Lucien
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Post by Lucien on Sept 18, 2009 17:24:26 GMT -6
He remained silent as he followed her, eyes watching her movements as if she were his last sane hold on the world and perhaps she was, he thought. Shrugging silently, he willed the sword to disappear back to where it belonged, leaving him there in nothing but a pair of loose black pants.
Lucien ran a hand through his hair, energy pent up inside him where he had called it but not needed it, a frustrating occurrence. He either had to release it or tamp it down, and he chose the latter, letting his eyes flutter shut as he forced it back to where he had called it from, toning down his aura.
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Post by Ayvajin on Sept 18, 2009 17:32:49 GMT -6
Ayvajin turned to Lucien, watching his movements. She gave a slight smile before taking off her bag and her sword and placing them in one of the chairs in the room. She then took off her cloak, placing it in the same chair.
“Thank you for everything, Lucien,” the necromancer said gently as she walked over and sat down on her bed. She sent another smile over to him before taking off her boots. She really could not help but to smile. He made her that happy.
Ayvajin pulled out the leather strap that had been used to tie back her hair. She placed it upon the table beside her bed. Patting a spot beside her on the bed, she said to Lucien, “Come sit beside me.”
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Lucien
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Post by Lucien on Sept 18, 2009 17:37:59 GMT -6
Lucien nodded and followed her with a slight smile tracing over his lips as he sat beside her and wrapped his arms around her smaller frame, his lips coming up to kiss her temple. He was content to just hold her there, knowing that Fixatia had come close was more than enough for him to want to do anything to keep her safe.
"You do not have to thank me for saving your life, necromancer," he said with a slight chuckle. "As I have said before, I am rather fond of you and despise her, so it was a good thing to save you," he said, choosing his words carefully.
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Post by Ayvajin on Sept 18, 2009 17:48:35 GMT -6
“I owe you many thanks and more,” Ayvajin said, looking to Lucien. She gave a smile, leaning up and kissing him. Her arms wrapped tightly around him, pulling him close to her. She brought her fingertips on her left hand over his cheek before allow them to drift down over his chest. Her eyes moved upward to meet his.
“I hope that you are more than just rather fond of me,” she said softly. “I enjoy your care for me, but I wish it would be a bit more than just that. Well, I would hope that it would be more than just that. You just fought for me and all.”
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Lucien
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Post by Lucien on Sept 18, 2009 18:18:22 GMT -6
Lucien chuckled as he cradled her face between his hands and kissed her fully, a deep spine tingling, breath stealing kiss that he was fond of giving her. "It can be whatever you want it to be," he said, which was the closest he would get to telling her without her asking outright if he felt a certain emotion to her. Old magickal creatures acted that way, sneaky bastards that they were.
Letting his own hands mimic her actions, he trailed over her neck and shoulders, down her arm. "What do you want, Ayvajin?" he asked softly, looking at her.
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Post by Ayvajin on Sept 18, 2009 18:29:43 GMT -6
“You know what I want, Lucien,” she told him gently, letting her eyes flash over his face for a brief moment before stopping to look into his eyes. “Do not pretend like you do not know what I mean.”
Ayvajin sent him another smile before leaning up and kissing his lips once more. She nipped at his lips before pulling back. She slipped an arm around the incubus, now pulling him close to her. Her other hand slipped over down his chest and then down over his side before resting upon his hip.
“You know how I feel, and you know exactly what I want, Lucien.”
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Lucien
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Post by Lucien on Sept 18, 2009 18:34:22 GMT -6
He shook his head, tilting her head up to kiss her deeply, letting his hands ghost down the sides of her body before pulling her close to him, picking her up with ease as he sat her sideways on his lap. "I know you wish for companionship, but I hardly think that you wish for anything with me, knowing my nature," he said calmly as he moved a few strands of hair out of her face.
"We cannot only belong to one person, no matter how much we may want them. Our version of love would kill them," he said simply as he watched her reaction to his words. It was true, Incubi and Succubi were not supposed to fall in love, it had a tendency to kill both parties involved.
Star crossed lovers indeed.
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Post by Ayvajin on Sept 18, 2009 18:58:27 GMT -6
Ayvajin wrapped an arm around Lucien, her eyes looking away from him for a moment. She shook her head slightly as though she was having an internal conflict. The necromancer turned to look at the incubus in the eye once more.
“Do not say such things to me, Lucien,” she told him, letting her free hand slip over his cheek. “I want you. I want to be with you. I do not care that you are an incubus. I am not afraid of dying either as long as I get to be with you for at least some time. Because, I want you, and I love you, Lucien.”
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Lucien
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Post by Lucien on Sept 18, 2009 19:11:44 GMT -6
The King of the Incubi smiled then, drawing her into him so he could kiss her. It was unlike the other kisses, this one was full of emotion. "And I love you as well, little necromancer," he said when he pulled away, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
He leaned forward again, bringing their lips together, his hands cradling her body to him firmly, pushing the lines just a bit, as he was wont to do as king and as and Incubi. "But what do you want from me, necromancer. You must tell me," he said as he looked into her eyes.
