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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jun 29, 2015 23:28:10 GMT -5
Surely Teagan shouldn't have said what she said, but Eoin just had such a way with crawling underneath her skin that she couldn't really help herself. She could see the darkness growing in his eyes, but there wasn't much she could do other than clench her wand and hope to be prepared for his attack. But, alas, he knocked her wand from her hand which caused her to scowl -
But then the pain set in...
A burning, searing pain began to course through her veins, and she locked up, completely unable to move. It felt like blades were being dragged across her skin, and though she could guess this was only a fraction of what the cruciatus curse felt like, it still felt like being dragged through hell. She whimpered before feeling relief once she was lifted from the ground with a hand wrapped around her throat. As her back collided with the wall, though, she recomposed herself and let out a dry laugh.
"If you're going to choke me, you could at least pleasure me, Eoin," she sneered.
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jun 29, 2015 23:49:01 GMT -5
He tightened his grip, tucking his wand away as he other hand came up to pull back her hair. harshly back, before swiftly, albeit impulsively, leaning in to kiss her. It was violent, passionate, and hot. As his lips collided with hers and immediately began prying them open, he bit her lower lip, slipped his tongue into her mouth briefly, just long enough to assert a form of dominance, and pulled her hair ever harder again - with some sense of rationality and reality returning to him he pulled away, studying her flushed face. Licked his lips and, very slowly, began to loosen his grip around her neck.
"You're twisted," he spoke in a low, factual growl. His eyes rested on her lips, something had ignited him there, something addicting, there had been fire a spark, like giving a child a bite of candy and then leaving the rest of the goodies in front of him, just begging to be devoured. He cleared his throat, let go of her hair, let go of her throat, and allowed her back on the ground, pointing his wand to where hers rested and grunting an 'accio' allowing the wand to fly back towards them, catching it in his free hand and offering the hilt towards her. He looked away.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jun 30, 2015 0:22:51 GMT -5
The tugging of her hair, the biting of her lip - both actions revved her engine and caused her to forget momentarily that this was the man who had just attacked her and essentially ruined her night. Their lips collided in a rough and white hot fashion, and his tongue dipped in quickly to leave her with the taste of peppermint and tea leaves in her mouth. His hand began to release on her throat, which was a bit of a disappointment, and once she was lowered to the ground, she smirked a bit and accepted her wand. "Thank you, babyface," she said with a wink. "And you know that's not a demeaning term, right? Wouldn't give you a nickname if I didn't like something about you."
But as he turned away, she moved to stand in front of him, trailing a single finger down over his lips, tugging the bottom one down until it snapped back into place. "And, now that I've seen the real you, maybe I want to see if there's more to you that I'd like," she said as she moved her mouth to his chest, biting at a piece of random flesh above his nipple.
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jun 30, 2015 0:38:35 GMT -5
As she began further advances on him he pushed her back against the wall, accepting her statement but not able to focus well enough to assess it. He gave her a quick once over, wrinkled his nose in an all too elitist fashion and stationed himself so close to her that he was very nearly pressing himself against her. Nearly a full foot above her his eyes, again, cool, steady, distant, surveyed her body.
"A lady won't get anywhere if she forgets her manners," he whispered, feeling an urge in himself to get rid of whatevr fucking polite pretenses he had and just fucking show this woman why he deserved her respect. Force it out of her. Make her beg him for something. Anything. Make her his. Claim her. Fuck her. He began to salivate, pupils dilating as he grew hard in his trousers. He swallowed, keeping his expression as unreadable as possible as he waited for her reaction.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jun 30, 2015 23:23:13 GMT -5
She was backed against the wall once again with the younger man towering over her significantly. His eyes were threatening and cold as they looked her over, and something about it only lit a spark of excitement deep in her belly. The fact that he was two years younger than her and an arrogant thorn in her side suddenly seemed irrelevant as a deep hunger began to rise up from the depths. "Manners?" She repeated, cocking her head to the side. "I don't think I need to tell you that I'm not exactly a classy broad behind doors, babyface," she said with a twisted, sexy smirk on her lips. "Saying 'please' in the bedroom just isn't really my thing. But I promise I can make it worth your while," she informed him, a playful wink playing off on her face as she ran her tongue along her lower lip seductively.
