[/style][STYLE=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 12px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify;] With a sudden brisk breeze floating in through the conveniently cracked window, the curtains in the tiny bedroom went astray and rays of light began trickling in. As if on cue her eyes flickered open slowly, and with a tilt of her head she let out a moan at the betrayal of the drapery. She’d been planning to ‘sleep’ as long as she possibly could today, and that was going just fine until this treason. With her consciousness now flooding back to her she could remember why. She was hungry; starving really, but there wasn’t anyone she had a particular taste for. Well, other than..
She let her thoughts trail then, pushing herself up and flinging off the covers haphazardly. With a little shift she rolled to the edge and let her feet dangle a moment. “Fine..fiinnnne.” she whined to the air. If she couldn’t distract herself from it any longer she’d have to get up and find something before she really did starve. In a stretch she reached up as if for the sky and then clasped her hands together; one pulling the other as far right as it could go and then vise versa. A few more moments of stalling later she reluctantly pushed herself to her feet and made her way to the window. Peering out, she could see the bustle of the street below. Not too crowded, not too bare, but as always, none that really caught her eye. Or her nose, to be more accurate really. Sure, she could actually see the colors of emotions and dreams wafting from an individual but it was their smell that really drew in a fae, and though the ever-changing mural of flighty little feelings below her had somehow become, mundane to say the least, she knew she needed to change her attitude, and quick. One of those little lights was going to be a meal tonight.
With a groan she shut the window tight this time, and turned on her heals for the bathroom. A quick minute spent brushing her teeth later; she was stripping down as the shower water took its time to warm up just right. As she waited she couldn’t help but steal a glance at her body in the mirror situated on the far wall. “Ugh.” She almost spat. Certainly she may have still had the sex appeal that human men and women desired, but she could tell all too well she’d waited too long in between meals. Her skin was pale, borderline gray even, and her hair had changed from the dirty blond mound of curls she so enjoyed to pin straight and jet black. Her eyes were smaller too, more slanted; the life she normally radiated from them absent and replaced by orbs practically aglow. With her fingers she traced the outline of her curves, noting they were less pronounced, less full than before. Yes, now her figure was noticeably skinnier, and what was that? Taller too? “Ugh.” She sounded again before retreating to the running water.
It was piping hot, scalding even, but she enjoyed the feel on her skin and in her hair. It was always rather calming and gave her time to think things through. Lathering wash into her skin and scalp her hands absentminded travelled to her temples as she thought out her plan of action. At this point she wasn’t too far changed to draw suspicion if she went out, but she’d have to act quickly; there was no time for her usual pickiness of plate. Would be a lot easier if that cat would drop in a little more often. It wasn’t his home of course, but it had to be better than spending every waking moment in that damn club. He even had a key. How long had it been since she’d seen him last? Just short of a month maybe? Too long for her tastes. Mmm, tastes. Her mind trailed to the way he tasted whenever she fed from him. Ambrosial really, and that was the precise reason she always waited so long. It was always so much better when she was able to savor his flavor. Like a fine wine it was always a little different, but consistently delectable, and decidedly better when aged. She gave a little laugh then, and rinsed the remaining soap from her body. “Sounding like vampire now.” She told herself as she climbed out and shut the water off.
Back in the bedroom she moved about freely, too unconcerned to waste energy using a towel on what the air would do just the same. Holding up assorted outfits to her naked frame she was probably behaving just a bit too human like in that respect. Anything she put on was bound to turn heads, and probably end up on some stranger’s floor anyway; and yet still she was being indecisive enough to have a trail of clothes somehow make it to the living room and back during her hunt for the perfect look. While narrowing down her choices to the few laid out on the living room couch she let out a sigh at all the effort. “This body is certainly a pain to sustain.”
