus. As the creature she had summoned, given form and now flesh to. One that could survive away from the callous abyss that he had known. In that he drew strength, and sadness. He would never have been hers had he not been ordered to fall. never would have been summoned if he had not rebelled. A cruel and devious twist that even know stung him. <br><br>In that moment he hated himself. But the hate could not last, not with her so near. Her being, her life and vitality. her happiness quenched the burn of hate like a tsunami against a beach-fire. And he stayed against her,breathing slowly, letting her see and touch his wings as she would, not wanting to move from the first safety he had known since the fall.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 00:16:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt it. His despair, his hate. It broke her heart. Her heart stuttered at the was of emotion coming from him, and her arms dropped, to cradle him atop her, her had smoothing his hair back, head turning to kiss his hair. She didn't understand it, how could she? She was just human. And she knew, without a doubt, where the sadness came from. The one thing she could never fix. She hated that. She hated how she was powerless to heal the wound that ran so deep. She was like the cool scar you got from some horrendous accident when you were a child.<br><br>Tegan's arms wrapped around him, tight, trying in vain to block out his cosmic hurts. "Roe..." She whispered, mouth still pressed against his locks. "Maybe we should get going?" It was all she could think of, and instantly regretted it. She still felt made of warm lead, she still wanted, needed his nearness. She wanted to sleep with him, safe. She wanted him to make slow love to her on the table. She wanted to make him forget, even if for just a moment.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 07:22:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Yes.. yes you are right.. when we are ... home... lay with me, hold me and be with me.. but we must go. You will, I want you to see , I am not turning away in shame, know that.</em><br><br>With a whimper and a moan he pulled free from her body, staggering back a step of two, regaining his balance with his wings. he turned slowly and knelt, knowing the pain would get worse before it got better. With one knee bent, and the other on the floor he pulled his wings back to his body.&nbsp; Slowly they collapsed into his flesh, fresh blood running from torn skin. She could not hear or see his tears, evaporation almost as quickly as they were made from his heat. The pinions collapsed, furled and shrank, fitting into his back until all that remained was the marks from her nails and streaks of drying blood. <br><br>He remained kneeling on the floor, gathering his breath and trying to cool his own skin. He would need the energy to change and fix the room from their meeting. The rents in the ceiling and the debris on the floor. He knew he had to return to the necklace but first he changed other things. He cooled the temperature of the fabric of her corset, released the bindings just a little to let her breath. he removed the ridge and nub of the thong, drying it and leaving it cool as well.<br><br>Each pulse of his energy left the room with the scent of roses and ash as he worked, kneeling on the floor, not even looking. the ceiling tiles repaired themselves, debris floating up to fill the gashes. The room was warm, smelling like sex and leather, roses and ash. Roe stayed on the ground until all work was done, his body finally cooling to a more normal temperature. He then stood and turned to Tegan, Adoration and wonder in his eyes.<br><br><em>You are Tegan... you are amazing, and I ... </em><br><br>he could not finish the words as he looked to her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 13:11:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan did not have the luxury of evaporating tears. She watched his skin tear, those wings crawl back into his skin, and she hated them. She knew him, his body, well enough to see the tenseness of his muscles, fighting even as he drew them in, the way he was completely still, not to mention the torn flesh. At that moment she hated his wings for the pain they caused. She wanted to look away, but he wanted her to see. She would watch. She wasn't going to throw away the trust, the gift he was giving her. She just prayed he never did it again.<br><br>She was stationary, from shock, staring, heart pounding. She watched as he sat, the debris floating up around him, before finally, after agonizing minutes, he stood. t seemed to break the spell over her, and Tegan jumped up, grabbing the table as her knees nearly collapsed. Tears streaked her face, and she managed the three steps to him, throwing her arms around his shoulders, barely even noting the corset relaxing. She buried her wet face in his shoulder, holding him tightly, now words coming forth.<br><br>She didn't want his praise his adoration. She wanted him to not hurt. "Never again," She whispered. "Please don't do that again, Roe..." her voice as full of pleading. She could feel the sticky blood on his back. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 01:00:30</strong>
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				<em>Tegan... it is what I am... I cant stop it, and you bring it forth. Your tears, your heart, it eases the pain, remember that.</em><br><br>He turned to hold her, to pull her to his body and keep her safe. He was whole again, she had nothing to worry about his pain. That he was a demon, infernal to the core seemed forgotten with her pressing there to him. For a moment he pretended to by human, to be a man. His arms wrapped around her, and her half undressed state, and held her. he did not want to move, but knew they must.<br><br><em>Tegan.. you.. you need to get dressed, we will go... home..and there you can have and hold me as you wish, but lets go somewhere safe. I .. I will not tease, I ... Tegan, you sate needs and desires I have that have never known that feeling. And you awaken others.</em><br><br>His voice was soft, careful as he spoke. He knew she must dress, that they must leave, but his arms did not let go of her.body.<br><br><em>I will make myself into the necklace....in a moment,</em><br><br>until that time... he held her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 02:00:31</strong>
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				Tegan shook in his hold, shaking her head, face still pressed into his shoulder. She didn't want to let go. And he made no move to do so. "I can't stand it," She whispered. "God, how much that hurt you... Roe, you'll break my heart doing that..." She told him. It was not a threat, it was not a promise. It was a fact. She knew they had to go. She wanted to go home. She wanted to hold him, she wanted to have him, she wanted him to have her, hold her, and take her. She still had aftershocks rocking through her body, between her legs were wet and sticky with their shared spend. What she wouldn't give for teleportation abilities. She wasn't going to move until he made her, or until he was the necklace again.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 02:19:17</strong>
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				<em>Tegan.. it doesn't hurt anymore, you have seen to that. Here.. I will make myself into the necklace, If I go invisible it will use up too much energy and then... then I would need to draw more from you. Lets go home, I will be safe there with you</em><br><br>He put his hands to her shoulder, touching her lightly, and moved them to her neck as he had done before. It was the first time he had done this standing before her, letting her see his change. He became indistinct, almost as if made from smoke as he shuddered and changed for,. Then his form flowed to her, the heavy weight of the necklace returning to its resting place about her throat, the red jewels sparkling brilliantly in the light of the room. On the underside of the necklace, thin red lines rubbed against her flesh, leaving traces of his blood on her pale skin. The blood was made wet again by her sweat, trapped between them, shared by bother of them.<br><br><em>Get dressed, no one can take me from here but you Tegan.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 02:29:15</strong>
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				Tegan sighed, as he returned back around her throat, watching his transformation, unable to feel awe, as his arms disappeared. Her hand gently cradled the pendant, and brought it to her lips. She brushed her soft lips over him, a slow, tender kiss, before returning him between her breasts tucked beneath the corset. Only then did she dress, tugging skin-tight jeans back up her sticky, sweaty thighs, and the shirt over top the corset. The boot was last, and then she left.<br><br>The bus ride home was perhaps the longest she had ever taken. She felt horrible that he'd shown her his wings, that it had hurt him. Glancing down at her hand, soft smudges on her palm belied the blood even on the back of the pendant. She choked back a sub, and scrubbed her hand against her thigh, chafing the blood onto the dark-wash jeans. She all but bolted off of the bus, and to her house. She slammed the door behind her, and panted, her bag falling unceremoniously to the floor. She swore softly.She needed him. There. She needed to hold him, and she needed him to hold her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 02:41:02</strong>
