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? ??????? ????? || The Sleeping Hunter - Ghostly - 12-18-2014
<img style="Adon" src="http://i.imgur.com/aRH2lhd.png" style="max-width:100%;float:left;margin:0 10px;]There was no need to tell Ki that she had hit the nail on the head, they both knew exactly how Adon had lived his life to this point. In the fleshlands he'd molded himself into a character more imposing than he actually was, hoping, praying that someone would take note, ignoring his facade and shower him with good fortune. This of course had not been the case and numerous times had it all come crumbling down, but the habit of crippling himself emotionally was a difficult one to break. Perhaps he was a masochist to the whims of others in the end?
Ki was breathtakingly gorgeous as a Fae should be, but even more so than the many that came before her. A woman to match wits with the best of them and so much more lying under the surface to be gleamed in due time. "<font color="32cd03]Fully[/font]" If she didn't have his curiosity, Adon might as well be one of the servants serving tea with blank stares and thoughts suppressed by magic. His hand squeezed hers in reply, as if to signify just how much she meant to him in this moment. Beyond that there was an almost instinctual connection that would surely last. This pair were destined to see one another in the future, a certainty even among all of the confusion and mystique.
"<font color="32cd03]I've nothing but time.[/font]" Before removing himself from his seat, Adon had the displeasure of stuffing his aching cock back inside his slacks. While it would have been nice to tear the fine clothes off of her form, force her chest to the table, and fuck her right there like an animal, there were others around, even if they were glamored into a drooling state. Subtlety and class were key to being one of the Vereaux, taking what one wanted, but not at the cost of reputation or standing. Adon too would leave a half empty cup of chilled tea to match his sister, long limbs carrying him after her in casual steps. He couldn't help but grin a wide smile in anticipation for the moment to come. Unless this was all some cruel joke, another desired what many threw to the curb. She need not tease the boy further to pull him into her grasp; Adon gladly accepted his fate, but basked in the added attention all the same.
Reaching Ki, his hand entwined with hers one more time with his younger sibling who proceeded to lead her brother through the unfamiliar manor. Tales were listened to and were it any other person he'd have given an insightful quip to feign interest in order to appease the individual and get moving to the real action. With Ki he couldn't help but follow her hand as it pointed out the novelties of her long standing residence, and replying in kind. "<font color="32cd03]I just hope you don't lay my body cold when all is said and done.[/font]" Said in jest, but there was a hint that he did not entirely believe that this endeavor held a positive outcome for himself. Adon was his own worst enemy after all.
Inside the room of Ki, the fledgling Fae got an eyeful of decor that he should have expected. Blue in his surroundings, not unlike his own abode, though despite being in the fashion industry the male lacked any of the decorative class back home that his sister seemed to posses in full. Adon wasn't here for lessons in interior design, and would waste no time in putting those shifting orbs anywhere but on Ki's alluring figure. Like any respectable individual, Adon bent down to hook a finger under the back his leather loafers to slip them off and leave his shoes by the door. A shake of head in denial of her questioning, agile digits worked to undo the buttons of his coat while he relied. "<font color="32cd03]Without a doubt in my mind do I believe we share very similar interests in this regard.[/font]" Pea coat opened to show off a designer label t-shirt beneath, v-cut to show off a form sculpted to perfection as most of his kind were. "<font color="32cd03]There isn't a soul around to say no to either of our desires.[/font]" Folding his outer garment under his arm he walked over to a chair and neatly set it down before placing himself in the direct sight of Ki.
Adon was a needy one, hungry in his lusts but restless even as his prize sat before him. This was the final stretch; if one were to pull back the curtain now and say it all were a joke, do it now before he could be broken even harder. That cocksure smirk a ruse, it dropped somewhat in kind as he stepped to the beside where she sat and cupped her cheek in a hand that hadn't caressed another like this in far too long. His thumb brushed against skin fairer than any comparison, but found softer flesh at her lips. "<font color="32cd03]Finish what you started.[/font]" The man knew what he wanted, playing with where he wanted to stuff his length first. While a mess with many other matters, Adon did know how to treat a woman in the bedroom, at least in the ways he wanted. The bulge pressing against the cashmere slacks barely holding it in was approving of his choice.
? ??????? ????? || The Sleeping Hunter - Kat - 12-19-2014
Time was fleeting. It caused distractions to be impediments, and the fear it struck in hearts of mortal design was tangible. The best way to frighten a human was to bring up their lack of time, as they would soon be expelled from existence, a corpse to rot beneath pottery and decorative stone. Ki lived vicariously through humanity and knew they were in constant turmoil concerning their dwindling days, fixated on the very implication they may not be able to succeed in the fashion they felt entitled to. Would they die penniless? Would they croak pre coitus, their dick in their hand and their heart exhausted from stress? Would they simply wither away from illness? To be a mundane was sad, but sadder was to be one of these creatures who followed the hands of the clock, simply waiting for expiration. Quick and clean, or agonizingly long, it didn't matter. Everything died because time had no favorites.Well, besides the Fae.