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He had set up a deal with one of the local hotel managers. He'd be able to come and get breakfast and to clean up, if the man would be invited to his parties free of charge. It was easy to imagine why. Even if you were the most unattractive chap in all of New York you could catch a score there. He just had that effect on everyone. It was a short distance away so walking was simple. The weather was great and despite the neighborhood being labeled as high in crime, not many wanted to cross path with a weretiger much less someone that brings a lot of attention and income to the street. Once inside he went to the room that was brandished as his, by the management, locking the door behind him and undressing. If there was anything that he could take pride in, it would be the tattoos that intricately wound itself across his body. He'd had it since he was a kid; a birthmark, almost. It was hard to specify it's color. Sometimes it was silver, other times a more teal like color. The fact remained, however, that despite the color it had a bit of a sheen too it. He liked the hot water as it poured over his frame. These were his escapes from the life he had chosen; his one luxery in a life of filth and loneliness. He could think of anything.. or anyone, in here. His mind would be free of the concerns or restrictions life had given him. One of the true times he was happy. But, he couldn't stay long. He wanted to be there before she awoke.
Drying off was simple. Simply using a hotel towel for the hard work and left the wind do the rest as he was dressed and out the lobby door. He wore a simple gray shirt, soft but tight, and jeans that weren't baggy. He lived only a few blocks away so he didn't waste time on a bus, or subway, but rather half walked, half jogged down the sidewalks in an effort not to be too late. When the sun began to whisk itself across the horizon he knew that she'd begin her day. He checked his phone, pressing the unlock button as the time read 9:15 AM. He sighed at the thought of spending too much time in the shower, quickening his pace until he was looking at the apartment building. A tinge of.. fear, rose up in this throat. What if she had forgotten him? Whisked away the thought of him to some untold trash bin in her mind? Brayden set his jaw in irritation. What did he fear? Rejection? There was nothing to reject. He felt nothing for this fae. Mild curiosity, is all. He entered the building, climbing the floors until he came to her door. Brayden considered knocking. After all, that was a sign of being well mannered, right? Taking his right hand he reached into his pocket, his fingers outlining the key as he stood there, thinking. She wouldn't have given him a key if he wasn't allowed. Taking it out, he stuck it in the lock. A couple seconds of fiddling later.. He was in.
He'd been here before, once or twice in the past. His memory was sketchy but he could at least remember the look of the place. It was almost like a royal palace when compared to that shit hole he had. He often wished he had a place like this to call his own, but, no. He shook the thought away as he removed his shoes and socks, placing those inside of them. He was clean, so he didn't fear that she would yell at him for doing so. He was however a bit taken back at what to do now. His ears perked at the sound of the shower, and his nose tingled a bit at her scent. She smelled amazing, and to a man that had seen and smelled it all, that said something. Putting his teeth in half a snarl he set off for the balcony to get some fresh air while he waited. It was a few minutes before she was done. Brayden's ears could pick up the girl talking to herself and a smile formed on his lips. Taking a deep breathe, the tiger turned around to finally confront her. And what he saw.. Well, let's just say the smile didn't go away. The fae's back was to him, and even from this angle she had a voluptuous figure and could easily see why any man would fall for her in an instant. "I can only imagine," he said as he leaned against the wall and crossing both his feet and arms. He liked what he saw. She had a nice butt, that was for god damned sure.
tags; haivee and yulwei~ 1020 words~ dat ass <3[/style]
Last Edit: Jan 16, 2013 21:10:40 GMT -5 by Brayden Quinn
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She was hard at work when his voice rang in her ears. Though she knew he was by the balcony her eyes shot to the door just in front of her. He has a key. You just said that, too. she reminded herself to soothe her thoughts. She wasn’t an easy one to catch off guard, especially in her own home, so it disturbed her a bit she hadn’t noticed right when he came in. Was it because she was already thinking of him that his emotions hadn’t reached her senses already? Perhaps. It didn’t matter now though. He didn’t know how much simpler he’d really just made her day.
