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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 21:07:01 GMT -6
"Anything else to add to my style?" It was asked in a such an innocent tone that it barely felt like Lilith, but that smile... A twist in her lips that could freeze the devil himself... That was Lilith, the temptress, appearing as your desire... while capturing your essence.
She took a step forward, using her clean hand to take off his hat, tossing it to side, away from the potential mess that surrounded them.
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 21:09:59 GMT -6
"Something bright, like the red. The contrast needs it."
The contrast. As if it were what needed more. It was a weak code and he k new she would see through it. He felt himself reaching towards her, as if his hands moved on their own.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 21:22:56 GMT -6
His hand was warm as it touched her bare skin, that felt like ice. Lilith took the camera from him next, placing it carefully out of the way, freeing his other hand.
The painted hand finding it's way to his face, tracing his jaw line as she locked her eyes with his again.
"Is this enough contrast?"
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 21:26:59 GMT -6
What his finger tips danced acroos was now fully held as his hands tighented at the sound of her voice. Absorbing the energy she gave off, he could barely bring the words past his desire.
"Getting there."
He said as her fingers tickled his face, the ever so slight touch making him...him...tremble as they did their movement. Things he would do...the things he will do...
He pulled her closer, but only just. He knew she had a plan, and he didn't want to ruin his chance.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 21:37:07 GMT -6
The sudden pull made her smile twist further, drawing him in closer to her as she touched her forehead to his lips. Grabbing another handful of paint, black this time, she traced the other side of his face.
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 21:39:43 GMT -6
His eyes shut as his lips made contact with her skin. An electricty was u leasshed that made the energybhe was a slave to look like a mere spark. Then more tickling, as his face was once again caressed. He reached to the lace, pushing his assumed bounds to get more...to experience her fully.
"You..."
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 21:55:02 GMT -6
"Yes?" She was toying with him and she was pretty sure he didn't care.
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 22:00:49 GMT -6
"You led me here....Siren."
That was all he could muster before he was kissing her again. His hands upon the lace in her back, slowly undoing the bounds that would release more pale porcelain. All the more for him to crave.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 22:10:16 GMT -6
Sirens would lead men willingly to their doom... fitting... That was the thought that crossed her mind as she stepped away from him. Completely removing the lace she motioned for him to follow her with the coy of a finger.
She lead him closer to the island, meeting his lips against once he was there.
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 22:17:01 GMT -6
It felt natural, kissing the form of beauty in front of him. She had sensed his weakness and exploited every inch of it but he didn't care. She was going to his vice and that was all he could think about as he dripped his hand in black paint. Dripping with abysmal darkness, his hand found its way to where the Lace had been. Running down her smooth white skin as he did so, the black made it seem as though she was diappearing with every touch.
"That..."
He said looking into her eyes.
"...is contrast."
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 22:37:43 GMT -6
She placed a hand on each side of his buttoned shirt, tearing it open, not bothering to even consider the buttons as an option. Exposing his flesh she ran her painted hands over his arms, discarding the destroyed shirt from his body.
Meeting his lips again as their bare torso's finally touched.
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Post by Cell on Jan 7, 2015 22:56:14 GMT -6
The surge his shirt brought forth from his body was immediate as their skin touched. Grabbing her side he pulls her up onto the island, paint exploding into rainbow of passion he forces her where he wanted her. The boundaries are broken, and desire has shown though. Moaning slightly under his breath, his mind hangs on every movement, each twitch her body made as its white was lost to a sea of colors.
Placing a hand on her chest he pushes her down to lay on the table. Kneeling beside of it, he unbuckles her boots as they fall to the floor. Letting open hands glide over her legs as he rises to once again meet her lips with his. Letting his fave run along her tight stomach, paint smearing over the lines she had drawn. Reaching, down her body, Cell once again meets her legs. First a button...then a zipper as more walls upon her body come down.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 7, 2015 23:54:15 GMT -6
The final wall actually as she was wearing nothing beneath her pants. Sitting back up as he pulled them off she started to do the same to him. A button, that she actually unbuttoned, and a zip.
Kissing him, smearing paint as she stripped him of all clothing.
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Post by Cell on Jan 8, 2015 0:44:34 GMT -6
All the boundaries were gone as they locked, bare and stained as the paints ran over their bodies. Intertwined with each other, they didn't hear the noises of the paint containers...nor the creaks of the table. Heat rose from inside of Cell as his desire became apparent to view. The only separation between their bodies was the various colors that marked the stages of their encounter. His hands found every inch of her body. Smooth, wet with paint, he ran his hands over her entire essence as he breathed deeply. Prolonging the inevitable...sweet ingress of him onto her. That was the irony of what he was doing, for Cell didn't anticipate this hours ago. He didn't know it would be the center of his world for its duration. Now, though, it was as if he had spent his life achieving this.
The moment was upon them, until he felt his body being pushed away. Knees upon his chest pushing him away, just enough for her ankles to meet his shoulders. Her long legs running straight and smooth from her body to his face. Looking down the limbs Cell's eyes ran her body as if it were a miracle appearing before his eyes. As if it could be further from that. With the slightest push from her legs, her ankles on his shoulder pushed him down to his knees a few feet from the table. He sat there, anxiously...furiously awaiting what she had in mind. |
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Post by Lilith on Jan 8, 2015 6:33:00 GMT -6
She effortlessly slid from the table, finding herself standing in front of him. Running her stained hands through his hair, looking down to meet his gaze. She smiled so sweetly before she Jolted his hair back,creating a sharp angle in his neck.
To keep eye contact with her he would have to look Up from the bottom his eyes. That sweet smile morphed into one of pleasure as he fought against her hold.
Releasing him after her tease from her flesh was complete. The electricity surging, despite the amount of paint that was still dripping from them.
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