Favored by the sands, the hourglass was slow in their case. Notably, it turned it's blind eye to this woman, one who would never look a day older than when she was crafted. Perfect curves, impeccable attire, and a smirk that spoke volumes; Ki lived a charmed life. Even with an expression like hers, which entire genres in prose could be written as dedication towards, her confidence was intoxicating. All that fear, that worry many were weighed down with, seemed to steer far from the raven tressed Faerie femme. In their clan, fear was taught by those more powerful than their lessers, but such had never been imposed on Ki. Her instruction was done by the most horrifying of the Vereaux, yet not a single scar was acquired in her time at Kayen's side. Flawless in mind and body, Ki was a walking slap in the face to all the other Vereaux who had suffered unmentionable cruelness. That smirk of hers was just icing on the cake.
"<font color="498fdf]I've never been denied.[/font]" The honesty in the words was evident as Adon made his approach, slow steps so his now unburdened figure could be further assessed by sapphire spheres. "<font color="498fdf]What a terrible embarrassment it would have been...[/font]" A hand much rougher than her own ran digits along her cheek and jawline, his thumb idly rubbing her bottom lip to spread a bit of saliva over the flesh like glaze. Instinctively, Ki's head moved forward to swallow the thumb, giving it a bit of attention with a brief grate of her teeth along the shell. Her eyes, which seemed so absorbed in his upright figure, didn't stray from Adon's expression even as her attention was obviously elsewhere. His belt was undone, the button to his slacks popped free from it's previous position, and the zipper was dragged playfully slow over a bulge that remained hidden. The job was done when the pants slid away, leaving him standing in a pool of cashmere that hugged his ankles, but left her available to continue exploring at his boxer briefs.
The boxers were tugged down at the same pace she had fiddled with the top layer, though when they joined the slacks in the pile, there was nothing left separating her lips from his manhood. Turning away to remove his thumb, Ki took his length in both hands and pressed a kiss at the tip, smearing precum against the tissue before her mouth parted along the crown. Tongue tasted the salt, swiping away globules with lazy swirls before her saliva drenched orifice took more of his length. One set of fingers held his thigh, her manicured nails digging into the flesh with a sharp tinge to draw attention, but the other assisted in her sheathing his cock. The more she took, the more her lashes fluttered around baby blues, but the lids only shut when she was struggling to force his head down her throat. Ki gagged and pulled back with a suctioned vacuum along the circumference of his member, palm twisting against the farthest flesh from her reach, keeping it stimulated while the head was paid the most attention.
Attentive and practiced, his manhood was slick with spit as she sucked and tongued the tip, messily working her affections like they were old lovers. In a way, she treated him the same way she would anyone else in his position, but she made sure to make it intimate. He would never know just how she got so good at getting him off, but he would understand by the small tears decorating her lashes that Ki was working very hard to do just that. After all, he asked that she finish what she started.
? ??????? ????? || The Sleeping Hunter - Kat - 12-21-2014
Mid transit, Artemis was shuffling through paperwork when his phone sounded like a strangled bird. His earlier question answered, no doubt.addyboi4lyfe: kis place gettin fj
At first, the Watcher scrutinized over the message with as much intensity as a man trying to dissect a starfish. Removing the ring was the hardest part, and deciphering Adon's messages could sometimes feel as agonizingly tedious as such a feat. Within a few moments, over the bumpy roads of Valesport, Artemis tapped a response and sent it, hoping for the answers he sought.
Artemis Caine Arden: fj?
Artemis Caine Arden: What's an fj?
He would wait a spell before asking again, a bit more serious with the inquiry.
Artemis Caine Arden: Adon, what's an fj?
Artemis Caine Arden: Are you still in the tea gardens?
Artemis Caine Arden: Adon?
Artemis Caine Arden: It bothers me you're not replying.
Artemis Caine Arden: Adon?
After a slew of concerned texts, Artemis gave up and issued a command to the cabby, his voice a deep tenor that didn't fit his clean cut appearance. "<font color="45bb45]Do you know where the Sleeping Hunter is? Take me there.[/font]" His disgruntled chauffeur shrugged it off, and the Fae went back to settling the concerns of work while they drove. Whatever was going on, he had every right to know. This much wasn't up for discussion, and despite feeling the bubbling start of guilt rising through his midsection, Artemis wasn't going to back down. For house and clan, his calling was to keep an eye on the wayward Adon Vereaux, and he'd be damned if that brat tried to shake him off for debauchery and hedonism.
He did remember to shoot Caiohme a quick message, hoping she was aware that her charge was currently accompanied by Adon. The boy had a reputation, after all.
Artemis Caine Arden: Caiohme? It's Artemis. Adon is with Ki at the tea garden. Have you spoken with her?