With a slight sniff of the air she turned to him then, her mouth twisting up at the corners into a wicked grin as she took in the scent of him. Delicious. Something in her snapped then, and the girl frantic over her clothes vanished as the starving fae took over and put her into full predator mode. In no time at all she closed the space in between them and grasped hold of his shirt at the chest, despite it fitting so close to him, and pulled him forward. Pushing herself up on the tips of her toes so she was as his ear level, she finally spoke, her voice a low and sultry whisper, nothing like her usual innocent façade. “Feed me.” was all she uttered as she forced her weight onto his and then them both back out the open balcony door. Though her eyes were glued to his, she guided him out easily enough using only her memory of the home to back him up to a soft lounge chair perched near the railing.
Shifting her weight again she pushed him down into the seat and then climbed on top, her legs folded back and her hips pressed firmly to his to prevent a getaway. She wasn’t expecting him to resist anyway, but it was an automatic habit to try and restrain her prey. The seat, naturally inclined slightly back towards the sun for tanning, made this all the easier to do. Her left hand still on his chest, she brought up her right and took hold his hair this time. It was soft to the touch, but a feeling she didn’t have the patience to register at the moment. She only wanted one thing from him right now, all her other senses came later. The fact that they were now outside in the open was no exception.
A quick but soft jerk of her hand sent his head back and left his neck outstretched. Leaning in to him again she let her chest rest on his as she spoke in his ear once more. “Ahh” she mimicked a dentist giving instruction to open wide, and with her own mouth now agape she was flooded with the taste of his emotions. A chill ran through her and forced a visible shake of her body as she closed her eyes in delight. She couldn’t help herself then. In anticipation her tongue trailed his jaw line down slowly till she reached his lips and she pulled back to lick her own. Oh how she would have devoured him whole right then if she could. Instead she met his gaze again and wide eyed she mimicked the noise once more. She hoped he’d oblige willingly. She’d fed from him before, and he knew it, but it was always in his sleep. This way would be much quicker, and more enjoyable than having to put him under at such an odd hour of the day. Though she was sure it’d come easily, she waited then a moment for his compliance. After all, it was just a request; for now.
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They weren't.
She crossed the distance between them in a state similar to a beast in chase of a predator; something he knew all too well. He was taken a back as he watched, his eyes switching from her bouncing breasts, to the crazed look and even down south below the waist. He was a man after all, right? Being so caught off he could only flinch as she grabbed at his shirt and pulled him closer to her, waiting as she pulled herself to his ear level and spoke. He felt her push onto him, backwards they went a step or two until she then finally guided him around the open area. He was frozen. Was this who she truly was? Did she give him a key, just to kill him? Making a sound similar to a 'unf' or a grunt, he was forced to the chair as she slid on top. He could feel her as she clambered around to position herself firmly; could feel her breathe linger on his skin, goosebumps rising on his arms. With every rise and fall of her chest, the touch of her breasts would rub against his chest, a feeling that lingered more and more each time. He'd experienced this so many times, and seen it just as much. So why was his heart beating so fast now? Her fingers now intertwined in his hair she forced his head back. He found his own mouth gaping wide at her instruction, the ever so familiar feeling in his pants becoming prominent once more, forcing it's way upwards to almost something kin to painful. Why did she turn him on so fucking much? Brayden closed his eyes, feeling her tongue slither across his jaw until almost touching his lips. The tigers breathing became labored, anticipating what she had else to give.
His instincts told him he was at her mercy. She'd fed on him before, sometimes to his delight, sometimes not, and he'd always felt the victim. He didn't want to feel as if he was prey this time. Reaching out with both of his hands he grasped her waist, moving his fingers up her side until finally resting somewhere adjacent to her breasts at her back, his fingers slightly digging into her smooth skin as he waited. "Go ahead," he said softly, feeling more like a kitten than a tiger. "Go ahead." His tense body relaxed, giving way to her fae like desires. If she didn't do something with this, he would.
tags; haivee and yulwei~ 500 words~ u//////u[/style]
Last Edit: Jan 17, 2013 0:15:55 GMT -5 by Brayden Quinn
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As close as they were she could feel his heart pounding as if it’d beat right out of his chest. The swirls of emotion he was giving off now was tempting as ever and though she was waiting for his cooperation the taste in the air was forcing what scraps of patience she had right over the edge. Only a moment before he was stopped like deer in headlights and now all of a sudden his arms were snaking their way up her back. Admittedly she was surprised at first but that feeling was fleeting and quickly gave way to satisfaction on her part. She’d get what she wanted and it’d be easy, maybe she ought to go thank those curtains after all.
