Post by blackflamerose on Aug 2, 2007 0:06:21 GMT -5
Dementia had left Roy out in the city. She had teased him something terrible, but intended on making that up. Her dark room dimly lit by black and white candles. The large empty futon in her room covered in black silk sheets. This was the way Dementia liked her room. It reminded her of her home.... Alright not exactly. There were no screaming maniacs to lul her to sleep, Her father wasn't there to pat her head and tell her what a good girl she was and... The candles were hardly a replacement for real fire and brimstone, but... Dementia lived. Home was home right? The room smelled of roses. Dementia loved the smell of roses for some odd reason.
The pale girl usualy dressed in a long, revealing crimson dress with crimson lips to match, now wore a black satin night dress that went to mid thigh. Her long black wavy locks allowed to dance freely around her. She glanced at her clock. Roy should arrive soon. So... Dementia would flop down onto her bed and get some reading in before he arrives. Dementia laid out on her stomach and flipped open the pages of a book. her feet would go into the air and kick about, moving that night dress up a little more revealing more of her lower body. An innocent index finger resting on her crimson lips as she scanned the pages of her book.
A knock on her door and with out thinking about it too much Dementia answered. Her lower half and back to the door as she was consumed in her book.
Post by blackflamerose on Aug 2, 2007 0:28:47 GMT -5
"Hm... Hmm... Hm"
Dementia hummed. She put a bookmark in her book and pushed it off the bed with ease. It hit the floor softly and Dementia rolled over to look at him. The look on his face made her giggle a bit. She sat up and pushed her self to the edge of the bed, making her night dress rise up a bit. She stood up and walked over to him. Her arms wrapping around him once again, Her lips pressing against his and one of her hands moving down to his butt and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Don't tell me you don't remember the conversation from earlier."
Dementia smiled and pulled Roy with her as she backed up towards her bed. Her seductive voice once again sounding. Her wings pulled in a little and she would push Roy onto the bed.
"Come on and sit down..."
Last Edit: Aug 2, 2007 0:30:32 GMT -5 by blackflamerose
Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 2, 2007 0:37:45 GMT -5
Roy was suddenly VERY self concious of the bulge in his pants She kissed him softly, and squeezed his butt a little, before he was pushed onto the bed, remembering the conversation from before. He suddenly knew she wanted to have sex with him, but not in as many words. In quie a few more, actually.
This time, he diddn't project his thoughts. They were his alone.
Oh my god...she's going to...we're going to.
Her seductive voice was like music to his ears. His body shook lightly, as he looked at her. Her night dress had ridden up, and he could see...well...a lot.
Post by blackflamerose on Aug 2, 2007 1:05:37 GMT -5
Dementia climbed into her bed with him and pushed him back a bit so he was laying down. A smirk still on her face as she leaned down and pressed her crimson red lips against his, her tongue once again teasing the flesh of his lips. Her left hand resting on his chest began to slide down. She pushed a thought into his mind.
I picked show...
Her hand would stop just above his pants and she would pull away from his lips.
"Are you still scared Atenwood. I thought you would like my little welcome back party..."
Her voice kept its same soft, seductive tone. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and her left hand finally moved from its place on his stomach. Another feather was removed from her wing and she slid it over the skin that was showing on his stomach. Before it had removed the feather her left hand had moved his shirt up a bit. The black feather then slid softly over the skin of the Half elf and Dementia smiled as she kissed his neck.
Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 2, 2007 20:47:24 GMT -5
She asked him if he was afraid. She had chosen to show him what she meant. His body tensed at her touch, and he looked into her eyes, his own conveying more emotion than his voice ever would in his entire lifetime.
His body shuddered slightly, a small spasm of sensation coursing through him as she kissed his neck. He ran his hands up her legs softly, not even noticing he was doing it himself, waiting for any instruction he was going to be given, or whatever she would do as a small moan escaped his lips.
Post by blackflamerose on Aug 2, 2007 21:03:39 GMT -5
"Aw... Don't be, I will be gentle..."
Her voice sounded softly in his ear with her hot breath on his neck. Dementia licked her lips before sliding her warm tongue along the side of his pointed ear. Her hand moving the feather back and fourth on his stomach, softly touching his skin.
"I am not all that bad a girl you know. I can be nice..."
Her hand stopped moving the feather and she left it on his stomach. Her hand laying open on his stomach and sliding slowly up his shirt to slide accross his chest, stopping just over his heart. She could feel it racing and she smirked a bit. She could feel his hand traveling up her legs. Dementia licked her lips again and let out a soft moan in his ear. Her hand sliding its way out from under his shirt, moving towards his pants. The feather was pushed aside as her fingers began to slip under the fabric of his pants.
Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 2, 2007 21:21:06 GMT -5
I...I'm not sure I'm ready for this....but........I....I want it so bady......why? I never did before...it never interested me.....is it...her?
Her tounge on his ear made him shudder again slightly, and another small moan came from his lips. He ran is hands gently up, until they rested on her hips, where he slightly caressed, unsure of what to do. Her hands running over his body made him feel as if there was a shroud of haet over the two of them, and he was aware he was...throbbing, down below, so to speak.