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? ??????? ????? || The Sleeping Hunter - megs - 12-24-2014
What?The one-word response, thT managed to convey all of her confusion and incredulity in a single thought, was not enough to prompt a response from her charge. The situation certainly required a bit of elaboration, but Caoimhe knew that telepathy was not the best way to wrangle details out of Ki. Quickly digging her phone out of her bag, she did her best to convey the urgency of the situation in a text message, but it was likely too late. She had done such a good job of keeping other clansmen away from her assigned ward. Where had she gone wrong?
"Turn around," she demands to the chauffeur. The sleek, black town car had been in the process of taking her to work on the other side of town, but that most certainly wouldn't suffice now. "Take me to The Sleeping Hunter, immediately."
With a huff she turned her attention longingly out of the window. Her message still went unanswered and she feared the worst. She couldn't possibly be expected to hover over the other woman at all hours of the day. Aside from that she sort of expected Kayen's warnings to stay away from his masterpiece. She silently wish that the Vereaux woman was mistaken, though that was impossibly the case. It was bad enough that a text from Adon's own watcher confirmed her fears and filled her with a cold sense of dread.
She had failed. There was no other way for it to be perceived. She wanted nothing more than to respond to Artemis' message with a string of expletives.
>>Caoihme Delaney Arden: Briefly. Long enough to find out he was there. She's stopped responding to me, so I am on my way there now.
She was tempted to throw something accusing at the end of her message. A "why weren't watching him" or a more succinct "what the fuck, dude?" but this situation was as much her fault as his, if it were to be anyone's fault at all. She settled back into the seat with little more than a scoff.
? ??????? ????? || The Sleeping Hunter - Ghostly - 01-07-2015
<img style="max-width:100%;float:left;margin:0 10px;" style="Adon" src="http://i.imgur.com/aRH2lhd.png] Adon would have gotten quite the rise out of the watchers' reactions if he knew. It wasn't Artemis's fault for not keeping the reigns of the youthful Vereaux in taut grip, in fact there was little the man could ever do but clean up after the mess he tended to leave in his his wake. Of course, the pair had a relationship that worked out better than most charges and their watchers; each complimented the other rather well, even if it was a chore and a half to deal with Adon. Then there was Caoimhe, who for starters, he'd have no idea how to spell her name if not for it being done for him in the Chattr client. Des had taught him a lesson in days gone by about just how much he had to learn in terms of standing up to others. He'd not be caught with his pants around his ankles and dirt on his face if push came to shove again. Without Kayen to back up those age old threats, Caoimhe would have to supplement herself in his place, and Adon was more than prepared for a good scuffle with one who fought with words and paper.
There was no way for him not to bask in the small victories he'd been taking. While Ki had always gotten whatever he heart desired, Adon was denied frequently and beaten down when reaching past his capabilities. Here he was stepping out of the pile of clothes that had been containing his throbbing girth from his sister's tender digits and plush lips. As she popped the thick head of his cock through that tight seal her mouth provided he'd give one last brush along her cheek before taking a entwining her raven locks in his palm while he gripped just behind her ear. When was the last time he had his dick sucked by another who wasn't being paid to do so? Too long was the answer, and he planned to savor every second of this forbidden fruit.
When her nails dug into his fair thighs in reply he'd sharply pull of her hair held in his hand before sliding more of himself across her tongue with a slow push forward. He didn't need to say that he loved to hear her gag when he hit the back of his throat, she'd understand as much when he kept her nose pressed against his stomach for longer than she likely wished to be, that or how his length practically bobbed inside her mouth with each guttural sound she gave to him. Adon would put little thought on Ki's skill in this art she was performing. The Vereaux all but lived in the pleasures of the human world, he himself becoming lost in them from time to time.
As much as he wanted to keep this show going on till the sun set and eventually rose, there was no denying that his partner practiced on just how to make a man come. If he were to let Ki continue working the tip with that pink muscle he'd finish in a heartbeat. No, Adon would make this most of this. Gripping onto both sides of her head he'd start a slow piston past though lips already struggling to fit the width of his member. This would soon turn into Adon fucking her face like he would be taken away if he stopped even for a second. Ki was a big girl though, she could take whatever he gave her.
Adon would finish with a last push, holding her close to his form as a well needed orgasm wracked his lower body. What had to be an impressive release even by his standards, taking several lengthy seconds before he slowly removed each inch past her teeth. Once more she could take in a proper breath, but not before he coated the back of her throat and tongue with his seed. "<font color="32cd03]Perfect, as to be expected.[/font]" Adon while an impressive and vigorous youth had not quite recovered from his climax, but he was far from finished with Ki. Fingers left their entanglement of her hair to slip in between the thin fabric of her dress, letting loose those refined breasts that had been tantalizing this entire visit. She'd then be laid on her back with a firm push, Adon hovering over her figure with a need in his eyes that had not yet been sated. "<font color="32cd03]Undress for me.[/font]"
? ??????? ????? || The Sleeping Hunter - Kat - 01-15-2015
Artemis didn't need to see Caoihme's expression to know she was angry, though he refused to take the blame for this situation. He took his position in a more literal sense than most, simply watching Adon and recording the events of the younger Fae's life, but many of the Arden were more hand's on in their methods. His sister Des couldn't very well watch with how her charge acted, and he knew Taiga was one to adventure with her charge like a hunting buddy. Caiohme's stance on things had yet come to light for the naturally vert adorned male. Looking over the message for a moment or so before responding, he kept whatever disappointment he was harboring to himself, instead hoping to soothe whatever irritation the other watcher might be experiencing.Caoihme Delaney Arden: Briefly. Long enough to find out he was there. She's stopped responding to me, so I am on my way there now.