What a good boy It only took his first word of agreement for her to take full advantage of it. Her hand on his chest crept up and latched to his chin and cheeks, keeping his mouth open for her, the other she left resting on his head. She moved in then, her lips hovering just above his and with a flicker of her eyes an array of misty bright lights began to emit from his mouth. As It moved from him to her he’d be able to feel himself experiencing again before being drained of each particular emotion she made a feast of. The first to hit her was the freshest he’d had. Resignation and desire. It was a sweet taste, but she let him hold onto that one for now. For all she knew that was why he was obliging so well and she had no intention of it turning to a struggle. Besides, she’d spoil her dinner if she went straight for dessert. Instead she moved on, tracing back up to the one just before, fear it seemed, then a hint of confusion followed by a lustful admiration. Each feeling she savored as they drained away but she could feel herself getting greedy now. Letting the emotions flow faster now, the taste of arousal mixed with doubt and denial, tinges of fear showing itself again as well hints of a fickle mindset. How exquisite each was as they etched and settled themselves in and across her tongue. The emotions themselves were nothing special or new, certainly nothing she’d never had before in all her years and yet his were different. Each was laced in something she couldn’t quite figure out and always made her anxious for more. Barely a minute had passed and she was already diving into last yesterday’s emotions. Ten and she was two weeks in.
As each feeling flooded in she was becoming more and more like her usual self, the predator waning as it was satiated, the sense of starving long gone. Now each sense was coming back to her all at once, the little things she hadn’t picked up on before becoming more pressing of matters as she became more aware of her surroundings. Speaking of pressing matters, there was apparently one in between her legs that very moment that seemed to be begging for attention. While feeding from emotions, especially in her previous state, she’s only vaguely aware of who or what each emotion was aimed at during its initial conception, now it was incredibly clear just who that desire was for. As if in a “shush” she wiggled her hips down a bit, forcing that back down as well. She hadn’t intended on causing his arousal, and she didn’t want his emotions changing their course of action before she was finished.
A few more minutes passed in the same way before she felt herself growing full and the lights began to grow fewer and fewer leaving her less to take from. She intended to squeeze out every drop, but draining him too far wouldn’t have been good for either of them, so reluctantly she flickered her eyes and forced herself to a stop. Letting go of his face then she brought her thumb to her lips and wiped at their corners.
The effects of a good meal were apparent almost immediately too. Her voice was raised an octave or too and the strength she’d displayed earlier had practically disappeared, leaving the face of the girl he’d be more used to interacting with. She couldn’t quite bring herself to feign innocence as usual just yet, not seated naked on a balcony and holding back an erection with her crotch, but she certainly lacked the show of a predator she displayed only minutes before. ”Thank you.” she called, a bit of amusement in her voice.
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He didn't move as she lowered her body down onto him, cutting off the only direction for his male extremity to go and settling that issue for now. Things didn't change, but soon the distance between emotions were few and far between, and then suddenly, she was done. His head fell backwards onto the chair, an uncomfortable interaction causing a slight headache at the back of his head on contact. She seemed satisfied and part of him was happy. The other part of him was sort of confused and angry at how she went about doing that. But had she asked would he have willingly let her feed? She cast a shadow over him as he looked at her fully. Her skin had revitalized and her voice was more her own rather then something else he didn't recognize. The fact of the matter remained however, she was satisfied when he was not. And that could not go without consequence. He smiled at her for a moment before reaching out and grabbing her face, dragging both him forward and her downwards as he kissed her, feeling the soft embrace of her lips with his own. Seconds past before he let go of both the embrace and the kiss, laying back down once more with the same old smile playing at his lips. She couldn't fool him anymore with her innocent act, but, he wouldn't tell her not to maintain it. It was part of who she was. And who was she? Well, she was cute. "No, thank you."