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jun 30, 2015 23:42:13 GMT -5
As she called him 'babyface' once more he brought his hand down to smack her thigh, and as she continued to tease him while demeaning herself he watched her run her tongue across her lip, flicked his eyes to meet hers, and without warning a moment later took her left bicep in his right hand and harshly jerked her around to face the wall. Using his free hand to press against the base of her neck he let go of her arm and began to tear into the waist of her dress, stopping after the first loud rip of fabric resounded around them. He then leaned his lips close to her ear, and spoke in a tone of voice as if this were a business deal that he want to negotiate the terms of. "Incorrect answer, O'Mally," the hand at the base of her neck came around her throat, very gently applying pressure though expertly keeping it breathable and near comfortable. "Try again."
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jun 30, 2015 23:52:50 GMT -5
The impact of his hand against her thigh caused her to whimper softly, leaving a stinging sensation tingling across the surface of her skin as it turned redder than the hair atop her head. He certainly wasn't going to be easy on her, but just before she was able to imagine how hot their sex would be, he gripped her upper arm tightly. There would certainly be a bruise left behind, and she winced slightly as she was whirled around and pressed against the wall from a different angle. "Damn it," she muttered, feeling him tugging wildly at her dress until it tore. An expensive piece indeed, but hopefully he would make her night worth losing a measly dress. His hand entangled around her throat and began to apply pressure, constricting her airways only just slightly. Her palms pressed flat against the wall, trying to keep her face from being absolutely smushed against the wall. "Why don't you try again, love? From what I can tell, I'm not being pleasured just yet," she said in a low, sensual growl.
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jul 1, 2015 12:55:36 GMT -5
He took her teasing jest a step further as he tore the waist of her dress completely and exposed her well toned buttocks in a pair of sultry stockings and panties. Of course she would wear lingerie like this, he thought off hand, of course. He placed his hand in the centre of her buttocks, tightening his grip around her throat ever so slightly as his hand lowered and, very teasingly, began applying pressure as he neared her growing wetness. Once where he gauged her clitoris to be he back tracked, concentrating his slow, erotic movements from her entrance, to her clit and back again.
The feeling of her through panties was intensely erotic to him, she had the body of Aphrodite, and he was positive, from forming the contours with his fingers, that her cunt matched this perfectly. He envisioned her nakedness against his completely, under him, biting into his chest as he thrusted into her with growing speed, it was an image he was beginning to obsess over. A craving begging to be sated.
He removed his hand from between her legs, and very harshly smacked her ass one more, wanting to feel her jump from the sudden change of pace as he pressed his chest against her back and planted a kiss just behind her ear.
"This isn't about your pleasure, sweet," he stated in his same, calm, collected manner. As though he weren't at all bothered or phased by what was transpiring between them, "this is about your punishment."
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 1, 2015 15:35:10 GMT -5
The dress on her body was history, and at this point only her top half was still secured by it. The draft from the sudden rush of chilled air that struck her lower half caused the hairs on her body to stand on end - painting her pale, freckled skin with goosebumps all over. He began to press his body against her, and she shivered at his hand trailing between her legs. His hand was hot and blazing against her wetness, and each stroke from clit to entrance made her weaker in her knees. There was a wild sensation of lust, desire, anger, and so many other emotions beginning to burn in her chest.
She couldn't stop the small moan that escaped her mouth as he slapped her rear, and she winced slightly as he began to increase the tightness of his hold on her throat. "Punishment?" She repeated, smirking though her eyes were still squinting from the stinging she felt from the impact of his hand. "What do you mean, babyface? I'm eating this up right now," she assured him. "And that pissed off expression that I know is on your face right now makes it all the more enjoyable."