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				Roe reformed even as the lock was turning, as she was collapsing back against the door, Moving from her to become real once more, but he had a plan. Tegan was lifted, hoisted, cradled in his arm and he held her tightly to him. His right hand had her shoulder, the finger moving, tracing the sigil and ward of protection that he had put on her the night before. A slight sent of roses moving as he started to carry her to her room. He had traced the symbol in almost record time, getting his armor to shroud her from all mystical sight, all trace of being alive save to see her. <br><br>He cast a glance at the door, and for a moment it shimmered to the different vision his eyes afforded. Warding the door and the house to warn him of ...intrusion. He had felt something on the bus, something that was familiar, but different. Something else of power was near by. He could not see the passing people, the cars and other vehicles. He had no idea where the power came from, or what is was, but he did not like it. Luckily his form as the necklace was is most obfuscated form, he would appear to all mortal and supernatural eyes as an enchanted item. They did exist, and many found their ways into mundane hands.<br><br>He moved slowly, carrying Tegan in arms that had created mountains and dredged the oceans in the creation of this world. There was nothing that would have made him let go, save the most precious woman he carried.<br><br><em>Shower or bed Tegan. I promise .. I... see how I feel.</em><br><br>With that he opened his mind to her, opened what he was beginning to think of as his soul. There she found his want and need for her. There was no pain, no hurt or worry, only visions of them together.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 02:54:01</strong>
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				Tegan curled in his arms, again, burying her face in his shoulder. She felt bruised and battered, exhaustion at the pain she felt for him settling deep within her. She barely noticed his fingers tracing over her back, her arms tightening in response. And then, he opened, flooded her mind with everything he felt. And there was no pain. It was a balm over the worst road rash ever. She relaxed in his arms, finally looking up to him, relief plain on her features. With a soft groan, she pulled herself to his mouth, her lips pressing harshly against his, the kiss telling him everything she couldn't. How much it had hurt her, how much she needed him, how she never wanted anything to happen to him, what she would do for him. <br><br>It took minutes for her to pull away, and look at him, soothed but still solemn. "Shower," She finally replied softly. They both needed it. Then bed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 03:03:02</strong>
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				He smiled before her mouth took his, pressing to him with a hungry ferocity that made him grow a little weak. Not in strength, but at the knees. The way a man should when a woman wants him, takes him, forces him to realize her care and devotion. He responded to her kiss, refusing to let her go, standing stock till in the hallway as he caressed her lips with own. He didn't want to break the kiss, break the new spell she was weaving to summon the man away from all other parts of his persona.<br><br>Finally, the moment was ready to pause. It was not done, no, it would not be done, couldn't be finished or rushed.&nbsp; It would not end, but it would burn him slowly and keep them both warm. He made it to the bath and then smiled.<br><br><em>A game, to lighten us even as we are close. Tegan. Stand there on the carpet, raise your hands and lace your fingers with your hair entwind between them. I ... I have something special to have you feel.</em><br><br>He set her down slowly, not wanting to lose the sensation of her near, but he had an idea, and he would again show her wondrous things. He watched her, smiling, leaving his mind open to hers, showing he had no pain, no fear, she was near and close and that is what he drew joy from.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 03:12:03</strong>
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				Tegan's eyes scrutinized him, as he set her down, her hands sliding into her riotous hair, interlacing against her scalp, trapping most of her hair between the two. "What do you mean?" She asked softly, her feet pressing into the plush carpet, her teeth worrying into her bottom lip. The air chilled her, in contrast to his heated flesh, her clothes suddenly feeling too tight, too cumbersome. She wanted them off. She wanted something loose and barely there. She watched him suspiciously, his mind slowly cheering hers, as she warmed to the idea of a game. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 03:25:23</strong>
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				He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing, keeping the image of her in his mind, which he left open to her. She saw herself as he saw her, beautiful, there, waiting. The room warmed slightly as he opened her eyes, and in his mind he saw himself kneeling in front of her. he unbuckled the boot, took the zipper down slowly, the teeth opening with that familiar sound. The leather was peeled back by his hands, the boot slowly working free. His hands moved along the back of her leg, rubbing her through the tight denim of the jeans. All this occurring in her mind, his mind, his vision being shared with her. He lifted at her leg, gently, about to slip the boot off.<br><br>As he thought this, created this vision, the boot cam undone. Invisible hands slowly manipulated reality just as his mind created the vision. The invisible hands had his grip, his touch, his same tenderness as if he were physically performing the act. But he wasn't. he was leaning against the counter, His will creating the vision to become real. He lifted Tegan's leg just slightly with the phantom hands, looking to her.<br><em><br>Can I continue Tegan?</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 03:44:48</strong>
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				Tegan gasped as she felt the boot loosen, her eyes widening as she saw him across the room, her mind conjuring her in front of her, kneeling. The hands cradled her calf, kept her steady, but they were not hi, they were not what she needed. Her mind cried out for <em>his</em> touch, <em>his</em> closeness. She shook her head at his request. She knew how he felt, and it touched her to the core, she couldn't believe the reverence with which he saw her, she knew there was no pain, that he was perfectly content. But she wasn't convinced. She needed to touch him, to convince herself that he was all right. <br><br>She shook her head at his question. "No... Roe I need <em>you</em>" She said, held immobile by the phantom hands, her own still interlaced in her curls. He could undress her, she wanted him to, but not like that. "Please..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 08:53:02</strong>
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				He moved to her, wrapping around her, his bare skin to her clothed body. His head bent down, the trace remains of his wounds gone. His hands found her shoulders even as his head bowed to hide in her hair.<br><br><em>Tegan, I promise, I am trying to hard to learn, to experience what you already know. Emotions. To know only pain and anger, lust. But I am feeling ..I feel because.. because of you. I want more of these feelings, to understand them, have them. Thank you, thank you Tegan. <br></em><br>His warmth flooded around her. Not the arousal scent and heat of passion, but a slow warmth to the bone. His hands didn't leave her, protecting her, touching her and holding her close to his body. With deliberate care, he started to undress Tegan. Casting the shirt she wore to the ground with slow hands as his mouth moved to find hers. He kissed her, letting his body move into it, Joining hers with the want she had with his own. <br><br><em>Touch me, hold me Tegan, I am right here and unharmed. Safe with you.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 14:24:10</strong>
