Log: What am I to do with this lovely little toy of mine?

[scionofkushiel]

*so, is on the porch, and his hand is still bleeding, and he's not getting inside. It may be that he is tryiing to prevent Daeron from returning, or maybe he just can't seem to think straight. Or perhaps he doesn't feel like he should be allowed inside.*

*will come outside and - blink? my boytoy, what happened?* *kneels and lays a hand on his shoulder*

*is just staring into his hand, helplessly*

*takes his hand, yes* You're bleeding.

I am. It doesn't matter. *quietly*

It matters to me. Come inside.

I shouldn't. *still quietly*

Why not?

I am a beast, my lady. *darkly, still quietly*

*yes, I noticed, it was really hot, that's why I was looking for you* *kisses his neck* Hmm?

*a small shiver* I almost killed a helpless man today.

*kisses again* Hmm. You are a fierce man. Did he provoke you?

he insulted my mother. *gritteeth*

I'd say that is provocation.

*a nod, stern* You are kind to me, Lady.

I am not kind. *light kiss* I understand you. *I /like/ your fierce*

*nnngh, that's distracting* Do you?

Yes. *another kiss, higher up, maybe with a little nibble. distraction=good.*

*mmmmhmmmgh* Woman... *his uninjured hand moved to touch her cheek, he's kissing back*

*kisses, passion there even if just a touch as of yet* Mmm?

You are distracting me from my brooding. *almost amused, not quite*

*kiss* Are you that attached to it?

It's a family inheritance. *dryly*

*amused, deep little chuckle, voice rich* You can always come back to it. *maybe. after I get you for a while.*

You... you... are an angel. *pulls her in for a fierce kiss, forgetting the blood on his hand, his injured hand in her hair*

*kisses him back, nipping at his lower lip, hands going to the back of his neck*

*nnnnngh, he's tugging her to his lap, and kissing more assertively, because gggggah, Melisande*

*wriggles on his lap, a little, and kisses more, there's the nails, the other hand caressing his face*

*she's just having that /effect/ on him oh Valars be damned. A growl, in the kiss, his hand moving from her hair to her breasts, through the fabrick - his blood is staining her dress.*

*oh well. the dress will survive. does catch his hand and kiss his palm, though. yes, the wounded one.* A bandage, perhaps. And then... *presses against his hand, a little*

I don't need bandages, Aenil. Only you. *huskily*

*kiss his hand again, then his lips* You have me.

*a growl and a kiss back, grabbing her more tightly* Oh, woman.

*nibblesnog, almost wrapped around him*

*might actually start to fiddle a hand into that skirt, yes, outside, yes, in the cold, who cares?*

*slight moan, will want to go inside here in a minute even if nnngh* *fingers clamp more on his neck, kiss getting a bit more bitey*

*gah, doesn't matter, Phedre has had public sex outside with Saggy, so why not you, Melisande? That hand is totally working up her thigh, and the kiss is extremely demanding*

*yeah, is kind of whatever now, as long as they can do it more than once :D* *shifts herself to be straddling his lap, presses him back for more snogging*

*oh, totally lifting that skirt, then, and moving to grasp her buttocks ferociously, with a groan*

*squirms a little with a purrgrowl, darkly, nails scratching at his neck and moving over his shoulders, undoing his shirt, wanting his chest*

*he's not objecting, his lips moving to her neck, nibbling there, almost nipping, and clearly her effect on him is physically palpable*

*moving hands down over his chest, then, trailing nails down to his pants, maybe taking his earlobe in her teeth and still purrring*

*Nnngh, Melisande.... his hand is moving to the inside of her thigh, testing the waters*

*another long moan, she's hot and ready, hands skillfully undoing his pants, though slowwwly*

*murmuring in her hair*, Durgwen, you play with me... *husky and wanting*

I don't play... *little bite on his neck, hands going to push pants down and take him in hand*

*a move, against her, to press to her heat* I do, but I like to win.

*moves a hand along his length* So do I...when I do play.