Artemis Caine Arden: I'm sure they're just catching up. It's been a very long time since they've had any contact. With Kayen indisposed, they are likely trying to get to know each other while there is an opportunity to do so.
Artemis Caine Arden: Of course, Adon mentioned an 'fj' and I'm not sure what he meant.
Artemis Caine Arden: Could he have mistyped Fig?
Artemis Caine Arden: Perhaps she is treating him to figs with their tea?
Artemis wished he didn't sound as naive as he did in that string of messages, but Goddess help him, he had no idea what Adon was getting into and he didn't want to have to clean up after anything too messy. Literal or figurative.
The ride proceeded to go uneventfully even with every wild thought he attempted to wrangle in, the driver set in stone and not likely to say a word to his customer. Artemis preferred not to have small talk with help anyway. What on earth did they have to say to one another?
? ??????? ????? || The Sleeping Hunter - megs - 01-17-2015
Caoihme did her best to smooth the pinched expression that had overtaken her features. There was no need to look so unpleasant when there was no one around to see it. With a sigh she dropped the phone into her lap and tilted her head to glance out the window. She was still too far from the tea house to be truly at ease. She frowned at the passing cars, she was really horrible at hiding her expression when she wasn't in the courtroom. Ki was still a child in Caoihme's mind, and the watcher acted more like a glorified babysitter than anything else. Perhaps it was Kayen's warning, still fresh in her mind, that caused her to fret and hover over her charge more than was really necessary.
The phone sounded off in her lap and she snatched it up to read the words that Artemis had sent back to he. Her brow furrowed as a string of messages caught up with the application. The cell phone service in this city was appalling. She scoffed aloud to every sentence, and she wished she could see the confused look on his handsome face.
>>Caoihme Delaney Arden: Catching up? Is that supposed to be funny?
>>Caoihme Delaney Arden: You act as if you've never met a Vereaux before.
>>Artemis Caine Arden: Of course, Adon mentioned an 'fj' and I'm not sure what he meant.
>>Artemis Caine Arden: Could he have mistyped Fig?
>>Artemis Caine Arden: Perhaps she is treating him to figs with their tea?
>>Caoihme Delaney Arden: ARE YOU KIDDING? I will not tell you what an FJ because that is something you should have to discover on your own. Google it.
>>Caoihme Delaney Arden: Here's a hint: she's touching his penis with her foot.
>>Caoihme Delaney Arden: Do what you will with that.
>>Caoihme Delaney Arden: You are a literal child. I am surrounded by children.
The redhead had a tendency to rant when she was frustrated with others. Questionable as to how she made such a decent lawyer. It didn't have the same effect in text messages as it would have had in person, but she felt the caps really did a good job of conveying her urgency. She looked out the window again, now infinitely more impatient than she had been previously. This day was turning into a colossal shit storm.
? ??????? ????? || The Sleeping Hunter - Kat - 02-10-2015
Ki didn't work in the boundaries established for her, but instead the ones most comfortable at the time of necessity. Not always did she need direction or coaching, but when she did, it was a mutual act. She wasn't a victim. Never once had the woman been mistreated in her exploits, though some would consider her existence a testament to what cruelty their predecessor had been capable of. A woman made in his likeness, with all the visible perfections to mask their embedded sins Vereaux were known to harbor. Hedonism and self indulgence were as closely tied into the fabric of the linage as humanity was reliant on their air and water sources. No one simply quite being impeccably narcissistic. There was no support network to cater to that sort of thinking, so with the Fledglings of the Vereaux free of their mentors and leaders, they reveled in the darker pleasures the mortal realm offered.Audibly Ki gagged over the head of Adon's cock. He came, and the warm seed splattered the back of her throat like a splash of salt basting. In the back of her mind, Ki thought of the sea and the endless coastlines, but in the present, the Fae remained still while her white crowned prince finished the deed. Motions slow, his ebbing member was pulled away to free her mouth, and sweet air met her tongue directly when assisted by a few panting gasps. Theatrics weren't needed, but the tears at the edges of her lashes were honest enough to be left alone; bold and precise in their placement. "<font color="498fdf]Flatterer[/font]." Digits moved down her face to her throat, and then lower, giving the fabric of the dress a well placed shove so her breasts were put of display. Ki didn't expect he would be disappointed.