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				Tegan's hips fit into his easily, as he surrounded her, hands unclasping and raising as he pulled the shirt over her head. His deliberate care, his gentle touch nearly undid her. But she was done with crying. Her chin tipped up, her lips meeting, pressing into his. Her hands slid around him, tight, just under his arms. Her hands splayed across his upper back, where the wings had burst forth. His skin was smooth, unmarked, and there was nothing beneath but muscle and bone. Where had they come from? She didn't even care. She didn't want to know. She wanted nothing to do with those wings.<br><br>But she believed him, finally. He wasn't hurting any more. She broke the kiss after a long time, her lips straying up and down his jawline, his stubble's gentle abrasion comforting. She fit her head on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck, just under his ear. "Thank you." She whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 10:04:16</strong>
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				Part of Roe did not want to move, did not want to change the position that they held now. He wanted her there, in the one true moment of safety he could offer. He knew they needed the shower, needed to wash the scent of their arousal from their bodies or they could be tempted to begin again so soon. He wanted her with him in the bed, holding her, staying close, saving the next moment for something special, as special as she was.<br><br>He pulled her from the sanctuary of his shoulder and looked at her, holding her and just looking to her face. It was a moment for him, a lifetime in a mind that did not see the stream of passing moments in the same way as a mortal. he would do everything he could to remain here, on this plane, because of the woman before him.<br><br>He released her shoulders, hand moving to undo the front hasps of the Corset, simple motions that would squeeze and then release her. It took only moments and he was setting the corset on the counter. He unbuttoned the jeans and then looked at them.<br><br><em>Tegan, You better take the jeans off, if I do.. I ... I can't say I will be able to resist being that close to you. </em><br><br>He did well to cover the arousal, fought his urge to flood the room with his scent, a scent that had already changed to include the smell of her sweat, her body. But he knew he would break had he knelt before her, knew the addiction to her arousal would cause his immediate and very attentive reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 12:00:01</strong>
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				Tegan nodded softly against his shoulder. She did as he asked, hooking her thumbs in he waistband of her jeans and panties, and pushed them down, over her hips. Not wanting to lose contact with him, her arms tightened, as she lifted a foot to step on the hem of her jeans, before lifting the other foot, pulling from the jeans. She repeated the process, leaving her bottom-half bare, even toeing off the socks she wore, before kicking them away. Still she coddled against his frame, holding him. She didn't have sex on her mind, for once with him. She could smell the scent from him. Her eyes turned up to meet his, as her arms tightened. "Thank you, Roe..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 19:27:26</strong>
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				We are so twined, so .... I don't even know. Tegan Incubi do not dream, we do not sleep, we live in a static abyss on a way I cannot even explain. I could not dream of a future or a past, but now I can.<br><br>He opened the shower curtain and slowly walk stepped both himself, and her, into the semi-safety of the shower. The scent, for a moment, would be masked, just allowing them to hold one another with little to influence them other than each other. He stood with her there, kissing her softly, smiling, just staying with her. <br><br>it was difficult, even when she had a look of worry, about something he said, or how he acted, he was just happy to be with her. Be free of a nothingness in the Abyss. How would he understand, how would he make her understand, that no pain suffered here could ever equal a moment in the world he had lived in. No amount of blood shed or pain experienced would seem a comparison to nothingness. <br><br>There was also the need to show her the last form, that of the demon. She would need to see all of his forms, be able to still want him in all of his visages. He was a little worried about it, it was...tailored, to him and also a perverted form of his angelic state. It would prove to be a tough experience for both of them, or so he thought.<br><br>He reached down, grabbed the soap and began to clean Tegan, not worrying about the future for a little bit. Just enjoying being here, being in the shower and with her. Being her lover.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 00:38:45</strong>
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				Tegan closed her eyes, and leaned against him, as he soaped her back. His strong hands smoothing the lather over her muscles felt wonderful, and a soft groan escaped her throat at the feeling. Exhaustion warred with the need to be close, with the need to make him, and her, feel alive. She wanted him, though not like usual. She wanted him slow, she wanted him close She wanted to fall asleep with him around her, inside her. She wanted him to keep working over her back. And for a minute, she wanted him to be human, no wings, no hell. But that wasn't him. It wouldn't be him. She couldn't love him if he was different.<br><br>She rested in his arms, not reaching for the soap, to return the favour, to wash him. She wanted to be selfish for a little longer. She wanted never to leave him. She didn't know what she wanted other than to never be separated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 05:52:40</strong>
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				One arm swept around her waist, holding her, using his strength to support her. The other continued to clean Tegan. Not in a slow and erotica way by design, but a sure and steady hand with intimate knowledge of her body. He did not seek to arouse her, instead wanting the intimacy of her embrace over the desire of her sex. He leaned forward , kissing atop her head as he held her. <br><br>Slowly he turned her in his arms, his chest pressing to her back, letting her head lean against his shoulders. he soaped her front, careful to not move near arousal points.&nbsp; He was already thinking of laying beside her, holding her more. The mid day session at School had sated his immediate needs and wants, and all he had left was for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 11:48:04</strong>
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				Tegan's eyes closed as her head lay back against Roe's shoulder. She breathed slowly, letting him take her weight, support and take care of her. She pushed away the twinge of guilt. He as the one that had been hurt, he was the one with blood caked down his back, but she wanted him to take care of her. She sighed, slowly, as the guilt took her. "Roe?" She said softly, taking her weight, and turning again in his arms. 'I'm sorry." She said softly. I just..." She couldn't say it, she couldn't even really understand why she was the one so drained, why she wanted him to take care of her. Her face tipped up under the spray to meet his eyes, her hands sliding around his waist to hold him. She sighed. "Can I have the poof?" she asked. She was going to wash the blood from him. Again. And then they were going to go into the bedroom, and sleep, curled around each other. She needed to press her reset button. And then she would make it up to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 21:09:46</strong>
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				<em>No, as a matter of fact you cannot.</em> <br><br>His voice was soft, but a firmness in it that was often unlike him. He brought her back to him, not letting her escape, still cleaning her, slowly coating her with the rich lather before the shower took it away.<br><em><br>Tegan, you have made me feel like an Angel again, not like the fallen shadow I thought I once was. I am confused and trying to understand. But I am happy, very happy. At one time the Angels were to servants of man, servants out of mandate and need. I am doing this by choice. You have given me that. Whether you know it or not, you have done so much, and now I want to do for you. I will be done soon, but do not feel bad for my attentions.</em><br><br>He cleaned her, at one point kneeling, glad for the water to mask the scent he could still take, taste, hold. It was easier to resist the urge, the need to take her again as he washed her leg, and gently washed atop&nbsp; her most intimate of skin. When he was done he stood, turning both of them so he could hold her again, hold her as the shower spray washed away the evidence of his wings.<br><br>He stayed holding her, knowing by instinct when the shower warmth would leave. He shut the water off and just stood with Tegan in the veritable sauna the shower had become. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 01:28:44</strong>