And what do you do now, then, if you do not play? *harshly, wanting, and it shows in the way he holds her*

I tease... *moves toward his hand, a little, go ahead, return the favor. another stroke*

And cruelly so... *he inserts a finger, then, almost violently*

*shudders, jerking on his hand, giving him more of a bite on his neck* You don't like my touch? *almost grips him, then*

*a hiss, and a growl* Ai, I like everything that you do to me, Aini. *and a thumb on that pearl of hers, yes, pressing*

Then I'll do to you what I like... *gasp and a shudder on his hand, surge of wet warmth, hand tightening a little*

*if she weren't holding in her hand so tightly a very precious part of his anatomy, he'd tumble her here and there, as is...* Aye, and more so for your trouble, beautiful.

*kisses him and releases, legs wrapping around his back* Mmmmm...

*kisses her back, hungrily, and is going to press himself inside of her, here and now, because nnnnnngh*

*gasp, shifts to allow him deeper and yes bitey snog mmmm*

*oh, Edain women!* *bitey snog ahoy and pressing indeed, moving sharply inside her*

*moves on him, as well, nails in his shoulders, a long moan of nnnn*

*is a bit bewildered at this but if he can disfigure bards outside, he can also snog outside, right? So Hmmmmmgh*

*yep, damn straight. we can go inside after. to do it again. wrapped around him, tightly*

*is holding her desperately, moving as much as he can, and a grunt of oyesplease*

*yes, noises of pleasure, and not very quietly, either, kissing and nibbling and scratching this is good*

*Hmnmmmmgh, you witch you* Hush, they might hear you. *my brother could walk in, or something.*

*nibbles and rocks on him, sensually* Let them hear.

*gah trying to get brain bleach for the idea of brothers walking in on this and .... gah this is distracting*

*moves her hips to be even more distracting, is not at all ashamed of sex!*

....* is effectively distracted*

*oh, good, moves on him again in a languorous way*

*is going to come at this rate, earlier than he wants to!*

*has probably already come once, but does again, nails clenching, fluttering around him with a cry lost in a bite on his neck*

*... it's impossible to resist, he follows with a tighter grip on her, and a muffled growl in her shoulder*

*hisssss and clamps on him a little*

*is just busy being stoned and smelling her hair, kthx*

*yep, sprawled on him....slight shiver, eventually, as a hint*

*oh, right what the hell was he thinking* Should we... You're cold. *Elves don't feel it as much*

We could go inside... *you could come with me...?* *deceptively kittenlike*

*aaaaaw* Yes, yes, of course. *anything you want*

*curls up next to his chest, you're so big and stronnng and I am busily getting you right where I want you*

*is just going to lift her in his arms then, because she feels so fetching right now, and takes her inside*

*heeee. likes that, and loops her arms around his neck*

Where shall we go, then, Aini?

Hmmm. My room?

Ay. *he takes her there, then, swiftly*

*heee. is so pleased with herself and him. good little boytoy.*

*yay, her room!* *opens it with a fumble, and lays her on the bed, gently*

*tugs him down with her, typist willing, and kisses his mouth*

*wooot! typist and puppet are willing, and he goes down with a hmmph*

*is lying there so enticingly, flushed and beautiful and a bit of tongue in kiss*

*haaagaaaah, irressistible and he starts to undo her corsage, kissing back*

*kisss and mmmhmm encouraging noise*

*okay, okay, he can do this, is going to undress her than, impatiently*

*is quite glad to be undressed, yes she is, and hence helping*

*and he's doing all this without a moment of pain, though his hand is hurting. But sex first, healing later. Because you know. Cara knows how to set his priorities.*

*of course he does! she doesn't mind. at all.*

*and his mouth is going to latch on to her nipple, lavishing harsh attention as his hands explore her*

*back arches, surprised gasp, hands going to tangle in his hair*

*is nibbling at her flesh, moaning into it*

*back arching, runs a foot up his leg with a noise of pleasure, nails hooked into his back*

*is kind of drowning in her body, his face buried in her belly now, a trail downwards*