tags; haivee and yulwei~ 466 words~ olalala~[/style]
Last Edit: Jan 17, 2013 3:27:40 GMT -5 by Brayden Quinn
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Returning his smile with a wide and dazzling one of her own, she prepared to push herself up and finally free the poor cat when he suddenly reached out and grabbed hold of her this time. As he pulled her forward she dropped her hands so they both rested on his lower abdomen. She moved to his will without protest, her lips meeting his quickly and exploring them fondly. If that was all he wanted for the inconvenience she’d thrown on him she was happy to oblige. It wasn’t often that her lips were all she had to give in order to feed, and he was admittedly very handsome a man with his soft skin and inviting features, so she was content for the time being. Practically having assumed the same position she’d just left she could taste the new emotions he now had swelling within him at the transpired event. Someone’s not too happy.. She really did feel somewhat bad about having caught him off guard all of a sudden like that, but she couldn’t deny the taste of both his frustrations was even sweeter knowing she’d caused them. Besides, he was the one who gave her the go ahead wasn’t he? She would have done it anyway but that’s beside the point. He offered himself on his own accord so it was too late to be bewildered and angry now. Mm, yes they were a frenzy of feelings and like before the feeling of fullness began to tug at her.
Upset it wouldn’t be necessary to feed any longer, she was casting a bit of a frown when he broke the exchange and she was able came back up for air. For a few moments she waited quietly, as if for any other request he might have had. Propping her arms up on his chest, then her face in her hands she took the time to examine the tattoos trailing from his shirt to his outstretched neck and chin. She’d seen them before, and more of them too, but not from this close without her mind being on feeding at the time. They were a feature she enjoyed about him. With a finger she traced up over what little of them were exposed up to his face then back down to where she’d started. She’d never gotten around to asking him what they were exactly, but the thought was never quite pressing. Magical creatures were known to have ridiculous forms and fantastical qualities; his was no surprise. A tiger’s bound to have stripes right?
Instead she decided on a different question. ”Is there something you’d like?” she asked, her eyes set on him, her fingers still moving across his skin, as she awaited a reply. ”I’m feeling a bit more hospitable than usual.” Thinking about it, she really didn’t have much to offer him here. She didn’t make a habit of having others in her personal living space, so the human like things he may have desired wouldn’t have even been there for her to be saying she had. If he came by more often she might be inclined to keep the place somewhat stocked for company, but the fae rarely even spent her own time here. And he’ll probably be too scared to come back for a while anyway. she thought with a giggle. She’d have to be a bit more well-mannered next time so he wasn’t under the impression she was always a dream hungry monster. Well aren’t you? A thought that provoked another laugh from her. No. she told herself with a bit of a smile.
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"Many things," he said softly, his gaze still outwards to the city. He turned towards her, moving the thumbs on his fingers at her waist softly up and down, the feel of her skin keeping him controlled and calm. "I'm hungry," he said with a slight smile and chuckle, gazing her into her lovely face. While it was true he could sit here for a decade, more so to soak her in than her body, he needed nourishment. In his hurry this morning he had skipped breakfast. Already tired from his lack of sleep, he needed something to fuel him, if he could not trek the boundary of her lips no longer. "Do you have anything to cook with, or, should we go out?" His eyes lingered on her body once more, taking her full nudity in, almost as if to make a joke about going out nude. But he let it slide, moving his senses to his fingers again to get the familiar sense of clarity, her intoxicating touch still slithering on his chest. He waited an answer as he looked towards her eyes once more, and once more he begged the question in his mind. Why, when all this was said in done, did he feel like a collared kitten than a free tiger? I guess time would tell.
tags; haivee and yulwei~ 460 words~ <3[/style]
Last Edit: Jan 17, 2013 15:43:30 GMT -5 by Brayden Quinn
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Allysse was a bit amused with the tiger now. Only minutes before he seemed ready as ever to escape her grasp and now he was tingling up with her touch. The goose-bumps clear on his skin only reiterated his feelings still fresh on her lips. For a moment she let her eyes stray to the sun he’d been somewhat focused on. What time was it now? She hadn’t even bothered to check when she awoke. And why would she? Bored with her last lover she quit her most recent job, and had been living off of her savings alone. This meant to hell with the constraints of time; she came and went as she pleased. But even a Were was bound to humanly limits, so she wasn’t surprised when he requested food. After all, only moments before she herself was aching to be fed, and after such a draining he ought to be hungry. Looking at the sun again she reasoned it probably was around breakfast time too.