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				Tegan started slightly, at his matter of fact reply to her request. Her expression turned quizzical, her eyebrows raising in inquiry. But she listened. She relaxed back into his firm hold as he spoke, head tipped back still. Her eyes blinked, as fresh tears welled, and the water slid across her skin. His hands were so warm, so strong as they continued to wash her. Her eyelids slid closed as he knelt, and her arms hugged across her belly at his momentary absence. She all but fell into his, as he rose, arms again encircling her, and she turned with him, lovers caught momentarily in a dance. Her eyes stayed closed, as she rested against his strength, drawing from it. She barely noticed as the water turned off. Her fingers strayed across his back, inspecting, making sure, again, that he was still whole, that all of the blood was gone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 23:51:37</strong>
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				Roe warmed their bodies, blowing the water from their skin with the faintest surge of his power. He reached out, grabbing a towel he wrapped her quickly before picking her up, keeping a bubble of warm around them as he walked her to the bedroom. His arms stayed wrapped around her, holding her close as they moved. His back was clean, clear and pristine without flaw or damage. There was no hint to the violence of his wings bursting from his skin. All tegan could feel was the muscled warmth of him carrying her to the room and gently laying her on the bed. He moved in with her, leaving the towel wrapped around her body.<br><br><em>How do you feel Tegan, more relaxed now? </em><br><br>He let the heat bubble around them bleed off, letting his body be the only source of heat around them. Roe wrapped Tegan slowly, holding her tight as he asked if she was more relaxed now. He did not move fast, wanting her to feel as ease with him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 20:42:16</strong>
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				Tegan nodded, curling into his body, pressing close against the chill air. "Thank you,"&nbsp; She said softly, her head pillowing on his shoulder. Her eyes searched for his, as she finally opened them. Taking a deep breath, her chin tipped up, and Tegan slid her lips along Roe's jawline, her arm draping across his chest. She didn't know what to say. She fought the exhaustion that blanketed her, wanting every moment of Roe, wanting to never let him go. She wanted him to make slow love to her, she wanted to fall asleep with him. Her eyelids slid to half-mast, and she turned her head, nuzzling her face into his shoulder. She was torn, confused about everything. She wanted his reassurances, though she didn't know what for. "I love you," she murmured softly, finally. She didn't need a reply. She didn't even want one. She just wanted him to know. She wanted him to know, and to understand why.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 21:38:36</strong>
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				Roe understood lust, it had been burned into his very being. The demonic visage that sat abandoned in the abyss knew lust. The craving and want of flesh, the desire to possess and to control. It knew of power and dominance, submission and pain. But love, love had been stripped from him with his appointment to the pit. Upon his servitude to hell love was torn from him, an angel of creation itself, and he was denied its safety and warmth.<br><br>To love, to be loved. <br><br>The words were alien to him after all the time he had spent away from them. But, on her lips, with her voice, he dared to believe them. He didn't know how he would do it, didn't know if he could do it, but he knew that he wanted to, wanted for her to love him, and find a way to return every bit of that to her.<br><br>Roe's arms wrapped around Tegan and he pulled her close, as tight as he could without hurting the young and fragile woman. He looked to her, letting his eyes grow heavy, subtly pushing out his will , he power to let her sleep. He was full, had been since the school, and he wanted her peaceful and in his arms. He remained around her, soft skin to the touch, over top muscle and flesh like any other mortal. Save that he had seen the beginning of this world. He rested with her, trying to coax her into a sleep. <br><br>As they lay there he remembered the feeling from earlier, and his right hand crept up her body and to her back, slowly tracing along her skin. Again he warded her, making her invisible to the minds of those who would do her harm. Giving her some protection against weapons not forged for the wars of heaven, or of hell. And lastly he made it silent, giving off no resonance of it being on her. Hidden from all forms of the host, the horde or the mortals around her.&nbsp; His work done he leaned forward and kissed her head.<br><em><br>We need sleep, and I need you to hold me, keep me safe Tegan. You protect me, and I... I am learning how powerful you truly are.</em><br><br>-Part 1... edit coming up in a little bit -
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 00:46:03</strong>
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				The two figures stood at the end of the block, a man and a woman, out for an evening stroll, nothing more common in their mood or demeanor. They casually turned and began to walk back down the block speaking in soft voices as the strolled down the sidewalk.<br><br>"Are you sure, there are none of the usual markings. No bell, book or candle. Not even the most remote hint that this is a wit.." The woman began as the passed the rather plain and unassuming houses.<br><br>"Hush," the man replied with a quick admonishment. He looked to the woman instead of about, the face seemed calm but the eyes were alight with a fanatic's fire."I am quite sure of everything I do. She practices thought she has not shown any outer trace. Maybe she is a dabbler, but it is best to put the fear of the righteous into her before she becomes a practitioner. "<br><br>"Yes, yes I know, but what makes you think the book we are looking for...," she paused as they started to pass the house. "Did you see her leave? I can't sense her anymore, the house seems to be empty now."<br><br>The man looked over and at the house. for a moment his eyes grew unfocused, staring hard at the simple structure."Something is odd, I cannot get passed the front door, something is keeping me out. Damnit, we need to go tonight, she is much more powerful than we thought. We need to get that book away from her as soon as we can, there is no telling what resides inside those pages."<br><br>"We could try now, she is not home."<br><br>"No, later, we will need a third, someone who can get us past the door if need be, we need to go now." With that the man picked up the pace of the stroll, leading the woman farther down the sidewalk. The cornered the walk and hurried off, farther into the night.<br><br>As all this transpired, Roe remained with Tegan, unaware that others would interject themselves to his fragile little world.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 16:31:10</strong>
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				Tegan nodded to him, her eyes growing heavy with his. Her arms slid across his skin to wrap tightly around his back, to hold him close. She struggled to keep her eyes open, stare into his. There was so much she didn't know, so much of him she wanted. His fingers skimming along her back soothed her, his lips pressing to the top of her head pulling her deeper down. She fought it, she wanted every moment with Roe for the rest of her life, but she was no match. With a soft sigh of defeat, her eyes closed, and her breathing slowed. Her breath puffed against his shoulder as she dropped to sleep, her fingers splayed across his back. His arms tight around her, restrictive and comforting, reassuring. Nothing bad could happen to her with Roe around.<br><br>Tegan slept dreamlessly in Roe's arms, deeply, completely safe. She slept deeply, washing her anguish for him away, cleansing her mind. She needed it after yesterday. She did not stir until late the next morning, a soft moan preceding her to wakefulness. She woke smiling softly. Her lips pressed into his shoulder, as her eyes slowly looked up, to gauge if he was awake. He was fine, she was fine, and she loved him. They had forever to explore each other, to know everything. Her lips curled into a smile, as she shifted in his grip, her fingers slowly beginning to run up and down his back. He held her too tightly to move, but she could still show him her appreciation from where she was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 06:20:12</strong>