*breathing hard, eyes wide, hands by turns clutching and caressing*

*is going to spread her thighs, demandingly, hands going for the prize!*

*spreads her legs willingly, hips bucking towards him* Elua - *hands tight wound in his hair, now, almost pulling*

*caresses her, his lips over her mound and teasing*

*shudder* You... *hands push him down, or try*

*resists* All in due time, Aini *teasing still*

You wicked man. *panted, does tug his hair a little*

Elf, lady. Not man. *he gives her a wicked grin*

Wicked either way. *arches her hips up, toward him*

*laughs, lightly, and gives her a flicker of the tongue, yes*

*little shudder gasp, fingernails probably in his scalp a bit, legs hooking around his shoulders, maybe*

*another wicked smile, and another wicked lick* What would you do, to have me, Aini?

*movement of her hips* I would fight. Like a cat. *fingernails rake down over his head*

Hmmm like a cat. I like that. *he brings his face down to her, nuzzles, a little.*

Mmmm... *yes claws*

*okay, nuzzles more!*

*little hip buck and a moan* Yesss...

*might be using his hands to caress the rest of her, with passion*

*nnnngh yes this is good* Yes- Elua, aaah - *head thrown back, expression almost wild with pleasure*

*pursues his attentions, hungrily, and man thos pants are tight*

*panting, breathless, climaxes with a cry, nails digging into the nape of his neck*

*drinks her in but moves up to place his lips on her throat* My turn, now.

*head leaned back, eyes glazed, wild, hands down to clutch his buttocks* Your turn...

*moves to kneel, takes a handfull of her hair* You know what I want... *huskily*

*dark, wild eyes* Yes...

Then grant it, by all the Valars... *crazysauce elf, here*

*will move to put him on his back, then, flipping their positions*

*oh no, he wants her on all fours, in front of him. Submitted. So he can see.*

If you want it. You can take it. *wicked smile down*

You tempt me, woman. *is goint to drag her to him, then, if she insists*

*will fight, at least pretending, though the claws are certainly real, but it's clearly passion and not real fight*

*that's fine - he can take it, and he's harsh but in a passionate way when he drags her face down where he wants it*

*hiss and dragged, fighting his dominance still*

*a bit of a soothing sound* You will like it.

*panting* *fiercely* Make me. *this is almost thrilling*

*One hand in her hair, the other moves to grab at her nipple* I will. You give me what I want, and the more I enjoy it, the more I please you in return.

*gasp and she goes taut at the electric current that releases* Yes-

So. *pushes her face towards his length* You know what to do.

*a kiss on his tip, then, and even she knows the languissement and how to do it well*

*of course she does, she was probably taught very early on - she's Shahrizai, after all* Nnnngh.

*oh yes, a long lick and then takes him fully in her mouth with a little undulation of her tongue*

*a muffled sound of yesplease, and his hands roam her back, her breasts*

*oh yes, working him with D'Angelline skill and Shahrizai refinement*

*and he's caressing her, true to his word, touching her back where she likes, seeking her pleasure.*

*her little breathing hitches probably tell him that, and make her offerings deeper and more...pleasurable*

*well that's... very nice, and it shows in his responses, and in the way his caresses twitch, a little*

*long stroke with her tongue, is so tempted to give him a little taste of teeth but won't*

*that... would be bad, Melisande. His breath hitches, and he holds still, a moment.* On your back, please.

*withdraws* Hmmm? *in a tone that almost says, okay, /put/ me there*

I said please. *huskily*

Since you said please. *moves, slowly, so slowly*

*just a look. He's eating her with her eyes, it's wild and a bit out of control, and he lunges, to splay himself on her, even if she perhaps is still on all fours*

*yep, probably, just having turned around before turning over*

I can take you now, this way, if you prefer. *he's not really asking, though*

Lord...

