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Post by Maleficent on Apr 13, 2013 11:21:21 GMT -5
Mal leaned against the door frame, had she not been in the mood she was she might even consider going through the clothes with him. She knew how he felt about fine clothes, he was a man of great taste and that's ne of the reasons they worked so well together.
However this was not not the time, or maybe it was and she just felt rather ignored now that he'd found much more interest in Princes, mermaids and the clothes in the closet.
"You look marvelous," She replied flatly, maybe this wouldn't be so bad if there was clothes here for herself. She wandered over to the bed and sat down leaning back a bit to test it's spring and softness," If you're done... could we move on to more entertaining activities?"
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 13, 2013 13:15:24 GMT -5
Dracula chuckled. "Oh my Goddess...you'll have to forgive me for my temporary weakness. Your pet grows weary of collecting clothing off of meals." He said. "I think now I will be much more agreeable to your trendy standards?" He sauntered over to her, fitting nicely between her legs, bending over to stoop to her level. "Help me out of this frock, if you would..." he teased, nuzzling her neck, bracing hands on either side of her waist.
"Besides... I may have found something you might like..." He produced felt box of tear-drop shaped earrings; a rich purple stone at its center surrounded by small diamonds. They looked incredibly expensive. And perfect for Maleficent. "Either our Prince has a WHOLE other life we don't know about... or they were for his feisty fishy friend."
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Post by Maleficent on Apr 13, 2013 13:29:35 GMT -5
That earned a smile from The Dark Fairy, the earrings were just the right color, matching her clothes, her décor, and most lingerie she owned.
She took the box and laid down giggling as she admired them," Well, they're mine now.."
Mal took out the pair she was wearing currently and out in the new ones. They felt perfect, just the right shape and weight, she then started working on the buttons of Dracula's frock and purred," how do they look?"
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 13, 2013 13:36:28 GMT -5
He smirked. "What do you think?" The Dark Prince huffed. "Like PERFECTION, as always, on you..." He watched her hands work on his buttons. A hand wandered under her blouse. "Though I would LOVE to see how you look... in ONLY them..."
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Post by Maleficent on Apr 14, 2013 15:12:12 GMT -5
Mal grinned and removed his shirt, feeling the sculpted muscle beneath. She let out a breath and but her lip hard, releasing a small pool of blood over her lips. As always she kiss him fiercely then dragged her lips down to his neck smearing her blood all along his pale skin.
"As you wish, My Prince," She murmured, dragging her ails along his back. She pulled him in closer, needing his cold skin against her hellishly hot.
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 17, 2013 6:12:46 GMT -5
Dracula lowered his head down to hers, kissing away the blood. He lowered himself against her body while giving a slight murmur of pleasure with that small amount of blood buzzing through his head. Anxious to please her, and be rewarded with MORE, his hands traveled to the front of his pants, freeing himself.
Without so much as a warning, he engulfed himself in her. She let out a harsh gasp at the suddenness off it, but slowly melted back onto the bed as his hips took on a sensual, circular movement against her. The Dark Prince chuckled.
"My Goddess was feeling neglected." He said, cocking his head at her. "Tell me... how does she feel now?" he asked, watching her face intently as the closeness of his hips became bruisingly hard against hers. He keep the tantalizing movement going.
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Post by Maleficent on Apr 17, 2013 15:54:56 GMT -5
Maleficent gave another sharp cry and moaned,"ooooo.... My Prince.... She feels like the fires of hell are burning from within me..."
She ran her nails down his sides then brought them back up to her collar bone, scratching thin lines down her chest. She tilted his chin towards her kissing him fiercely before letting him go again. She shivered as he lapped away the trickling blood, not a single drop was wasted or ignored. Mal hissed with pleasure as she moved her hips into his.
'Whatever you desire..." She whispered heavily into his ear, then rolled him over onto his back. She let her nails extend slightly into talons, then carved a surprisingly deep gash along her throat- Mal cringed at the pain, but leaned down to allow her Vampire lover access to such an unusual amount of blood- knowing she only had so much time before she'd have to reseal the wound before she bled out entirely.
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 17, 2013 20:44:37 GMT -5
He couldn't have stopped himself from bringing his lips to her wound if he WANTED to. He refrained from biting, but he licked and sucked what she gave, excited by her generous offering. Dracula moaned, there was just so much of it... he was getting giddy. She didn't struggle in his grasp, for he had slid a hand in her curly hair and held her in place with a tight grip, but he finally pushed her gently off of him. He wouldn't stop otherwise...