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				-Outside Tegan's house-<br><br>"Can we get through the door? what was holding it?" The man from night before looks over to a new friend who stood beside him. The new man was shorter, a swarthy skin and nervous twitch about his eyes. His voice was hoarse when he spoke.<br><br>"Yes, I think, I mean... I think I got them done. Whatever she used is nothing I am used to. It is really powerful and it took me a while to just find it. It was well hidden, I mean, like I would not have caught it if I didn't stand right atop of it, and I am afraid If I look away I will lose it, so whatever you are doing go quick." the swarthy skinned fellow did not look happy nor comfortable.<br><br>The man and the woman from the night before moved towards the house, walking right to the front door, the woman touching the handle of the door carefully. Both were dressed casually, simple clothes to blend into Anywhere USA or Canada.&nbsp; The woman nodded and made like she was going for keys as the man hit the front door lock with a lock pick gun and a tension wrench. They moved together, the entire procedure hidden from the sight of a casual onlooker if there was one. The lock click and the door opened as they began to walk inside.<br><br>*************************************************************************************<br><br>Roe's eyes flew wide and he looked to Tegan, his face a mask with the edges of worry and more than a little bit of anger etched on them. He looked at the door of the bedroom, as he started to move, standing and crossing the floor even as she had been touching him. His voice was a whisper but Tegan could hear every word.<br><em><br>Intruders, someone just came through the front door, they are not immortal.</em><br><br>He did not tell her that one of his casual wards had been dismissed, the most simple and obvious one left to trick someone into a lull of confidence. He turned to Tegan and looked to her, the worry was for her, the anger gone and replaced with something else.<br><br><em>Tegan, where is the book, that is the only damning... Ok, not the only damning thing in the house, but someone is here for something, and I have a feel that is it.</em><br><br>He stood naked perched on the balls of his feet like some ballet dancer ready to move, there was an odd energy about him, a power slow and building under around him like a haze. The scent of his normal self was masked, and to anyone but her he was simple a very naked man.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 17:13:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan looked up to him as he first stirred, her smile sliding away as she focused on his face. Something was wrong.&nbsp; She pushed herself up, sitting to stare at him as he moved toward the door. Fear hit her as he informed her there were intruders. Her hands clutched at her duvet, and she dragged it up her body reflexively. Someone was in her home. Her heart felt heavy, her stomach gone as dread began to filter into her veins. "The book? What..." She tried to force her mind back. She had been with it in the kitchen the night she'd summoned him. She'd dropped it... Had she cleaned the kitchen? "I- I think it's in the kitchen. It must have gone under the table when I dropped it..." Her voice was the barest of whispers. Eyes wide, hiding beneath her cover, as if that would protect her. She was stranded, and she did not know what to do. People were in her house!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 20:05:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The look of fear in Tegan's eyes damn near broke what soul he had left. An anger welled inside him and a fury that was born before time was recorded washed his senses of hesitation. How dare someone cause her fear, how dare they try and enter her sanctuary without invitation or care. Only his will, his want to be as mortal as he could for her, stopped him from bursting through her to search out these intruders. For a moment he toyed with the idea of reducing them to ash and sending the intruder straight to the abyss. it appealed to him on several levels, even the mortal had a hard argument against it, but the mortal won out. He would find out who the people were before pronouncing judgment.<br><br>With an unnatural silence Roe moved from the room, the door making no sound. He stalked down towards the kitchen, his intent to cloak the book with a glamour and dissuade the intruder from being here, or returning. With this thought in mind roe gathered a mote of his power and sent a thought out, searching for the mind... no minds as there were two, of the strangers. They had only made the living room, if he hurried he could stop them there. A second pulse of power and the book would vanish from their sight, appear to be as empty space to anyone save himself and Tegan. <br><br>He made it to the kitchen and then started across, glad that no one had made it this far, that he was between the intruders and the woman who was in her bed room. He would protect her, without a thought.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 15:16:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan watched as Roe left, clutching the duvet closer to her naked chest. He was leaving? Where was he going? She hesitated a moment. He was leaving, going into danger. Her foot winced back as it touched the cool floor. Dragging the covers with herself, she moved to the door. Eyes searching the room for something, anything that could be used as a weapon. She had nothing. Eyebrows frowning with frustration, hr heart pounding heavily in her chest, she moved to the bathroom. Grabbing the toilet plunger, and dropping the duvet, she quietly padded toward the stairs, walking down the sides of them to avoid any creaks. <br><br>Making sure the coast was clear, Tegan slipped into the kitchen, holding her breath as she turned the corner, and her back pressing against the fridge. Her eyes settled back upon Roe, and she sighed softly in relief. He was okay. What if they were burgalers? What if they had guns? Could Roe die? She didn't know. Brandishing the plunger like a sword, she stepped out, closer to him. She wanted to be close to him. It was more frightening to be alone, and she didn't want to hear a gunshot and not know what was going on. What if he got hurt? Her breathing was shaky, as she padded to his side. She looked up to him silently, eyes wide, and lips pale with fear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 23:17:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe cursed silently, luckily he was still a Demon, and he knew words that would have burned Tegan’s ears. Quite literally burn them in fact, but that was neither here nor there. For now he had to get the intruders out of the house as soon as he could, he needed to keep Tegan as safe as possible. He needed to rend the flesh from the bones of the intruders and hand their feet as a sign to all who would try and assail Tegan’s home. <br><br>The beast approved of the last plan, was encouraging the streak of violence. In fact nothing would have made the beast happier than to kill the intruders in the most violent and bloody manner possible before coming for Tegan and taking her wherever she stood while still gore spattered and hungry. Roe closed his eyes and shut the internal cage and kept the beast at bay. He knew Tegan was close, and he did not want her to see the beast lest the beast really see her.<br><br><em>Tegan, stay here, close your eyes and do not look at me, I am going to be changing shapes, and if you look… just don’t. I promise, they can’t hurt me.</em><br><br>He spoke so quietly only Tegan would be able to hear him, his voice sure and confident in her ears. He would try to be non-violent, try to keep the beast and the demon in check while he protected her.<br><em><br>As soon as I say go, get the book, it is under the table, you can see it, they can’t, grab it and get it to your room please. This is complicated because I don’t want to hurt them, but I will be fine. I promise.</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 23:09:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She stared at him, listening closely to his every word. He wanted her to leave? But... Her eyes dropped, and she nodded, hating that she couldn't do anything to help. She glanced back up to him, and nodded. "All right just... be careful... Please..." Her voice was the barest of whispers. she had no doubt that he could take care of the intruders. He was a demon, whether she forgot that or not. He was a being from hell-fire, and he could more like than not rend her or anyone else insane with a thought. "I love you." She added, mind shying away from the danger he held in check. He could break her, he could kill her, but she knew he wouldn't. She trusted him not to. Even if he did... <br><br>Taking a deep breath to steel herself, her eyes closed. The toilet plunger hung loosely from her hand, and she listened, head bowed, for his cue. Her hand tightened again on the handle. The table was beside her. She would have to drop to her knees, and reach out for the book. Hold tight, to keep the pages from falling out, and run back up the four stairs. Her mind ran through what she would have to do, trying not to think of the strangers that had walked into her house, how dangerous Roe could truly be. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 03:30:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Go Tegan, get the book, I promise they cannot hurt me.</em><br><br>There was a brief moment, a pause, and then the room exploded in the scent of roses, leather, sand, but no pheromones. She felt the wash and wave of power that came from Roe beside her as he stepped into the other room. <br><br><strong>Tegan, I will help, keep your physical eyes closed.