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jigokuspider) wrote2018-01-08 09:25 am
jigokuspider) wrote2018-01-08 09:25 am
Night makes a lonely hunter | Locked to singinghuntress
[OOC: Continuation of this thread and this thread!]
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It was a quaint English house made in the old Victorian-Edwardian design, a type of flat that you find in an ordinary city of modern London down the street. It has a simple iron gate in the front, with a garden he grows in the frontyard and more in the backyard that is assessable through his kitchen. There is a light mist, a fog that covers the city. The narrow alleys, the empty classic double decker buses parked on the streets, it's the classic old Scotland yard.
As to where they are, Claude explained it's a type of dimension that existed in the human world and their world, but supernatural creatures can come and go between the veil as they are portals to other worlds and dimensions that only their kind know. Humans cannot sense this veil, as it serves as a barrier to protect both worlds from crossing over and lapped over each other.
Claude has lived alone for a very long, long time, and never expected company until she showed up one day as a wanderer and stray. It was a rough rain of sleet, nasty weather that night. He welcomes her in, showing hospitality to a guest, and allowed her to stay for as long as she likes, as she has nowhere else to go.
Afterward, the Huntress become his nightly companion, and she comes and goes as she pleased. Sometimes, she comes for sex, which he happily provided. Sometimes, she comes for a warm bed to stay. He doesn't hide the fact that he's a demon, and he's a spider type, and that what she sees of him isn't his true form, but rather a form that is most suitable and pleasing for the evenings they spend together.
Still, he was curious about her, she's an interesting mate. She is intelligent and cunning as he is, and they are every bit of predator types as they are. She was talking in her sleep again as she huddle beneath all of those blankets. Nightmare it seems. He caught a few names. He wondered what they mean to her. He doesn't know much about her, as he is not one to pry. Until she's ready to talk about it to him.
There is no set schedule for the evening. The night is as clear and pitch black calm. He opened the door, serving coffee on a silver tray as he usually does every night. He assured her that it's no issue, and he does so, because he likes to do it, being a gentleman, and perhaps a part of him is excited to have a mate that is compatible with him in most ways.
"This time, I got your coffee right." He said cheerfully, nudging the lump on his bed that is sleeping like the dead. "Black with a pinch of sugar and a drop of human blood." Nevermind as to how he acquired the latter, as the details are less important, but nothing like a visit to the blood bank could fix.
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It was a quaint English house made in the old Victorian-Edwardian design, a type of flat that you find in an ordinary city of modern London down the street. It has a simple iron gate in the front, with a garden he grows in the frontyard and more in the backyard that is assessable through his kitchen. There is a light mist, a fog that covers the city. The narrow alleys, the empty classic double decker buses parked on the streets, it's the classic old Scotland yard.
As to where they are, Claude explained it's a type of dimension that existed in the human world and their world, but supernatural creatures can come and go between the veil as they are portals to other worlds and dimensions that only their kind know. Humans cannot sense this veil, as it serves as a barrier to protect both worlds from crossing over and lapped over each other.
Claude has lived alone for a very long, long time, and never expected company until she showed up one day as a wanderer and stray. It was a rough rain of sleet, nasty weather that night. He welcomes her in, showing hospitality to a guest, and allowed her to stay for as long as she likes, as she has nowhere else to go.
Afterward, the Huntress become his nightly companion, and she comes and goes as she pleased. Sometimes, she comes for sex, which he happily provided. Sometimes, she comes for a warm bed to stay. He doesn't hide the fact that he's a demon, and he's a spider type, and that what she sees of him isn't his true form, but rather a form that is most suitable and pleasing for the evenings they spend together.
Still, he was curious about her, she's an interesting mate. She is intelligent and cunning as he is, and they are every bit of predator types as they are. She was talking in her sleep again as she huddle beneath all of those blankets. Nightmare it seems. He caught a few names. He wondered what they mean to her. He doesn't know much about her, as he is not one to pry. Until she's ready to talk about it to him.
There is no set schedule for the evening. The night is as clear and pitch black calm. He opened the door, serving coffee on a silver tray as he usually does every night. He assured her that it's no issue, and he does so, because he likes to do it, being a gentleman, and perhaps a part of him is excited to have a mate that is compatible with him in most ways.
"This time, I got your coffee right." He said cheerfully, nudging the lump on his bed that is sleeping like the dead. "Black with a pinch of sugar and a drop of human blood." Nevermind as to how he acquired the latter, as the details are less important, but nothing like a visit to the blood bank could fix.
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The moment she felt him slide in she let out a soft moan of relief as he shoved himself deep inside her. She didn't care that he was being rough, only that he was giving her exactly what she craved! Rip would be screaming out her pleasure quickly enough with his hard thrusts and not even caring that he was using her long hair as reigns as he tugged her head back, making her body arch and give him an even deeper angle as her screams became more wanton and eager.
Every thrust...it was heaven to her! Rip just couldn't get enough of how good he felt filling her like this! She didn't care if he was loosing control, she was eager to be used any way he wanted.
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But what really drove him to fill that empty womb with his seed, is that now she can carry his children. The very thought is an exciting prospect. Just to think of the child, and what it can do to carry on his legacy, he can imagine it. Summoning his dark energy now, he pushed harder and deeper, watching her loose control as she rides his thick hard cock, sending his energy into her womb. Hopefully, she'll be swollen and big.
"So impressed that you can take so much, my dear. Keep going, you know I won't be satisfied until you take my seed like a good girl." He said, and he tugged her long raven hair, reigning her in. "No need to tease or be slow as I like it hard and fast. I want to see you carry my child. What do you think? Do you like the sound of that? I do...would you think of our future together?"
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"I love zhe sound of it my Master.. please, give me your seed zo I can carry your child." She moaned as her body practically impaled herself on his cock with every hard thrust. She wanted him as deep inside her as possible so that none of his seed could escape her once he flooded her with it..She didn't care how many times he desired to breed her, she would always be eager to carry his child.
The more he tugged her hair, the more her back arched for him and the deeper angle he got. There was no denying she could deal with all of his demands now and she was definitely not teasing him with how her body moved with his. Rip was desperate to do as he wanted! "...Ve'll haf a vonderful future together.."