"<font color="498fdf]Do you often dictate what happens behind closed doors?[/font]" Musing softly as her hands began their work, the ebony tressed Vereaux slid each of the long sleeves down her arms, shedding their tight sheaths to bare the entirety of her upper body. Her flesh swelled and peaked, sculpted with precision many moons before so men like Adon would be pleased. Her eyes shied away from his while the act progressed, though the weight of his attention was heavy enough to ensure his attention hadn't wandered. "<font color="498fdf]Maybe that is something we all crave[/font]..." Her lips, still moist with the remnants of saliva and semen, curled into a mild smile. "<font color="498fdf]Control is so commonly traded, it's hard to tell just who holds the reins[/font]."
Even with so little room between them, Ki rose to her full height and let the thin fabric of her ensemble slide away. Now on the floor with the rest of the tossed aside garments, there was very little left the imagination. Only dainty panties acted as a barrier between their union, but she didn't seem to notice them; otherwise preoccupied with having him mere inches away. "<font color="498fdf]Strange boy Adon.[/font]" Voice a whisper, her features moved close to his to brush along his cheek so their skin was meeting at their cheek bones. In his ear, Ki rested comfortably. "<font color="498fdf]Always such a surprise. Always so bold when there are eyes everywhere. Do you think they see us now? Have they, perhaps, been watching all along[/font]?"
A palm moved down his stomach slow, stopping only when it hit the base of his manhood. "<font color="498fdf]If their eyes see us now, do they know all of our secrets[/font]?" Cryptic as her words may have been, they were purred like the reverberating breath of a large cat. Sultry, rough - they pulled at places few others would ever be given a chance to reach. "<font color="498fdf]Do you have any secrets, Adon?[/font]" Thighs parted so he could feel her heat at his waist, the rise of arousal never far from his own needy cock. "<font color="498fdf]Would you keep them hidden if you could, or simply let the world know[/font]?"
? ??????? ????? || The Sleeping Hunter - Kat - 03-28-2015
Caoihme Delaney Arden: ARE YOU KIDDING? I will not tell you what an FJ because that is something you should have to discover on your own. Google it.Caoihme Delaney Arden: Here's a hint: she's touching his penis with her foot.
Caoihme Delaney Arden: Do what you will with that.
Caoihme Delaney Arden: You are a literal child. I am surrounded by children.
Artemis visibly shuddered in the back of the cab.
Artemis Caine Arden: Don't get snippy with me! Take it out on them...
Artemis Caine Arden: So, you're telling me that our charges are making idle conversation while touching their feet to each other's genitals?
Artemis Caine Arden: Are the Vereaux all so vulgar?
Artemis Caine Arden: Okay. Look. I'll be there in a few moments, and I assume I'll see you when I arrive. If you get there before I do, just approach the two with caution. Adon is... Well, he is Adon. I'm not sure how he may react to being 'observed'.
Artemis Caine Arden: Really, if he has his sights on Ki, there isn't much I can do.
Artemis Caine Arden: At least it gives that human he's been pining over some space to recuperate.
Drawing a deep breath, Artemis looked up from his cell phone and asked, "<font color="3ae619]How much longer[/font]?"
The cabbie grumbled under his breath before shrugging thick shoulders. "Traffic ain't great right now, so probably fifteen minutes. Maybe longer. Don't quote me, Bud. I'm not under any illusion you can't pay the fare, so a sob story won't work on me."
"<font color="3ae619]I can pay[/font]." Artemis retorted sternly, shifting further in his seat to straighten to his usual imposing height. "<font color="3ae619]I just have somewhere to be, and the quicker I'm there, the more I'm willing to pay.[/font]"
"Oh yeah?" The driver moved to shift gears at the comment, smiling into the rear view mirror. "I'll step it up then, Boss. Let's see if you can make your appointment, eh?" With that, the vehicle revved into motion, crossing lanes into space barely long enough to fit the car, and moved through the line of traffic.
If the greedy cabbie stuck to this course of action, not only would Artemis make better time than he expected, but he might also have a story to share. "<font color="3ae619]But get us there in one piece[/font]!"
"One piece, three pieces, who cares? You'd match your suit."
? ??????? ????? || The Sleeping Hunter - Ghostly - 03-31-2015
<img style="Adon" src="http://i.imgur.com/aRH2lhd.png" style="max-width:100%;float:left;margin:0 10px;]
Ki, like another Vereaux he'd encountered had much to say even when they were being debased in every way possible. With his cum still on her features and likely still filling her senses, his raven locked sister continued on in her own enigmatic ways. Each sentence was like a chisel being buried into the cracks of his person; even through all of this, Adon could dominate her body all he wished, but she never lost her standing in the relationship. If he gave too much of a reply that would be all the more ammo for Ki to add to her arsenal, for what purpose in the end he did not even want to guess at. Still, he too was a Vereaux, and could hardly restrain himself from running his mouth, especially when prompted otherwise.