He had no use for breath, but the Dark Prince panted with the taste of her blood on his tongue. Two things he could feel: pain, and the excitement of blood... and ever since Maleficent had found that mysterious book, her blood had become even more tantalizing. If that was even possible. He arched his back, giving her a show of the pleasure he was feeling inside, but she was probably too weak to care.
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Post by Maleficent on Apr 17, 2013 20:53:57 GMT -5
"Ooo...." She leaned against him, letting a hand go to the wound to heal it. It sealed with the purple glow, but it still left her exhausted.
Maleficent held onto her lover, giving him light, soft kisses as she released short breaths. She felt dizzy, and rolled away from him, taking a moment to lie on the bed. The room was spinning, she closed her eyes in order to keep herself from getting terribly nauseous on top of the building light-headedness and dizziness.
Still, she smiled knowing they were both satisfied.
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 18, 2013 5:32:55 GMT -5
Dawn would be approaching, the Dark Prince carried Maleficent to her car, and after transporting the majority of this Eric' closet to the trunk, he stood in the hallways of the condo. He was satisfied with the rumpled and bloody state of the bed, now just one more touch was needed.
He took a kitchen knife and cut into his hand, dragging it along the hallway wall, leaving a line of black blood. Marking his territory, claiming it... and claiming the prince. They would be back for him, and his mermaid lover. But the sun was coming, and Dracula was a predator of extreme patience.
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Post by Alana/Opal on Apr 21, 2013 8:52:06 GMT -5
Alana's violet eyes sleepily opened. Morning light was shining in through the window. Eric looked so peaceful... so... beautiful... in the morning. She adjusted her arm around his chest, sighing as she snuggled in more to drift back to sleep.
When her eyes flung wide open. Damnit, WHAT time was it??? She looked over at her alarm clock...which had FAILED to go off, as she heard her father moving around in his room. It was 9:13am.
"Shit." She swore, getting up and scrabbling to put some pants on; sometime during the warm night she had shed them off, leaving her in a flimsy tank top and underwear. There was a gentle knock on her door, and the handle turned.
"NOT DRESSED DAD!" She announced, slamming her body against the door so he couldn't get in. "I'll be out in a sec! Just... hold on! Oatmeal is on counter, pour it in a bowl, add a cup of water, put it in the microwave 2 minutes, then add some fruit!" She called, trying to be specific in her directions, or else Triton would have a meltdown.
"Orange juice is in the fridge... AND DON'T SKIP OUT ON THE PILLS! They're all ready for you on the- SHIT!" Alana fell over in the battle with her pants. "...ON THE TABLE!"
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Apr 21, 2013 15:03:16 GMT -5
Eric shot awake when Alana's father knocked on the door. He really didn't want to face the former sea king. He sat up carefully trying not to watch a very half dressed Alana struggle to put her clothes on.
He ran a hand though his hair, looking for his shirt. He would need a way out of her bedroom.
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Post by Alana/Opal on Apr 21, 2013 17:54:34 GMT -5
She looked back over at Eric, sad to see him put a shirt back on. She shook the thought away. I'm going to distract him, in the kitchen." She said, handing him her keys. "Take my jeep, take it to grannies, EAT something.... sugary, and I'll meet you there, kay?"
Alana was about to head out to distract her father.
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on Apr 21, 2013 18:00:53 GMT -5
Eric took the keys, grabbing Alana by the arm and kissing her deeply but quickly, he pulled away giving her a smile. " Alright I will and thanks Alana. Meet me there soon!" He put his shoes on and got ready to make his way out of her house with out been seen.
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Post by Alana/Opal on Apr 21, 2013 22:35:53 GMT -5
It was easy enough to distract her father out in the kitchen. She just helped him with his breakfast prep and talked with him, very loud and animated to cover up Eric's gentle steps and exit out the door. Once he was gone, Alana relaxed and then saw to her father.
A little later, Alana pulled on some sneakers and jogged her way out to Granny's. She saw Eric in there, looking SO much better... while he inhaled his food. Who could blame him. She plopped down in front of him.
"Hey." She panted, having jogged all the way there. "Sorry about earlier... I just... yeah..." She didn't have to explain; he already knew... but she still felt bad that he couldn't feel welcome at her place because of Triton. "You look better."
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