*moves then, to take her, on all fours, and is going to do it with energy and enthusiasm!*

*gasp and a cry, but welcomes him, bracing herself*

*is going to labor, then, hands on her breasts, and moving harshly, sharply, his face in her hair*

*a sharp breath for his every movement, not quite gasping this is so strange but...goooood feels good*

*well, itsosogoood and he's holding her so close, moving in and out of her with growing passion, wanting more and more*

*still a noise for every movement, here for his pleasure, oh yes*

*it spurs him on, and his hands move, one to cup a breast, the other to brush against her tender spot*

*squirms a little and that's a purringgrowl we like that*

*still laboring, holding on, he wants her to cum again, before he does*

*if he keeps touching there is doesn't take long, comes with a cry, head flung back*

*oh, good, he was just about to explode, he follows her with a sort of deep moan in her hair, holdling her tightly to him*

*while she's still gasping, too - tenses around him with another little cry of pleasure*

*ohvalarsdamnitandyavannastits!* *a groan because OMG this is good, and his arms tense around her, reflexively*

*rocks back onto him as far as she can, pressing him deeper*

*oh, he's good with that, he's pressing back holding her tight*

*holds there, breathing, nnngh gooood*

*hmmm you smell good you woman you*

*does, smells like Melisande and Cara and sex right now!*

*best smell ever, says Cara, and he's toppling to the side, taking her with him*

*follows, gladly, loosening her body*

*is just lying there, halfdead, hand still bleeding a little, and very happy*

*hopefully not /really/ halfdead* Your hand? *languorous, though* *and Daeron is probably having tea with Mina and planning to get a room in the Mansion. hee.*

*in which case he'd better be invisible if he likes to have a tongue* It's alright. *lazily*

*he's going to do his damnedest* Mmm. Good. *will lickkiss whatever part of him is nearest*

*mmmgh* *pulls her to him, lazily* I think I might like you a little. *too much*

Hmmm? I certainly like you more than a little. *nestles, a little, turning to press her breasts to his chest, smiling at him*

*heartwitch* Is that so? *sounding detached, yes, we don't care!*

Mmmhmm. *shameless manipulation!* *snuggled against him*

*shameless indeed* Well then. *pretending not to care!*

*doesn't mind if he pretends. heard his heart, there*

*and he's kind of smiling stupidly too*

*kisses his chest. oh, you lovely man you. I just have to decide what I want you to do, now...*

*Hmmrph* *snuggles her and might sort of fall asleep*

*doesn't mind sleeping there, just lying, mind whirling. who would she want dead...? what can she use him to gain...?*

*she could make him abduct Phedre, perhaps?*

*ooooh. this sounds promising. Hmm. And maybe if she abducted Phedre...she'd make a bargaining piece, wouldn't she? or if Morgoth offers her something better, would not averse to that...hmmmmm. so many good things to do with a man. caresses his chest*

*Morgoth would be very interested in having an elf for personal torture. But what could she gain in exchange?*

*hmm. she likes power. might not trust that he can get her that, though.*

*is almost amused by the idea of sending him after Lydia. kind of wants to make him walk into something that'll hurt him just because she can*

*Lydia would have issues. Lots of them.*

*would /really/ like to turn him on his brothers, somehow, because she's a nasty bitch that way, just not coming up with a way how...*

*she doesn't really know them, is part of the problem*

*yeah, true...will have to remedy that. hmmmm. still thinking, caressing him absently. such a pretty manthing.*

*he's sleeping, eyes open in the way elves do*

*it surprises her at first, but he's still sleeping, kiss, again, just thoughtful, it's almost a pity. she could just keep him like this. but that's so dull. and she's been bored so long.*

*in his sleep, he shifts, tugs her close, murmurs things in Quenya that are tender, strangely so, for him*

*smiles at that, can get the tone if not the language* And you, my beautiful, my lovely game-piece. *quietly*

*oh dear. He's in big trouble, isn't he?*

*oh, yes, he is. typist has a big brother who is dying to get his hands on Melisande right now. she's just laughing her head off. gaaaah. *thwaps**

*So there's a Cleeg who wants a Mel for breakfast? Pandora is willing to help.*

*oh yes, he does. because people who break little brother's hearts die.*

*Cara says he's first, though.*

*to die? or to get his hands on her?*

*to have revenge. Brothers can take a number*