</strong><br><br>As he spoke in her mind she could see the kitchen, the table, the book under it seem to shimmer and grew hazy in colour. Roe had shared part of his sight, his memory, she would see the world as he saw it. The colours of the spectrum seemed more vibrant and alive than ever before. Details easily overlooked were stronger, more clear. It was a clean freaks worst nightmare and possibly greatest gift. The way that the patterns of the wood grain on the table swirled and mixed, the slight imperfections in the tile floor. everything was more alive than before.<br><br>Roe himself had changed his appearance, had Tegan saw him now she would not have believed it to be him. At once he was Adonis and Helen of Troy. Beautiful in an inhuman way and appearance to those who looked upon him with mortal eyes. He moved to stand before the man and woman, the intruders in Tegan's home. <br><br><em>Why have you threatened me with breaking into my home?</em><br><br>In those words he flooded fear and uncertainty, enough emotions to stun the two people. To the woman he appeared as an innocent, naive and scared of her intrusion. To the man, fearful, worried and concerned for her own safety and purity. He leveled the motions on the two unsuspecting mortals, filling them with guilt for what they had done.<br><br>The two, once filled with purpose and goal faltered, unable to even talk as they considered what they had done. They stared and almost cried at the thought that they had disturbed Roe and his peace, never once considering that he was not Tegan and that he was a greater threat than they thought. Roe manipulated their thoughts, making sure that as soon as they crossed the threshold they will be repentant, thinking that they had searched the house and found nothing, only remembering that they found someone inside who could not have been what they were looking for.<br><br>He continued his focus, delving into their minds, and what he found there bothered him. He found their purpose, their mission, and he also found the willingness to accomplish their goals and at what cost. He stayed in the doorway, blocking all sight of Tegan from their view.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 16:48:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She hesitated. She was still standing when the wash of scent, and power battered over her. She couldn't help her gasp, the step back from surprise. And then she could see. Somehow. She stared with her eyes closed, at once amazed at what she saw, and perplexed. The table was a riot of beautiful colours, colours she couldn't even begin to describe, colours she couldn't see, herself. <em>The Book</em> <br><br>Tegan dropped to her knees, her hand on the table's edge to keep from knocking her chin off of it. She ducked under the table, reaching for the book and clasping it tightly in her hand. Pulling it close, and tugging it to her chest, she all but swung out from under the table, and quick-stepped away. Temptation pulled at her, the urge to look back, see what he had done. His voice was the same, but different. She couldn't place how, the tone had changed, maybe. It was almost if two people were talking. And they were scared. She took the steps two at a time, closing the door behind herself with a click that seemed to ricochet all around the house. Sliding down the door, she sat, panting, her eyes still closed. She waited for him, heart pounding, tugging to feel him so far away.<br><br>The plunger lay on the floor, forgotten. What had Roe done? What were they going to do? What was he doing to the intruders? She wanted it to be a few hours ago, when things were simple. When her biggest concern had been the water heater running out. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 02:45:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The two intruders had been struck dumb by Roe's appearance. To each he was the world made innocent, and they were the evil. He turned their own distorted piety back on themselves and washed them in the feelings of guilt and sorrow. How could they have thought there was a witch here, there were no signs? How could they have felt they were in the right in break and enter when the person here was so innocent, so beautiful?<br><br>He reached into their minds, unguarded and unprepared after being caught staring at his naked form. He reached in and took the information he needed while leaving them with visions of coming into the house and finding nothing out of the ordinary. He gave them visions of each room, made one another see each other working, finding nothing. The would not even have a memory of him.<br><br>He waited until they had left, not crossing the room until they had to be gone, angry and ashamed of making someone so innocent so afraid. The irony made roe smile. As soon as they were gone, and then a few minutes more he waited and then went and locked the door. He moved quickly to Tegan's room, knocking on the door while dropping his glamour.<br><em><br>Tegan.. its me, we are safe for now but we have to return that book as soon as possible, that is what they were looking for. Do you know what The Malleus Maleficarum is? Have you ever heard of them at all?</em><br><br>His voice was serious, but he did not sound frightened, if anything he sounded focused. The slight scent of roses still hung in the air about him as he waited for her to open the door.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 19:27:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her breath caught, as the knock sounded, and she tensed, Eyes closing tight, hugging the book tight, until his voice sounded. It was him. She turned, dropping the book, as her eyes opened, to pull the door open. She wasn't even listening to what he said. The spine of the book broke, splaying the pages across the floor as her arms encircled his. She didn't even bother standing, just stood from her knees. "Roe..." Her voice was almost silent, strained, a sob catching in her throat. It all crashed, then. The fear, for him, for herself. The violation of having someone walk into her home uninvited. She didn't know if she would ever feel safe again. Even with Roe. "What if something happened?" She whispered, fingers digging into his hips. "What if they had a gun, Roe?"<br><br>Her face buried itself in his lower belly, needing to feel him close, the hardness of his body under the warm velvet of his skin comforting. He was her rock, he was the only thing that had been steady this last day. Even when he'd torn his back apart, even when she'd been so terrified for him, he had been calm. He was the one who had reassured her. He was strong where she was weak. She needed him. "Please don't do anything like that again..." She whispered. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 19:50:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe felt the weight of Tegan's words hit him even as she wrapped around his waist. She had been afraid for him. Not "of" him, but for him. The thought never passed his mind until he felt the worry and the fear she had wash over him. Her care, her love, the want she had for him. He had not felt this in eons, not since before the fall, before the flight and rebellion. Memories of a place before there was time struck him, and almost broke him. The beast deep inside was smothered, quelled under the emotions sent by a mortal woman.<br><br><em>Tegan, I am fine, I promise... they didn't have any weapons, I knew that, I would never endanger you. Please believe me, I won't lie... I was more afraid I would hurt them because they scared you.</em><br><br>He held Tegan close, suppressing all of his otherworldly abilities, holding her just as a mortal might. He tried his best to comfort her as he might, unsure of his actions, and just letting his mortal form tell him what to do. He held Tegan, not saying anything for a moment.<br><br><em>Tegan, they could not have hurt me, not really, even if they had tried, and I would not let them hurt you either. I was gentle, I sent them away, they will forget us. They came for the book, came to recover something they thought was dangerous. We need to get it out of here, I will erase all traces of anything that could cause problems for anyone else. </em><br><br>he spoke softly, letting his words try to be as calming as possible. he had faith, for the first time in a very long time, he had faith again. This time, it was faith in himself and in Tegan, something that he found to be very powerful indeed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 17:29:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It took Tegan long moments, until she could pull away, until she could look up to him, eyes red ringed with emotion. She sniffed, and nodded. There was urgency in his voice. They didn't have time to be vulnerable. She didn't have time for it. She nodded again, and pulled away. "Okay..." She said softly. She turned, reaching for the book, until she realized. She froze. Pages were everywhere, there was no rhyme or reason to it. Her eyes flicked up to Roe's, her her teeth bit into her bottom lip, her face collapsing, fear, sorrow, frustration, maybe a hint of panic. "I'm sorry..." She whispered. She hadn't meant to break it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 04:04:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Tegan, no, it was an old book, and it was not even mine. Its ok, we can fix this, but we must gather all the pages as fast as we can.