"<font color="32cd03]I don't fool myself in believing I have any more freedom than what I am allotted, and I have no doubt in others keeping interest in what we are doing now.[/font]" Adon's clothing on the floor beneath him had been joined by his partners, only the thinnest of barriers remaining before he could plunge his needy length into her folds and fuck her like he so desperately needed to. He did pretend himself to be a better lover than simply rutting like a dog though, foreplay always important to any escapade. Like himself her fair skin was flawless to the touch, not a single fault to be had as his various lengths trailed across her abdomen, around those breasts he'd had a hard time breaking his gaze from, dancing at her collar bones before wrapping themselves around her neck so easily.
He did enjoy himself the illusion of being in control, especially in the bedroom.
Adon pushed her hand to the side, not that he didn't lavish in the soft caress her digits provided, if anything his length bobbed in need for more, but that was to come. "<font color="32cd03]I hope they are watching, I want them to know what I think of all of their rules and guidelines. I want our father to know I'm defiling his masterpiece.[/font]" One hand holding a tight grip at her windpipe, he pulled her expensive underwear down to her thighs, and in the same motion rubbed the head of his cock against lower lips he expected to be slick as his own member was if not more so.
In some twisted sense, Ki was made to fit Adon, as he wasted not a moment in bottoming himself within her depths in one slow push. "<font color="32cd03]That said, I hide what I want most behind this awful persona I put up.[/font]" Eyes of neon green peering down at his woman, he pressed her knees to her bosom to make his long thrusts drag at her walls in just the right way to make bring out hearty breaths from himself. Adon did not wish for another rebuttal from Ki though, not yet anyways, so he kept a practiced restriction on just how much of a breath she could take in in the break from his chokehold on her.
Adon was a strange mix of violence and compassion in the heat of the moment. A fledgling like himself never given the proper chance in order to learn what was acceptable. His vicelike hold on her throat eventually broke, and he leaned forward to cover Ki's face with his broad chest arms at each side of her, holding the Fae close as he fucked all that he could out of her. There was no doubt her skilled muscles would get him off, and he'd revel in the release as he did minutes ago, but not yet, he'd take everything he could out of this rare encounter.
So help anyone that even got the coy thought in their heads to spoil this though.
? ??????? ????? || The Sleeping Hunter - Blade - 03-31-2015
[/img]"http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Sybil.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar]Bright red orbs with a mix of rust focused on a slip of paper held between slender digits; painted nails were done up in a simple French manicure, tipped in white and softly washed in pale pink. Teeth bit a lower red lip glossed in a color that vibrantly matched her eyes; slices of the same hue ebbed and flowed in numerous shades in the waving tresses of her hair. It toppled over her shoulders and stopped at an angular point in the middle of her back.
It couldn’t be that difficult to find… could it?
A gentle sigh left her and she looked up, stopping to glance about. The clip of her rhinestone gemmed and strappy heels halted. One leg lifted and she scratched the back of a bare calf with the top of her foot idly, balancing easily. A finger came up and she bit the nail gently as she looked down at the directions again.
Had Adon give her the wrong address? Was she reading it wrong?
A tiny huff escaped her and she looked up once more, squinting at a sign she hadn’t seen before along the concrete path. And then she just moved closer to it, realizing it was map. Pearlesque beaded bits dangled with the motion, dancing to and fro from her ears and the trim of her 20s style flapper dress. More of them, not entirely alike, dangled off the whole of it in places where the white lace and a dull satin couldn’t be seen. The short-sleeved ivory faux fur short coat was pulled tighter, the chain-strapped clutch held in one hand at the same time. Perhaps she looked a little out of place, especially with the bob of a hat adorned with a few plumy white feathers and gemmed with a single piece of jewelry made to look like a horse.
Though, if Sybil cared about the curious stares she was receiving from passersbys, she didn’t appear to.
‘YOU ARE HERE’ blared loudly in white script against a brown background. Long lashes kissed her cheeks as she analyzed the directions to the tea house. Alright then, just down the next path. She smiled and continued on, turning right when she needed to onto a tree-lined boardwalk..
She knew she wasn’t wearing enough, not when she passed a few couples bundled up in hoodies and scarves. The cold didn’t bother Sybil; no, the lack of moisture in the air did—the frosted bite of non-humidity. She’d really have to get a glass of water when she got there; the caffeine in the tea would just dehydrate her.
Gardens poured out before her as she moved onward, and, brick walls covered in lattice met her gaze. She followed it up and up, touching on every detail blended with inspiration from Greece and Britain.
It was lovely, perhaps the perfect setting to prove Adon wrong. This and myriad of curious images involving the process of said ‘proving’ danced around in her mind with a dainty grin that made her eyes close cutely as she partially bounced up the stairs. In she went, not looking back for a moment as she came into the lobby.
The clutch was grasped between her hands behind her back as she looked about, rocking and peering with wide eyes—turning around in slow circle.
Should she text him? Adon? Well, she could at least let him know she was here, busy or not as he might have mentioned he would be with his sister. Hmmm… it would be the polite thing to do.
Her tongue stuck put and she straightened and popped open her clutch of a bag; the smart phone was pulled out and she swiped a thumb over it to unlock the usual code.