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jul 1, 2015 20:36:25 GMT -5
He was relishing this, he hated how he loved her taunting, how each resistance of hers was turning him into more and more of a predator, he wanted to devour her. And as she moaned he pushed his pelvis instinctively forward, searching for friction. With her newest taunt he found himself wanting to shut her mouth with his, to suck all the cockiness out of her with bites and flicks of his tongue, "You masochistic little whore," he purred, biting at the base of her neck as his index finger reached up and began circling her clit with intensifying pressure. "I should have known you'd enjoy this, you'd be disappointed if I were anything but rough with you," he moved the hand that was around her neck up to her hair and pulled hard, causing her neck to arch backwards andling with her back, the hand on her clit moved to his trousers, unbuttoning them with nimble fingers and stepping out of each leg as they fell to the ground. Putting his free arm around her stomach and resting on her hip he picked began dragging her, hair and all, to the nearest piece of furniture; a beautiful cream coloured couch.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 1, 2015 20:53:52 GMT -5
The feeling of his pelvis pushing against her gave her enough insight to know that his dick size matched the rest of his abnormally large body, which would likely prove to be a blessing as well as a curse for her. Each degrading thing he said to her, each rough move he made was setting her more and more on fire. Her wetness had increased so greatly that she could feel the unpleasant sensation of her panties clinging to her skin. "The question is, love, are you going to make me your masochistic little whore?" She asked challengingly. Still, as his finger worked fiercely against her clit, she let out another shaky moan that skipped in rhythm with the rapid motions of his hand. Her knees felt like they could buckle beneath her, and for a moment, she even dipped for a second until he reached an arm around and grabbed her.
He began to drag her to the couch, causing her to hiss lightly from the way his hand entangled in her hair. "Ow, don't be too rough on the hair, love. It's insured," she said as she saw the couch coming into better view.
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jul 1, 2015 21:07:30 GMT -5
He was going to fuck her brains out now that she said that. He had no choice; it was a duty. And one that he would happily step up to. He letgo of her hair, pushed her agains the arm of the couch, and pulled down her underwear - she was perfect. Beautiful even, He grew even harder, though he hadn't thought that possible, and pushed her back down so she was bent over the armrest. He pulled down his shorts, pressing himself against her wet, slim entrance, and began teasing her with the idea of pushing in. He spread her ass, looking down at his view, and found himself smiling.
"To answer your question, Teagan," he sarted, reaching a hand under her hip and to her clit, "yes, I am."
And with that, he thrusted in.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 1, 2015 21:24:01 GMT -5
Hurled against the armrest of the couch, she caught herself on her forearms, wincing at the bruising she knew that would form there shortly after. She felt her panties be snatched off of her, and for a moment she even found her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. But that quickly went away due to the rush of adrenaline that began to pump through her at the thought of being completely and utterly violated by the man behind her. He removed his boxers, and she felt his tip begin to tease at her entrance for a moment, which caused her to start breathing heavier in anticipation.
And then, he informed her that he was about to make her his in the dirtiest of ways. Before she could respond, she felt his hand on her clit once more and his cock plunge inside of her. No warning, no warm-up, just straight raw intercourse that felt like she was practically being ripped open. She cried out from the weird, painful pleasure, rocking forward from his momentum crashing into her.
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jul 3, 2015 9:39:10 GMT -5
Hot. Tight. Loud. Exhilerating. This was everything he craved. He thrusted hard and fast, giving her little time to adjust as he circled her clit with increasing intensity. His breathing grew heavier and he arched his neck back slightly as he relished this. "God, damn..." he leaved over her, pulled her hair gently, and lightly nipped at her exposed neck. "for some one who does this so often, you're more tight than I was expecting." He pulled out with a grunt and steadied himself over her, letting go of her hair and removing his hand from between her legs he took a gentle step back before flipping her over and easily picking her up, bringing her chest to his and encouraging her to wrap her legs around her waist as he suported her thighs.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 3, 2015 23:49:13 GMT -5
There was no easing into anything, and suddenly Teagan found herself being ravaged by the man behind her. His thrusts were powerful and quicker than she could keep up with as she felt her head begin to spin. Just as she came to terms with one thrust, another was already being pummeled into her, causing her muscles to tense up all over her body in some sort of strange method of self defense. She moaned out in ecstasy as her eyes clamped tightly shut, her knuckles turning whiter than her already paled complexion due to her gripping of the arm of the sofa. She smirked at his comment about her tightness and bit down on her lip for a moment. "I don't get around quite as much as you'd think," she told him honestly. Really, he and Finley were the only two she had slept with since her arrival here - she just acted like she would sleep with men in order to get them to spoil her. Most of them didn't meet her bedroom standards.
Eoin flipped her over and snatched her to him. His hands hot, squeezing against her thighs, she was lifted up to his level and wrapped her legs eagerly around his waist - allowing him to slip back into her wetness. Her arms wound around his neck for extra support, and her head rolled back at his re-entrance, bottom lip clenched between her teeth.
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