&nbsp; Tegan, take a breath, look at me, we are fine, and we can get rid of the book, I will erase all the dangerous knowledge and no one will be the wiser. It will be no different than any hundred books supposedly about the occult when we are done. </em><br><br>He gave her a reassuring hug and looked to her, nodding as he spoke, there was no trace of anger or fear, just a certainty of what they must do. He moved from her, sitting down in the middle of the room and gathered up the old jacket of the book. Even as he took the old tome the Jacket began to repair itself, the leather grew more supple and many years of wear were erased as he sat there holding the sleeve open.<br><br><em>Do you have something to use as glue, I can make it match what was once here, what was originally used to bind the pages, We can do this together, with both our hands it will be short work.</em><br><br>He smiled to her, again, wanting to reassure her that there was nothing to fear at this time.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 03:33:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan sniffed, and nodded, scrubbing her wrist across her eyes once again. "I... yeah." She stood, slowly, walking to her closet. She was drained. Again, already. She reached, eyes on the top shelf, pushing up onto her tip toes. With a soft noise, she grabbed a shoebox, and pulled it down, turning to bend and collect the pages closest to her. Hot glue would work. She passed the pages silently to Roe, before opening the box, and removing the gun to plug into the wall. She set it down, almost mechanically, before moving to collect the rest of the pages. They'd managed to go everywhere, under the bed, under her dresser, one even had gone right across the room from under her bed. <br><br>"There," She said softly, offering Roe all of the pages she'd gathered. "I think that's them all..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 20:25:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Tegan…. Here… take my hand , close your eyes… it is time that you shake the worry and believe again.</em><br><br>He didn’t wait for her to take his hand, feeling her hesitation and worry, instead he took hers, and in that moment he let her know something about him. He was still an angel, buried deep, hidden well away from the sight and the torment, he was still divine. And in that, he had the power of belief, of faith. His had been restored&nbsp; by her, her faith in him, her belief and worry and care for him. If she were willing to share that with him, then he knew, his secret would be safe with her.<br><br>He released his faith and shared it with her. The mandate and knowledge that what they did was right, it was for the best. A sureness, a confidence, a driving force and factor that was initially granted by the divine, and then was hidden deep as he was forced to destroy in instead of create. Tegan could now feel how much he cared, how much he trusted to share with her something that had been hidden since before humans recorded time. <br><br>&nbsp;With faith came strength, hesitation was lost, and for the moment she could perceive the world as he did. It was a place to live and be alive in. A chance to do something not done before, and then share it with her. He shared with her the most basic of his remaining angelic quality, the ability to act for the protection of others.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 22:10:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan frowned softly, as he asked for her hand, confusion writing itself plainly across her face. But as his warm hand enveloped hers, she felt the tension in her back and shoulders relax, and some new strength, a new hope filter into her from him. Her chest expanded, as she took a deep breath The first full, deep, stretching breath she'd taken in a while. And her eyes opened to meet his. Her mouth opened slightly, lips forming an 'o' of surprise, and her hand tightened in his. They had to fix the book, and return it. Make it safe. Then they could go and live, somewhere in peace. They could live and love. They could protect each other, and find a way to help others. They could make the future work.<br><br>"Thank you..." She breathed, her hand tightening in his, before she threw herself against his frame, wrapping her arms around him, and nuzzling into his neck. "Thank you, Roe." She hadn't understand how worn she had been, until he'd mended her. She had been slowly coasting down a slope. She held tight to him, her rock, her love and her support. He could make everything okay so easily, but it meant the world to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 20:30:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Faith Tegan, it starts within you. We, before we fell, could subsist on faith. It was like a heartbeat for us</em>.<br><br>He spoke plainly, his hand running up to hold her shoulders and bring her tight. How to explain to a mortal the real reason for and power of belief, or faith? How to explain that the universe and the heavens and hells were created because people believed. That Angels and Demons, monsters of myth and legend, had gained life because of the belief of various beings, cultures, humans.&nbsp; It was not a conversation for now, but for later. One when they had time.<br><br><em>Tegan, we need to get dressed, you go first, something …common, not to stand out. I am going to remove all the danger from the book and then I will get dressed. No necklace this time… and no leather like last time. We need to return the book….as much as I like the idea of taking you in the library it came from.</em><br><br>He shook his head to clear it.<br><br><em>Sorry distracted myself, get dressed, and then I will.</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 04:03:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan looked up at him, and nodded. Back to he closet, for a pair of worn jeans and a black t-shirt. Very mute, and very drab. Easy enough to ignore. She pulled her hair back, wrapping it in a bun before tying it back, and turning to him. How had she survived without Roe? How in the world had she gone a day, hell, twenty years without his touch, the love he radiated unconditionally? How had she been so frightened of him? She watched him work, 'fixing' the book, gnawing on her bottom lip, not wanting to distract him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 02:14:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Tegan, if you will come and sit here, hold the book as I dress myself, and we will be ready.</em><br><br>He patted the floor beside him, giving her a place to sit and then passing the book to her, placing her hands along the spine so that she would hold the tome closed. Once she was sitting and holding the book he stood. He moved a bit away before he summoned clothing to his body. His jeans would match hers, simple and unadorned, looking all the world to be something off a mid level rack somewhere. He made himself a button down shirt, leaving it un-tucked, but buttoned to match the convention of hiding skin. <br><br><em>Should I leave my hair long or should I make it shorter to blend in Tegan?</em><br><br>Even as he spoke sandals were drawn about his feet, covering his flesh and completing his outfit. He still stuck out with an otherworldly presence, something he would mask once he was outside of the house. Until then, he remained as he was, finally dressed and standing before her. It would normally have been a decent expenditure of his energy, but Tegan’s faith in him kept his reserve in check. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 22:35:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hands carefully gripped the book, as she sat where he directed, watching as he summoned the clothing. She shook her head, however as he suggested cutting his hair. "No, leave it long. Some people do, it's not exactly noteworthy." She replied. Selfishly, she thought it would be a crime to cut the hair. How he could make clothing look so good, she didn't understand. Carefully clutching the book, she rose. "I took it from the museum I worked at last year..." She said. "It's... I don't know how we can get it back where it belongs. Into the museum is easy, Into the employee area, however..." She lapsed into silence. ""They have security guards... Do you have any ideas?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 05:55:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe smiled and walked over to her, offering his hand. There was a simple sureness about him, a knowledge that they would succeed.