Messages… and there. A simple, ‘Just got here, sweets,’ was punched in a sent off before dropping it back in her bag.
Well… maybe she could bother someone for a cup of water in the meantime…?
? ??????? ????? || The Sleeping Hunter - megs - 04-20-2015
Artemis Caine Arden: Don't get snippy with me! Take it out on them…Caiohme made a high-pitched sort of a noise that vaguely resembled a scoff. The fact that Artemis, himself, was not around to hear it made little difference, and all she received for the effort was a passive glance from the cab driver in the mirror. She felt better for it.
Caoihme Delaney Arden: YES! Yes they are!
Caoihme Delaney Arden: I'm getting out of the cab right now.
Caoihme Delaney Arden: Hurry? I guess. Not that there is an immediate solution.
She wasn't sure why she bothered to waste time typing back to him. Likely, because she did not have a plan of attack, as one would call it. As Artemis had warned, Adon was indeed Adon and she couldn't think of what his response to being interrupted might be without her stomach turning.
She dropped a few twenty dollar bills over the cab driver's shoulder. If he protested to the Watcher's lack-luster attitude she did not hear, because she'd already grabbed her briefcase and slid out of the vehicle. "Keep the change," she commands as she slams the car door and turned to approach the tea house. Downy wings unseen in the flesh lands lashed out in irritation behind her. Feathers decorated with an ombré of greens and blues that resembled a peacock settled against her back.
Her heels were noisy on the walkway, announcing her determined approach as she ascended the stairs. She couldn't be bothered to take in the scenery, lovely as it was, with such a pressing matter at hand.
Pulling open the door, she was dismayed to find herself not in presence of her charge, but someone she did not recognize.
She was visibly taken aback, lips rounding into a silent 'oh' as she stopped in the doorway. Despite the tea house being open to the public it was rarely occupied by someone she didn't recognize at the very least. Her briefcase changed hands, and she used the free one to smooth pieces of hair back into the intricate braid. "Can I help you with something?" she inquired to the red-haired woman. Her tone held an authority that came naturally, but did not resemble that of an employee. Not that Caoihme at all looked the part of a server.
? ??????? ????? || The Sleeping Hunter - Blade - 04-24-2015
<img style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Sybil.png]Just as Sybil as putting her phone back she heard the door open, and then came an ‘oh’ noise as she lifted her rusty red gaze to a set of eyes that did not match at all. Violet and emerald green at this distance. They were quite pretty and Sybil couldn’t help but say as much; which, might have seemed altogether silly when one considered that she did not even know this woman.
Thus, this is how she ended up walking right up to her, clutch held flat against her upper thighs as she came in close enough to not quite invade the woman’s personal space. “You have just the prettiest eyes!” she said straight away, grinning. “Like two bright gems in a the deep sea coral…” Her own were wide as she put more weight into the front balls of her feet, dipping her heels up a bit while she moved the clutch behind her, both hands holding it again.
“Oh, wait,” she said next frowning. “You asked me a question, didn’t you?” she let her heels drop to even ground and looked up, lips pursing as she pondered.
In truth, Sybil was not a stupid girl; though, often, it appeared as though she was. Addled? No, it was just hard for her to focus when something interesting came into view. And really, the woman had such lovely eyes.
She bit her lower lip and her brow knit. And then she smiled brilliantly once more. “Oh! Yes! I remember.” She nodded twice, making her red curls bounce around the white of her hat and across her shoulders. “I’m not sure if you can help me though. Do you work here? I ah…” she looked a little embarrassed. “I just haven’t had anything to drink for a while you see? And I’d love a glass of water.
“There so much in the city to distract someone like me.” And then she laughed softly; though, it sounded a bit more like a light giggle. “Everything attracts me—all the time. No matter how long I’ve been in one or another.
“But, goodness, I think I’m rambling. Rude, right?” A blush. “I’m Sybil.” And then she stuck out her hand, grinning well enough to shut her eyes.
? ??????? ????? || The Sleeping Hunter - Chris - 05-02-2015
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/KKNXj4H.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]This can't be real life.
Was this honestly the best the Vereaux clan could do? A boring ass tea garden in the middle of the fucking park? This was their, so to speak, base of operations? If not for a strong will power, one, Providence Lyon Vereaux, would have palmed his features then and there. But the Fae had a strong sense of pride: a vice that he himself knew could be his downfall. If not Kismet, then the weight of carrying his mother's legacy was on his shoulders and he wished not to disappoint despite the rumors that surrounded Chance Arden. Yes, that fucking bitch. That bitch who created him with features of his faggot incubus father despite the well known commandment to never lay with the succubi/incubi. And despite his nobility, Providence had this strange perception that he'd been treated differently and did not get the respect he deserved like his fucking slut cousin, Ki. The so called "prodigy" as she sits comfortably in her fucking tower of dashing elegance, wasting her days with her hair sprawled out the window so her many lovers could climb and cum on her already cum-stained lips.
