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Post by Random on Mar 22, 2009 22:20:42 GMT -5
»RESHEPH«
.x.The fear I see when I look in your eyes.x.
Her thick scent filled his nares, filtering everything else out. It was her time of season, and he could barely resist now. He had noticed earlier, it was hardly like he couldn't have. He just choose to ignore it, like he was attempting now. He couldn't rush things, or else the fun would be over too quick. He would have to leave the best for last. His large body quivered in anticipation, each breath making him more impatient. He wouldn't be able to keep it up for long, seem so calm and collected. He usually didn't let his instincts guide him as much they were now, fighting the urge that was ever constant this time of year. For he wanted to place his games first, then it was time for pleasure. Yes, it was the best time of year. But it also took great self control, something that grew very boring with time.
.x.Makes you believe I'm one of a kind.x.
She spoke now, repetitive words laced with fear. He saw it in his eyes too, as they darted to and fro never focusing on an object long enough to stay stationary. He thrived off her fear, almost wanting to play his little game longer. Though he could hold back no more, his body already making preparations for what was to come. "Do you wish me to spell it out for you?" he replied sarcastically to her inquire. She turned her backside toward him, almost like she was submitting to his wishes. His lust suddenly overwhelmed by anger. He would of expected her to try to run or even cry for help. Though there would be no escaping him, he would of thought her to at least resist somehow. But no, she just had to make things more difficult. How could you have fun if the one beneath you was in a coma-like state? Could that be the reason for her calling then? He doubted it, though he chuckled at the coincidence.
.x.The fear I leave in the back of your mind.x.
"Don't make things boring," he scolded loudly, thick boa extending and his enamels aiming to nip her rump savagely. He whipped his skull starward now, a loud neigh echoing in the gorge. He was excited now, too excited. It would only be a matter of time now before instincts completely took over. He danced in place, daggers sloshing in the mud beneath. It would make things more exciting if he waited...to see how she would respond. But then again there was not much to respond to, and he was growing impatient. His lust wouldn't allow him to wait any longer.His member slid out of its sheath, ready for the action it'd been waiting for all this time. He picked his large frame up and reared wildly, daggers slicing through the still night air. He moved forward on his rears legs, getting as close as possible before he collapsed on top of her. Weight was still strategically placed on his hind legs, he needn't have her collapse on him now. Hooves dug deeply into her sides for added balance, injury eminent. It wasn't his job to be gentle with her, this was for his enjoyment only.
.x.Makes you believe I'm...ONE OF A KIND.x.
OOC//I have no idea why, but this seems like powerplaying to me and I want you to have a chance to post something instead of me just posting everything in one post and leaving no room for you to post. So I'll stop here and if you don't have much to reply to that's fine, shorts posts are fine. Long too though, xP. And I think I'll go with semi-graphic. I'm not going into as much detail as our text books, LOL. But I have too much muse for a fade to black. Let me know if you want to take a step up/down.
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Post by Commy on Mar 24, 2009 17:25:20 GMT -5
Comatose // My Life Outside the Stall
As Resheph mounted her and she had added weight on her legs. She tried to support herself, but almost collapsed when he slipped in to her. She cried out as he tried to harm her, yet didn't try to kill her. Comatose screamed, her body exhausted as soon as he started. "Stop!" she howled in pain. Another scream escaped her as her virginity was lost to this... evil stallion. She almost blacked out on her legs, feeling like all the world collapsed on to her. "STOP!!" she cried out again.
He made no mood to lighten her load. Instead, it almost seemed as if he pushed harder for the sake of making her scream in pain. She felt like dying right then, but it felt like he was doing it for her. Stop, she had cried so many times her throat was hoarse. Comatose's legs wouldn't support her if she tried to run away and he new it. "Who are you, you demon, you devil? You god forsaken beast!" she screamed out curses that had never even crossed her mind at him. Her legs finally buckled and she waited for the ripping pain to overtake her... but it never came. She finally found her footing and held herself up, to her dismay, as he raped her.
//OOC// It's okay. In semi-graphic breeding it's always good to do a little powerplaying or posts would be short. It's fine ;-) And sorry my post is so short, I have no muse today 
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Post by Random on Mar 25, 2009 1:03:44 GMT -5
»RESHEPH«
.x.The fear I see when I look in your eyes.x.
The ruthless mahogany brute laughed as he felt her fumble beneath him, his weight too much for her small frame. But she somehow found the strength to remain upright, possibly from fear of what he might do to her if she hadn't. For her didn't deal well with refusal, though it did make things more interesting. Nevertheless, as pushed aside her whipcord and slid inside her caverns he was met with pleasure. The real sensations were yet to come, but just the thrill of hearing her outcry's and knowing how much pain he was inducing to her made him so happy.
.x.Makes you believe I'm one of a kind.x.
More cries and pleas were uttered, though it only made his job more satisfactory. He relished her every scream as he pushed hard, breaking her barrier. So she was a virgin? How nice. He thrusted brutally into her, showing her no mercy. He didn't care if he was hurting her, the only thing that mattered was him and not the whining wench underneath. He had heard her wail the repeated words of 'stop', though it only made him assault her more viciously. He heard her curses, though paid them no more attention then a moments worth.