He felt her finegrtips enter the waistband of his pants, and he felt her brush up against his hardness slightly. He moand lightly, and kissed her neck softly, still caressing her softly, still not fully aware of what he was doing.
Post by blackflamerose on Aug 2, 2007 21:47:41 GMT -5
Dementia's lips curled into a smile as she brushed her fingers over something and pressed her body closer to his. Slowly one of her legs slid over his and she lightly rolled ontop of him as she pulled her hand from his pants. She would lay down and run her tongue along his neck and up to his lips, where she would kiss him roughly and pull away.
"See... I can be very nice..."
Her voice slipped past her lips. She moved her hips a little and kissed him again.
Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 2, 2007 21:57:26 GMT -5
"I.....I see.......you're...very nice...."
He kissed her back, marveling at the feeling of her body against his. She moved her hips, pressing against him, and he kissed her neck softly, experementaly running his tounge over it, aa his hands moved higher, tentatively, seemingly fearing she would strike in anger if he moved his touch higher.
He pressed back against her now, kissing her softly, instead of roughly, as she had kissed him. He wasn't afraid of hurting her, but of her getting mad at him and making him leave.
His hands slowly caressed a point just bove her midsection, and slowly moved higher, before moving back down to her hips just after touching hafway up her stomach. He was afraid to go any higher.
Post by blackflamerose on Aug 2, 2007 22:07:16 GMT -5
Dementia felt his hands moving, hesitating and then moving back to her hips. She smirked against his lips as he pushed up against her. Her hands wrapped around his wrists and she slowly guided his hand up further to rest just under her breasts. Again, her hips would move softly against him. She would pull from his lips and smirk down at him. She would move his hands up to her breasts and she let out a soft moan. More like she was urging him on then faking.
Are you still scared Atenwood? Even after all this?
Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 2, 2007 22:26:34 GMT -5
No...I'm not afraid.....
He moved one hand down from her breasts, amazed at how warm, and sft, but firm they were in his left hand, and moved to unfasten the drawstring that held up his cloth pants. It wasn't easy to do, with her hips pressing up against him, but he managed to get it undone, and he slipped out of the pants as he kissed her more deeply now.
He pressed his body to hers, still unsure of what to actually do, but his pants were no longer restricting him, and his hard member pressed against her stomach. He moaned more loudly this time, kissing her neck softly, and returning both hands to caress her breasts softly.
Post by blackflamerose on Aug 2, 2007 22:41:27 GMT -5
Dementia moved a little letting his right hand move under her to undo his pants. His left still cupping and massaging her chest before the right hand joined in. Dementia could feel his hard member pressing against her stomach as she contiuned to kiss his jawline. Her hands would slide down to the end of her night dress and pull it up slowly so that his member would press against the soft pale skin of her stomach. Her black hair left untied, fell over her shoulders. Her lips still touching the soft skin of his neck before touching the flesh of his lips. Her body shivered a little as she thought more about what was pressing against her and where his hands were set.
No words left her lips just soft breathing and the sound of her pounding heart as the addrenaline pumped quicker into her. She did her best controlling her self, Never before had she gotten her self worked up over this sort of thing. She could tempt and tease till the flames in hell died but she always knew.... her father would walk through the door and take the poor soul before she got any bodily pleasure. Now... She knew her father wouldn't interupt and it... was a relief. She didn't want this to stop.
Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 2, 2007 22:54:18 GMT -5
He kissed her again, and then kissed her neck softly, sucking at the flesh there slightly as he did so. He moaned as he pressed against the pale, soft flesh of her stomach. He felt her heartbeat, almost as fast as his, and heard her breathing. His hands caressed her softly, his thumbs rubbing over the nipples accidentaly at first, then constantly.
My...my body is moving...on its own......I...can't sotp....and I don't want to....
He felt warm...he felt himself throbbing against her. Her body heat felt good against him, her heartbeat. He wondered if she would stop him, and knew she wouldn't at the same time.
He was ready for anything she wanted him to do. He diddn't want this to stop,
Post by blackflamerose on Aug 2, 2007 23:11:15 GMT -5
Dementia felt his warm lips on her neck. Her eyes closed and her hands moved to his shoulders. She pushed him against the bed and her wings opened behind her. Her body trembled slightly feeling his hands work at her breasts and the throbbing member pressing against her stomach. Her mind racing leaving no time to think out her actions. Dementia could only send one thing to Roy.
You understand how things are now?
Then, Dementia sat up, pulling her upper body away from Roy and her hands sliding slowly off his shoulders. She took the hem of the black silk nighty she wore and began to pull it up, sliding it easily over her head and off her body. She let it fall from her hand and drop to the bed before sliding off the bed and landing on the floor. Her crimson lips pressed against his as she softly kissed him, her tongue sliding into his mouth, past his soft lips and over his own tongue. Her now naked body pressed against his semi clothed body. Dementia slid her hands back up his shirt and left them laying softly on his chest.