She sat up then, and clasped her hands around his as his fingers glided up and down her waist. ”Well, that much I can do.” she said with a smile, before pushing up and off of him finally. For a moment she stood next to him, her hand on his shoulder for support as she shook her legs out one by one to calm the ache that had grown from being the in strange position for so long and then suddenly shifting out of it. "We’ll go out, my treat too." she teased, and with a light squeeze of his shoulder to indicate he was welcome to follow, she headed back indoors.
Striding slowly over to the couch, the effort she’d planned to put in her look before was now gone. Her normal body restored, she could have left in a paper bag and still turned heads. Well…anyone walking around in a paper bag might be reason for attention, but still. Running her fingers through her hair contemplatively she could not help but smile at the return of her luscious locks, but wasted only a moment in deciding. Quickly she seized up a short gold dress laid lazily across the arm of the far couch. In a moment she was pulling it over her head and adjusting it down. It was short, hanging just past mid thigh and fit close to her frame. It was flattering and low cut, but modest at the same time; the fabric tight and thick enough to wear without a bra, but Brayden would probably be the only one who could tell and only because he could see her now.
Scooping up the rest of the clothes littered about the couches and living room floor, she carried the bundle back to her room and quickly tossed them into her closet; she could deal with them later. While inside the walk-in she gathered her purse and a pair of tall black boots, and following slipping on a pair of knee high black socks, she slipped them onto her feet as well. Circling out through the bathroom she picked up the earrings and ring she’d taken off before her shower and adorned them accordingly. Out of the bathroom now and heading back over to the dresser her tv sat on, her hand disappeared into the top drawer for a moment before reappearing with a black lacy fabric inside.
She headed then back towards the openness of the living/dining area. ”Ready.” she called, stepping into the black panties as she went back towards him. With raised eyebrows she looked to him then, half to let him know that she was and half to ask if the same was for him. "Now just where would you like to go?" she finished with a smile.
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A slights squeeze on his shoulder lured his attention away from the scenery and back onto her as she moved, her feet carrying her back inside in a way that captured his every bit of attention. There was something about that butt that put him in a trance. It took him a moment but he stood, his legs feeling a bit uneasy after she had just spent so long a top them, but once more, he wasn't the type to complain as he half walked, half stumbled inside after her. He wasn't sure whether or not her acceptance was to go out, or stay in, but as she spoke up, he soon figured out. While he waited for her to get ready, he leaned against the side of her island, crossing both his arms and feet once more. It was a delight, in an odd way, to see her dress herself. He felt as if he just stayed the night and was peeking at her from beneath the covers. It gave him a small smile and the feel of being a bit childish at the thought. He scurried over to his socks and shoes when she left to retrieve her panties, quickly putting them on while, sitting on the couch, with little effort in time for her to come back in, sliding them up her thighs as a final act of preparation. Despite living a few blocks away, Brayden was still a stranger to many of the delicacies in this side of town. And judging by the fact that she seemed to lack many household things, you could tell she met a lot of guys at their place, and as such, meant she had to go out and find them. He stood, the light causing the sheen on his tattoos to stand out rather nicely if paid attention too, and opened the door. "I think," he began, a smile coursing his lips, "I think I know just the way to spend breakfast." Brayden moved to let her pass, no doubt her scent would intoxicate his enhanced senses as she did so, but, he'd keep that quietly to himself.
They had a lot of catching up to do.
tags; haivee and yulwei~ 530 words~ <3[/style]
Last Edit: Jan 17, 2013 19:54:50 GMT -5 by Brayden Quinn
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