.x.The fear I leave in the back of your mind.x.
"I am Resheph," he replied sadistically as ivories clenched onto the nape of her neck, for balance and satisfaction of more pain on her part. He continued, the sensation building and his work becoming crueler by the second. Again and again, over and over he didn't stop until he had reached his most gratifying moment. He felt her weaken and eventually she slipped under his weight though she regained her stance shortly. His time had already passed, and now he only continued for her torture. Not much time passed before he himself started to tire, growing bored at the game already.
.x.Makes you believe I'm...x.
He dismounted, wasting no more time on the now useless mare. Or could she be of more entertainment at a later date? He had land now, though he wasn't quite sure why exactly. Maybe for this exact reason? So he wouldn't have to wander miles to find another fae to torture. He could have his own little harem right beside him, for convenience. Toys, pawns and whores would be all they were, though that sounded good to him. He would be able to play his little games whenever he wanted, and mating season wouldn't be such a drag.
.x.ONE OF A KIND.x.
These cruel thoughts invaded Resheph's mind as he moved back toward Comatose. Those coal hued orbs stared at her, his signature smirk beginning to form on his mug yet again. "You are mine now," he informed her, leaving little room for her to resist. He himself was fatigued and he wasn't the victim, there would be no escaping. She would have to be one sly one to get past him, and he doubted she had the courage to do so. A quick savage bite at her haunches confirmed this, though it was eminent from the moment he had revealed his true self to her. There was no turning back.
.x.Hey, Hey, Hey, One of a Kind.x.
OOC://Yes, I suppose so. I'm just a bit sensitive like that xP. No problemo about your muse, I almost wished I didn't have so much so I didn't practicly wrap this all up in two posts >.<. Darn you muse! lol.
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Post by Commy on Apr 2, 2009 20:08:12 GMT -5
Comatose // My Life Outside the Stall
Comatose was scared. First, she had been raped by Resheph, and now he was claiming that she was his now. Her eyes were white with fear and her heart beat faster than a galloping horse. Her brown coat was stained, and she was no longer a virgin. Her precious one of a kind-ness was gone forever, and she had lost it to this brute. Where he had inserted in to her hurt like heck. She opened her foaming mouth to utter more curses but only air came out. She closed herself, not wanting it anymore. No, no more raping. Running was impossible, too. She was trapped.
"No... not anymore... no more... rape-" the words came out in short gasps. She knew that he could tell what she was saying. Comatose was begging. For him to let her go, for him to not rape her anymore. She knew it was a waste of breath, though. Her virginity was gone, and her body ached. Inside of her entrance, it felt like a sharp stone had been raked down the walls and she was panting heavily. Suddenly, Comatose cried out as if he had started again. "No!" Her breath was finally gone. She had nothing more she could do but let herself collapse. The fae attempted to let the fire soothe the ragged pain in her area, but it just made it worse by a thousand times.
"No..."
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Post by Random on Apr 3, 2009 0:09:55 GMT -5
»RESHEPH«
.x.The fear I see when I look in your eyes.x.
Orbs dark as the night above wandered over the mare, tracing her features and lingering on her hindquarters. They were stained a darker color, leaving trails of his torture. Cold heart beat steadily, for not even his own flames could melt it. He snorted in contentment about the bruises he would leave on the mare. Oh, he didn't need long to break someone. Just a few moments, a few chosen words, a few chosen actions and then they were his. But he hated the thought of his game ending so soon, and that was when he had came up with the splendid idea of keeping her around a little longer.
.x.Makes you believe I'm one of a kind.x.
The fear in Comatose's eyes only made his efforts even more worthwhile. The whites shown prominently, leaving a crazed look in them. Bound by fear she didn’t even attempt to escape, just stood there begging for his mercy. Well he had no mercy to give, he hadn’t been born with weaknesses like that. He didn’t care what she wanted, he didn’t care how much she pleaded, how much she screamed. It would only be better that way…It just made things more interesting. Because she was his now, whether she accepted that or not. She would be his little toy from now until he decided to throw her away.
.x.The fear I leave in the back of your mind.x.
She collapsed, weak fae that she was. Really only a filly, though that didn’t stop him. She started screaming again, and he just stood there. Smiling, smirking, letting the sound pierce his auds with satisfaction. He didn’t have many words for her, his times of small talk long gone. He laughed loudly at the thought of his earlier attempts to be nice. Oh how much it pained him to do that, but he had to be patient…it was more fun in the long run then. But now he had all the time he wanted with her…
.x.Makes you believe I'm...x.
He walked to the back of her again, stilts carrying him slowly so she could tell he wasn’t about to actually leave her now. Large dagger kicked savagely at her rump, urging her to get up. He didn’t want to wait all night here, unless she wanted to go for another round that is…Smirk widened at the thought, be he decided to spare her for the night. For he himself was tired, and wanted to toy with her a bit more before he tore into her again. “Get up,” he commanded harshly, landing another pitiless blow to her rump. Whipcord lashed out at the air in impatience as he snorted to accentuate the intolerant mood he was in.
.x.ONE OF A KIND.x.
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Post by Random on Apr 8, 2009 12:52:39 GMT -5
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