Post by blackflamerose on Aug 24, 2007 22:37:15 GMT -5
"Yes... A show is a bit too much of a reward don't you think?"
Dementia smiled at him and turned to look at her pets. They looked over at her and some were trying their best to hide their 'problems'. Dementia smirked a little and pointed to the door. The rope that bound them coming undone.
"Go on, explore the area... When I call you will all return."
Her voice was calm despite her desire to do something to Roy. The men hung their heads and headed out the door. They weren't sad that they couldn't stay, chances were they were sad because their lives were no longer theirs to control. Dementia returned her attention to Roy and smiled. She kissed him softly.
Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 25, 2007 21:07:48 GMT -5
Roy ran his hands back around her waist, and his ;eft hand strayed back ot where it had been. This time, though, his finger slipped inside her. He pressed her to him, kissing her neck softly, and moaning a bit as he pressed against her.
"Just about here, I believe"
His thoughts drifted back to love, though. Did he love her? Did she love him? Did it matter?
What WAS love, in the first place?
He diddn't know, really, so he'd just savor the feel of her body against his, and think about it later.
Post by blackflamerose on Aug 25, 2007 21:23:57 GMT -5
Roy's hands moved back into position and Dementia smiled. She felt his finger slide in. Dementia moaned.
"I think you are right Roy."
She felt herself being pulled closer to his body. Dementia found the tender touch of his lips on her neck even more arousing then having her new pets watch. She moaned into his ear, her eyes closing as she enjoyed the feeling of him being so close.
Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 25, 2007 21:50:24 GMT -5
He moaned after she did, his finger working inside her. What he moaned, though, he hadn't meant to say. He was slowly easing out of his pants with his right hand, as he moaned it.
His pants were open, now, and instead of forming a hard lump in them, his member was laying against her, throbbing. He moved his hand up her dress, and kissed her lips deeply, as his hand caressed her breast gently. He ignored what he had said, hoping she wouldn't stop him. He had gone too far to stop, now, and doing so would be painful.
But then again, as little as he understood of love, he understood at that moment in time, that he loved her deeply.
Post by blackflamerose on Aug 25, 2007 22:02:57 GMT -5
Dementia froze for only a short time. The words that had left Roy's lips had left her in a daze. Dementia quickly remembered though that men would say anything to get what they wanted. He already had her though so perhaps he wasn't lying when he said it. Before another negative thought could enter her mind she smiled at him, the skin on her cheeks turning a soft pinkish color.
"I love you too..."
She felt his member pulsing against her and she felt a shiver slide up her spine. His hand sliding under her dress and then caressing her chest. Her eyes closed and she let a soft moan leave her crimson lips. Dementia's right hand moved and pulled his left from between her legs, and brought it to her lips. Her tongue licked the juices from his finger and she moved her self so that his member could feel the heat comming from between her legs.
Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 25, 2007 23:08:19 GMT -5
Her warmth was driving him wild. After she licked his finger clean, her soft, pink tounge running across it, he cressed her body softly, running his hands over her thigs, hips, then up her midsection, as he deeply kissed her, his tounge entering her mouth.
He tasted her juices in her mouth, and her held his body against her as his hands caressed her breasts softly. He moaned into her mouth softly, rasing one hand to her neck, and deepening the kiss.
He was in love. That was all there was too it, and he sensed her not quite beliveing him, even as she had said it back. It hurt, but she wanted him, and he had invaded her thoughts on accident. He wasn't going to tell her that, though. She'd be angry.
He broke the kiss, and looked into her eyes for a moment, as he lowered his mouth to kiss her neck gently.
Post by blackflamerose on Aug 26, 2007 23:12:13 GMT -5
Dementia loved the feeling of his hands touching her pale skin. She loved the feeling of his lips pressing against her own, his tongue sliding into her mouth, her eyes closing as she enjoyed every bit. The warmth of his body against hers was so alluring. Hearing him moan seemed to make her more aroused as she pressed his member further between her legs.
When he broke the kiss Dementia looked at him. Their eyes meeting only for a second before his lips touched her neck. She smiled. Dementia moved slowly and the tip of his member entered her. She moaned louder and bit down on her lower lip.
Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 26, 2007 23:23:45 GMT -5
He moaned softly as she pushed him into her. This was divine, her pushing against him, him kissing her....thier bodies seeming to merge into one. He would always be a her mercy, never able to resist her, and he knew it.
He was hers. As long as she would have him.
She could do just about anythng, and he could never stay mad at her. Ever. She was just...perfect. He loved her. And he suddenly was aware of it.
His hands wrapped around her waist again, as he pulled her closer, and slowly pushed more of his member inside her.
Post by blackflamerose on Aug 28, 2007 22:50:39 GMT -5
Dementia kissed him back, just up until she felt him put his hands on her waist and push him self further into her. She moaned, his hard member filling her and making her shiver with pleasure. Her eyes closed. She went back to kissing him.
Her tongue forcing its way into his mouth and running over his tongue and the roof of his mouth with a moan. Her body pressing even harder against his. Her wings folding around the two as if sheilding them from others eyes. Her soft feathers rustling only a little as they moved. Dementia began moving slowly.
Grinding his memeber around inside herself. She moaned into his mouth louder. Her right hand moving up along his arm to his neck then further up to gently run along the rim of his ear as if teasing him.She broke the kiss with a smirk and slowly began moving her hips.
Post by blackflamerose on Sept 5, 2007 21:41:42 GMT -5
Dementia moaned and closed her eyes enjoying their fun until there was a knock on the door. A loud thunk and the door was ripped from its locked post.
"Dementia Rose Valent!"
Dementia Turned to see her father standing there with two of her new pets that Roy had gotten for her. Dementia was frozen in place as her father looked at her rather angry. Dementia stayed put her pale skin turning even more pale.
"D-daddy... W-what are, erm Uhhh..." "Gah! You idiots told me they were talking! WHAT FATHER WANTS TO SEE HIS DAUGHTER LIKE THIS!!! TELL ME!!!" "Uhm well..."
One of the men began to speak only to be shook into silence by her father's masive hands. He growled and threw the two men to the floor.
"Dementia...Stop banging the elf boy like a rabbit infront of your father!" "GET OUT DADDY!"
Dementia picked up a pillow and threw it at her father. He hurried out the broken door. Dementia rolled off Roy with an angry look as she stood up and glared at her pets. She sighed and rubbed her face looking over at Roy to see if he was okay.
Post by Roy Atenwood on Sept 5, 2007 22:18:41 GMT -5
"Err...uhh....well...this is akward."
As Dementia and her father screamed at each other, Roy pulled his pants up. He stood, feeling a wave of hatred coming off of the large, tanned demon. Pure, unadulterated hatred. If he diddn't love his daughter, Roy would likely be fighting for his life.
And losing it. The demon was powerful. Moreso than Roy. Much more.
The large demon left, and Roy stood up. Most people would expected someone who was blueballed to be weakened, and really irritable, but half of his blood was elven, and elves diddn't function like that. Any "Lovemaking" whether taken to orgasm or not, was enjoyable to an elf. Even if it ended early.
Roy seemed to share that bit of elfen-blood.
"Maybe...we shouldn't do anything like that here at school....."