That is, before she could ramble on about her worthless china trimmed in fifteen karats of gold with birds that symbolized yaddy-yaddy-ya and blah blah blah bullshit. Honestly, Providence sometimes imagined she'd shut the fuck up and present her whore mouth for this king's fat cock. His delusions weren't so far off. Maybe with enough charm and bloodshed, that fantasy could turn into a reality. It's about time he did too, lips parting into a toothy grin as he looked on toward the establishment he was ready to fuck up.
Wasting no further time, the Fae continued along the path towards the main entrance where he expected Ki's mindless slaves servants were waiting for his arrival. Or anyone's for that matter. Providence was almost positive customer service was a high-priority from keeping anyone saying anything ill about The Sleeping Hunter. Because behind the glamoured shit Ki and her staff shoved down your throat, whether it was to your liking or not, one had to question whether the tea garden was as perfect as it appeared. Humans tend to think so, but anybody of the supernatural could see pass it. At least, anyone with a half a fucking brain. Just how many people did Ki have wrapped around her dainty, little fingers? How many cocks had she need jerked to keep everyone happy? How many people played her games and not force the bitch into submission? It amused Providence to no end imaging himself in that fucking tower, sitting on a throne of gold as the false prodigy sat on the floor beside with a stroke to his inner-thighs and gaze of pure lust.
And who was there to stop him? He had no Watcher to tell him no, no power to chase him off, or any obstacle too high he couldn't jump. The world was to his mercy and he had every intention of claiming it all for himself.
His train of thought came to an halt when the Fae was nearly struck by a cab racing down the same path he'd been on, catching just a few swears he repeated and questioned himself. "That stuck-up, redheaded bitch...?" Who could the cab driver be referring to he thought, shifting his stare toward the gardens just a few hundred yards out. Providence hurried along to see what the driver's fuss about, reaching the entrance to an awaiting man who gave the Vereaux a bow before softly asking,
"Good afternoon, sir. Can I interest you in taking your bag?"
Predictable.
"No the fuck you can't. You can however get me something to eat. I'll be waiting in the tea house." Tugging the duffelbag over his shoulder, Chance's kin observed the decorations and so in his short travel through emitted hallways and floral before ascending a flight of stairs loudly to alert everyone of his presence. His boots toppled the final step to an open door where he paused to take in the appearance of two beautiful women.
Providence did not sense any attitude in the woman holding her hand out for a greeting, so that "stuck up, redheaded bitch" must have been the other one. And my, oh, my, did she have an ass he pictured looked great in a pencil skirt. Was this real life? Whatever you do, don't pinch him as he pulled down his shades slightly so his tri-colored hues could peer just over the rim. A mixture of azure, grey, and lavender that swirled with every bit of ulterior motives.
Ki could wait. He had other games he wished to play first.
"Well, hello beautifuls..."
? ??????? ????? || The Sleeping Hunter - megs - 05-13-2015
Caiohme took the necessary steps backwards to avoid an invasion to her personal space. The eyes the redhead had chosen to admire disappeared behind pale lids as she blinked slowly in response. Smoothing imaginary wrinkled out of her skirt, the lawyer nodded politely in response. "That is very kind of you to say." The Watcher had indeed asked the newcomer as question, and as she pondered over Caiohme attempted to look around her and into the inner to tea room. She hoped to catch a glimpse of her charge. She would not be reduced to thinking the worst of Ki - that she would be so easily swept up in her vile cousin.
She was frowning, even though she didn't mean to. Which was also rude in it's own way. No sign of Ki; perhaps with luck she could be found in the garden.
Caiohme was being unusually optimistic.
She shook her head, which sent auburn stands loose from her braid. They were immediately put back into place with a push of her fingers. The sanguine femme was correct to assume she didn't work here, and the Arden neglected to mention that she could still retrieve a glass of water. "Hopefully one of the servers will be around shortly. I'd hate to have them fired." She lilted a misplaced chuckle, that did not quite match her words.
"The city is quite extravagant," she agrees, pleasantly, moving what she hoped was a brief conversation forward. She couldn't help but check her watch, and wonder what was keeping Artemis. He had implied he was close when they'd been exchanging messages. Caiohme was professional enough to make an excuse for it. "I don't mean to appear discourteous. I'm waiting for someone."
The briefcase changed hands, and she took Sibyl's outstretched hand in her own. "Caiohme Arden. It's lovely to meet you."
One of the serving girls finally decided to show her pallid little face, the watcher demanded that she bring a glass of water for Sybil. She disappeared and returned moments later with an etched crystal glass filled nearly to the brim.
The Watcher perked at the sound of the door opening, turning slightly and hoping to see Artemis. She was instead greeted by a man she didn't recognize immediately. She stared into the colorful vortex of his oculars . Her own multi-faceted hues hidden beneath her glamour. The last thing she needed was a Fae she didn't recognize on top of everything else.
And by the looks of him another Vereaux. She could not have looked anymore appalled until he spoke. Her disgusted noise wasn't subtle. "Do you need something?"