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Post by Ayvajin on Sept 18, 2009 19:19:21 GMT -6
Ayvajin flustered slightly as she looked to Lucien. Her cheeks reddened enough to be even noticeable in the dark lighting. “You know exactly what I want, Lucien,” she said softly, running her fingers over his chest. She leaned against him once more, kissing his lips.
She let out a gentle breath against his lips. Her eyes flashed up to his. “You know I want you, Lucien. I want you to sleep here with me.”
The necromancer faltered once more, her nervousness and embarrassment sweeping over her small frame once more. She ran her fingers lightly over his arm.
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Lucien
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Post by Lucien on Sept 18, 2009 19:23:15 GMT -6
Lucien chuckled as he tilted her head up and met her lips with his once more. She knew there was no going back once the words were said, and he could make it amazing for her on so many levels. That was what kept people wanting to have sex with Incubi, they were not only there on a physical level, but a mental one as well.
He let his hands trail along her body, tracing her curves through the material of her dress with a firm hand, but one that left tingling skin in its wake. He moved his lips from hers and down to the column of her throat, kissing the tender skin there before coming back up and claiming her lips again.
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Post by Ayvajin on Sept 18, 2009 19:33:19 GMT -6
Ayvajin let out a soft breath as she felt his lips moved down along her throat before returning to her lips. She returned his kiss, nipping at his lips a bit. The necromancer took hold of Lucien, pulling him close to her as she laid back upon the bed.
She could not help but wan to feel every bit of Lucien against her. She had been ready for this moment for quite a while. She would have no regrets about any of this. She wanted the incubus, and she was more than happy to have him in her bed at this moment.
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Lucien
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Post by Lucien on Sept 18, 2009 19:39:41 GMT -6
Lucien chuckled at her eagerness, his hands sliding down her bare arms to her sides and finally down to slowly, ever so slowly, lift the dress off of her with his hands ghosting over her bare skin. "Patience, my little necromancer," he chuckled as he lifted his head, mouth going to work first on her throat then to her collarbone.
His hands continued their work, tracing delicate skin as he coaxed her into a half-dreaming state, letting her feel what it was like to actually lay with an incubus, showing her just what he could do to her and what his people were about. The King decided he would take his time with her, show her how good sex could be.
He knew that he was not going to be around forever, he wanted her to know that he did care for her and he would do what he could to ensure that she was comfortable and pampered while he was around. Expert fingers teased along the skin as he lifted the dress higher, fingers trailing in a ghost wake of the hem of the dress as he concentrated on her and what would feel the best for her.
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Post by Ayvajin on Sept 18, 2009 20:02:51 GMT -6
The necromancer watched Lucien, goosebumps rising over her skin at the incubus’s touches. Ayvajin could not help but to smile a bit. She was enjoying his touches, it seemed, a bit too much.
The necromancer had never felt so strongly for anyone before. She had never wanted anyone else as much as she wanted Lucien. She was so happy that he was touching her like he was. She was so happy that he was willing to give her this time. She had no worries about what will happen after this night. She was living in this moment.
Her hands moved up along Lucien’s chest. She gently took his head in her hands, pulling him down so she could kiss his lips deeply.
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Lucien
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Post by Lucien on Sept 18, 2009 20:07:05 GMT -6
Lucien chuckled and kissed her back, pulling her to sit up as he slipped the dress off of her, hands exploring the skin that had been bared to him. He kissed her back just as deeply, fingers exploring her skin and drawing what sounds he could from her.
Lucien moved his mouth from hers, moving down his body and exploring, pleasing her now as he would for the rest of the night.
As the morning came close, Lucien rested with Ayvajin, drawing her into the circle of his arms as he lay in bed with her, kissing her temple lightly.
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Post by Ayvajin on Sept 18, 2009 20:26:20 GMT -6
Ayvajin rested against Lucien, content. She closed her eyes, letting her arms slip around him. She was rather happy at the moment. Not to mention she was also rather exhausted, yet she wanted to continue being awake. The necromancer enjoyed the feel of the incubus against her.
“I love you so much, Lucien,” she breathed, resting her head against him. “I am so glad that you are here with me.”
The necromancer was now completely relaxed. She just wanted to feel like this every time she was with the incubus. “I think you have worn me out, Lucien.” She gave a slight laugh.
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Lucien
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Post by Lucien on Sept 18, 2009 20:31:24 GMT -6
"That would be the point," he chuckled as he kissed her forehead, relaxing in the bed next to her. "Now go to sleep, my little necromancer. You need your rest," he said as he kissed her again, running his hands through her hair in a soothing and relaxing manner.
He would lay there until she fell asleep then he would have to go and feed elsewhere before returning to his kingdom. Lucien was careful not to get her with child because he knew that it was not something that should be done hastily. "I love you too, Ayvajin," he murmured against her hair.
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