<br><em><br>I can cloud their minds, it will not hurt them, they will not even know we are there, but if you think of any traps we may encounter, let me know of them in advance. Tegan, I am not sure mankind has advanced enough to worry or doubt my powers. After that, lets go out, have a meal and see if we can relax again. Together we can do great things I think.<br></em><br><br>He waited for her acknowledgment, her commitment to the most simple of plans. In his mind it was to go to the lorehouse, return the book unnoticed and leave. All traces, all resonances scoured so that there was nothing to tie them to the tome. Simplicity itself he thought, having no idea what a trove the museum truly was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 01:55:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Roe, there are video cameras, key cards... Lots of security. You're not supposed to be able to waltz in and take something, or put something back. I got away with it because I was an employee, I was supposed to be there. And nobody paid attention to it. But now? I'm going to have to talk to people and, it's going to be like... impossible to get past the security. I dunno, maybe we should just go and hide it in one of the exhibits..." She mused, as she slid her hand into his. <br><br>She looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed in worry, her hair still disheveled. No make up, bare faced. She looked like she'd been woken and dressed in a hurry. Though the panic from before had dissipated, she was still worried. Only someone naive as Roe could think it would be easy. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 04:59:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The talk of security and guard, cameras and measures meant to keep people out seemed to enter one of Roe's ears and leave the other. There was a childlike smile, completely without innocence. A glee, a happiness at the idea of breaking the rules. Maybe the demon was not completely gone from him as he reached out and took Tegan's hand. He brought her to him and lowered his lips to hers, stalling any attempts at verbal conversation.<br><br>The kiss was warm, an excitement pushing through him that could be felt like a charge. His mouth hungrily met hers, embracing her and sampling her flesh as if it were the first kiss they had shared. He trapped the book between their bodies, as if the book was the only thing that was stopping them from baring one another again and sating needs. <br><br>He broke the kiss, the reassurance in his eyes was there, without question, without reserve.<br><br><em>Place the tome in a thick bag, something of canvas or material of the like. The satchel you use for your school will do. Let us go, as we take the bus hold my hand, close your eyes and think of all that you know of this place. I will watch. If when we get there you decide it is too dangerous then we will make plans anew.</em><br><br>He smiled to her, the Devil's smile itself. A myriad of thoughts passing through his head, not so much evil, as exciting his blood.<br><br><em>But, I aim to misbehave.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 18:14:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan did as he said, grabbing her backpack, and stuffing in the newly repaired tome, his kiss still tingling on her lips, and slung it over her shoulder. "Okay," She said. She offered her hand, wanting to feel his touch. Everything was different, now, but everything, somehow, was he same. She still wanted to feel hi touch, still wanted to feel his lips on hers, his arms around her. The feel of his hips as she wrapped her legs around them, the way his very look, every sound still heated her lower stomach, made her clench down for a moment. <br><br>On the bus, she did exactly as he requested, visualizing the entire museum. Everything she knew and everything she'd guessed. It took only a few minutes - thoughts were faster than words, after all, before she opened her eyes to look at him. "What do you think?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 18:44:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roe kept in constant contact with Tegan as they walked and then rode the bus together, all the while looking like a young couple during the first days of a romance. In many ways they were, Roe having never been this human before, was both Tegan's elder as well as her junior. The impulses and feelings of being human were at times overwhelming. There was a desire to just get rid of the book, to run away, to have as much time her as she would allow. But the other nature he carried would not let go of the thrill of displacing authority. Even with the best intentions the thought of circumventing the "law" was ingrained in his psyche and it was hard to resist.<br><br>He saw through her memories the thoughts of security guards, of ID scanners and cameras. Came to understand her worry, her fear of capture, or worse, a fear of them questioning him. He knew that the questioning would give them nothing, his abilities would, as he did not doubt them, far outweigh the strength of their thoughts. He smiled inside, it would not so much be easy, as it would be interesting. He had broken into, and out of, places before. Best not tell Tegan to much about his sordid past, he was after all, a demon of lust.<br><br><em>We can do this, with you at my side I feel quite capable of doing anything to be honest. </em><br><br>He said quietly in response to her words. He looked to her and smiled, a simple and happy look as he reached to brush a lock of hair from her face with his free hand.<br><br><em>We enter meekly, two mortals in a quest for the past, for knowledge. We will find people you once knew, and you will introduce me. I will do my best to make you proud of me, to believe in me.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 02:01:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tegan nodded, looking up at him as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. She would trust him. He'd taken care of the intruders, he could take care of the museum. "Okay," she said, her hand squeezing his. She et her head test on his shoulder the rest of the trip, trying to stave off the acidic worry she usually felt before an exam. She was going to be fine. So was he. They both were. <br><br>She pressed the indicator button, as the next stop was announced, and stood, grabbing the overhead rail with her free hand. she sighed softly, looking to him as the bus rolled to a jolty stop. Then out the rear doors, and they were in front of the museum. A light rain dusted across the morning, catching in her air and sticking to her clothes. She lead the way, her backpack slung casually over her shoulder. At the doors, she paused once more, looking to Roe for reassurance, before they pushed in.<br><br>She smiled to the older lady behind the counter as she paid admission. It was Gladys. Tegan only knew her in passing, as Gladys had spent the summer with her grandkids. Handing Roe a ticket, they proceeded to the entrance lines. Through the turn styes, and they were in. "Now what?" She asked him softly. "Where do you think we should go first?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistake (Echoes and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 21:21:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sound, the muffled sound of a rich chuckle echoed through the second level of the museum. Roe was sitting on a bench, curled over, Tegan standing in front of him trying not to look out of place. He held his sides, as he tried to breath, his human form failing him as his mind continued to replay the picture.<br><br>He and Tegan had been in the museum for 45 minutes, traveling through the exhibits as she showed him around the place. She had to elbow him a few times as he had reminisced aloud about certain times, and the real uses for several items on display. For the most part he had been behaved, a mischievous glint in his eyes, but no real&nbsp; display of illegal behavior.<br><br>Then they went into the section of art from the Renaissance, and Roe's grin slowly turned into a full blown smile, then laughter. While other patrons looked at the works of master Roe could not stop himself from laughing at the depiction of the angelic host. His comments grew more bawdy and Tegan had been forced to grab him by the hand and pull him into an empty hallway before his comments grew too indecent.<br><br><em>No wonder the angels don't want to come to Earth, if I were perceived as a bare assed babe with wings and rosy cheeks I wouldn't want to come here either.</em><br><br>he was able to manage as he caught his breath.<br><em><br>People do not realize that the perception of faith colours faith. Those who believe that the angelic look as such and tried to summon them would actually get that as their avatar. God I am glad you wanted me as I am, I rather think I look good but....</em><br><br>He looked back to the room with the art and began to snicker again, it was obvious that he was not going to be able to go back in there any time soon. The opportunity to poke fun at the host was far to great.
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