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Post by Cell on Jan 18, 2015 14:20:29 GMT -6
The summers in Cell's hometown were the calling for the sights he loved. Sundress and curls were adorned by every femme fatale in the city, much to the enjoyment of the men. Lilith has curls, but they were so much more...everything. Her dress was not that of an innocent summer's day, but a night filled with lightning in the skies as the sea rocked and gnashed beneath. It did not appear so, however, as though the looking glass of the sailor upon such a sea all seemed quiet and calm. That was her illusion, the one she was casting now as she walked from Cell. Effortlessly flowing with every motion as if the dancers moved only to serve her stride. She would lead him to the darkness, where parts of her disappeared in the waning light. Her pale skin would shine as though she rested the moon from the heaves for this one night.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 18, 2015 19:05:41 GMT -6
And she knew that, smirking further as everyone parted like the red sea. Was he following behind her? Of course he was, she didn't even need to glance back as she continued to glide. Past the dancers, past the wall flowers, past everything, leading him out to the balcony. Barely inhabited by anyone.
The moon shining down on them as she finally stopped and turned to face him. Too bad he didn't bring his camera...
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Post by Cell on Jan 18, 2015 19:18:22 GMT -6
What was once an image in his mind had become a reality. A Snow White Queen of temptation that he should be able to resist. He should be able to leave her on the balcony, to look out over the lay of land beyond. This building was designed like a wonderland, even the basement was somehow above the world. It makes since she would lead him here, her claws waiting to seize another piece of him as he walked. Step...Stop it. Step...Turn around. Step...What are you doing Cell? What are you doing?
Why haven't you done it yet?
She leaned against the balcony, her head going back as he closed her eyes...her face towards the moon as her neck glowed in the moonlight. Her skin was alive...the glow moving from her neck to her chest...following her arms as she brought her head back down to face Cell. There was a breeze, her dress flowed as her hair drifted slowly onto her face. Streaks of black curls interrupted the porcelain face. A living tragedy that such beauty within the mortal view of man. Locking eyes with Cell through her hair, she drew him into the last strides to her as her became close enough to touch.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 18, 2015 19:24:21 GMT -6
She grabbed him, pulling him in close, as close as she could possibly get him. He was addicted to her and she was hungry for that feeling. She craved it, she craved him. She had never imagined he would look so good in a suit, with his hair slicked back... Everything about him... She dug her claws into his shoulders. Meeting his mouth with a hunger that rivaled the last time.
After all it was a party.
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Post by Cell on Jan 19, 2015 14:00:35 GMT -6
He gave in as they shared in their mutual hunger, she was his drug and he could feel that she wanted him as well. There, bathed in moonlight and assumedly free of prying eyes they melded into one being. Claws dug and air was gasped for as they consumed each other. His free will was to the wind as he moved with her pulls and pushes. Her skin was as smooth as the satin on her dress and as white as hottest sun. She was an image of perfection against the lights of the city and every moment they touched his skin crawled with ecstasy. He stopped kissing her, looking into her eyes beyond the mask as though they were portals to the part of him she took. Her runs a hand through her curls, pulling them back as he kisses her cheek...her jawline...down to her collar.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 19, 2015 16:53:38 GMT -6
Each kiss made her want more, no it made her crave more. She had planned this evening but she felt like she was losing control to her desire, their taboo.
Something had to change.
He continued to kiss, inching his way further down until she grabbed him by the hair. Pulling him from her, she pulled down so he had to look up at her. Taking back the control she pulled him to her knees, bending slightly in her dress to do so. Locking eyes with him as she backed away, showing him that twisted smile of hers.
"So why dress up and come out?"
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Post by Cell on Jan 20, 2015 19:11:16 GMT -6
"I heard a someone special would be here."
Cell said as his look became a suave scowl, as much as it could with his hair being held. His eyes moved up and down her body, the angle in the light casting a shadow on her pale skin. The bending of her knees revealed more of her body, but he was on his knees. The image of only in his mind, her perfect form painted in black and red. For that was all he had to go on as her chest was kept just out of his view.
"My mind says I found her."
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Post by Lilith on Jan 20, 2015 19:40:26 GMT -6
"Does it now?" She released his hair as she turned her back to him, walking towards the outer rim of the balcony. Stopping when the sound of trumpets were played inside. Catching her attention she glanced inside as everyone headed for the dance floor. The boring part of the these parties... the hosts trying to appear important.
She turned back to...
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Post by Cell on Jan 20, 2015 19:51:46 GMT -6
His voice, he had followed her without a second thought, moving almost as close as he was on the other side of the balcony. He had a taste for her now and its need to be sated would cause him to be more rash.
"Yes. It does."
He said as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her onto him as their weight pushed upon the railing. Kissing her lips with a passion rivaling hers, his hands moved around her dress as though searching for something...anything...
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Post by Lilith on Jan 20, 2015 20:10:11 GMT -6
Their weight pushed against the corner of the building and the edge of the railing. His hands moved about her dressed as she held him closer, pushing him from the railing and to the wall as she leaned herself onto him. Her hands grabbed his and pinned him to the wall, sinking her teeth into the side of his neck with animalistic traits.
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Post by Cell on Jan 20, 2015 20:16:12 GMT -6
A growl escaped Cell's mouth, partly from the pain, partly from the pleasure. The marks he still had on his body showed that this was not eh first time Lilith had done this...and it would not be the last. He let her bite, applying and releasing pressure on his skin. His hands found their destination behind her, using the leverage to pull her closer to him...an animalistic siren. The death after the lure. Finally, his hands left their resting place, and ran through her hair. Pulling it back as he returned the animal side, giving her a taste of her own lust. |
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Post by Lilith on Jan 20, 2015 21:15:20 GMT -6
A growl of her own escaped, but her wasn't from the pain, hers came from pleasure. Pure pleasure... Her hand crept down, grabbing Cell from the sides, pulling him closer into her.
She started with the buckle as the crowd erupted into applause.
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Post by Cell on Jan 20, 2015 21:21:50 GMT -6
A surge went through Cell's he realized what was happening. True enough, he had started it...but here...the roar of the crowd not so far away...HERE it was happening. He did not do anything to stop it. This was where she wanted it...how could he deny it? The buckle came undone as he dress was pulled down, revealed the skin he so wanted to see earlier...but was just out of reach.
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Post by Lilith on Jan 20, 2015 21:40:53 GMT -6
The smirk, it never left her face... but it did grow. He gave her exactly what she wanted, even as he focused on her newly exposed skin. She focused on the zipper, letting the crowd carry one without them. But the rush... It was... a true high, something she doubted Cell had ever experienced.
Experience... that word again.
"You're missing the party." Her breath was quick and came in waves of pants.
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Post by Cell on Jan 20, 2015 21:46:30 GMT -6
Her breathes were not aided by his hands, one slowly reaching down from her chest, over her stomach. Searching for the slit in her dress, reaching in to the finally for his search. The other, rested upon her neck, squeezing as air left it. Normally out of his range, his last encounter showed him the truth, told to him through growled words.
'I am not fragile.'
The epitome of the rush of their actions in public. Her gasp was familiar, and the ultimate experience for Cell. Her grin quivered as Cell's hand moved, his eyes locked on hers as she trembled under his actions. She was under his control, even if only a piece...and he loved it. |
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