Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
Posts: 2,195
Pack Status: New Dawn, Nighstar, Rogue, Other
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Post by Jewel on Mar 7, 2016 22:03:22 GMT -5
It was weird.
To feel his hand on her cheek, like he didn't just hurt her. As if he was the man in her dreams that would do this all the time. Caress her cheek after a stressful day at work. Or when she first got up. Or just because. But she knew that he was a psycho. And that was why he was weird. Psychos weren't capable of brushing their fingers against their victims' cheeks like they've been together for ages. Yet ... Keith seemed to do just that.
The tingles weren't stomping against her skin anymore. They hummed, like how a carpeted floor when a vacuum cleaner was going over it. They gave off - his fingers gave off such warmth that when he pulled away, she shivered at the sudden cold she felt.
Slowly, she felt her throat start to heal. Quill coud now take deeper breaths. And with deeper breaths came out a moan of pain. Her eyes closed, and she mentally counted the seconds of the reprieve she had away from Keith. Ah, such sweet pleasure.
But he was locking the door.
Quickly, her eyes opened, a fresh wave of fear sweeping her into another fit of thoughts. She watched as he bent to her feet, until his frame didn't allow her to see what he was doing down there. And then she gasped when the shackles were released. "No. Nononononononononono," she rasped, and the rasping grew in urgency the higher he went until her weak body pitched forward and fell into his arms.
It was hard for her to move simply because: she hadn't eaten since yesterday and she hadn't moved a lot since Keith brought her into his room. But she tried her best to get away by pushing at his chest and prying his fingers away from her. She didn't succeed, and instead ended up with her face in his bed, spread-eagled. Slowly, she heaved herself up onto her hands; moved one forward; felt herself being tugged back; and screaming at the sudden pain that was the effect of her ankle being broken.
"Go die!" she heard the hysteria in her voice before shifting in a large wolf (it only took about ten seconds) and tugging her hurt leg out of his hand. It was obvious that he wasn't wanting to let go, but with every tug brought his arm closer to her mouth. So she curled herself closer and bit down hard on his forearm. Blood squirted onto her canine tastebuds, (in the back of her mind it was funny to think that just before it was the same tongue that his own was dancing against) and in instinct she half-swallowed, half-gagged on it. She didn't know what to make of it, because it wasn't blood from the prey she hunted with her family.
It didn't take long, the bite. But it was enough. When she pulled back, licking her lips, the shades of grey she saw showed something growing from that wound. Not a bruise. But something else. Something that she knew.
She marked him.
((Powerplay has been approved.))
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Post by Ventia on Mar 25, 2016 13:45:03 GMT -5
Keith chuckled at her words and raised an eyebrow at the sight of her changing into her wolf. Good. She was a wolf. He reckon that people could have mates of different species but he didn't think he'd want that. Not that he was going to stay with this so called mate of his. But he enjoyed the fact that his mate was a wolf like himself.
He smirked at the fact she bite him-he enjoyed pain almost as much as he enjoyed delivering it so he only let out a hiss. That hiss turned into a groan when he noticed she swallowed down his blood-it made a shudder go straight down to his groin. Oh yeah. He liked that. Especially the sight of her licking her lips. Even in wolf form, she was pretty.
At first he didn't notice the mark-he was too consumed in staring at her coloring. She was a pretty mix of blonde, brown and white, with highlights of black. Her blue eyes shone like gems in this form-slightly darker that made Keith wonder if she too had a dark side. He pushed that thought away though, why would he care if she could match his demons. He wasn't going to stay with her just because she was his mate. He was going to break her. Make her submissive. And then let everyone have their way with her. Like he did with Ventia. Like he did with them all.
He glanced down at his arm finally to see if he was still bleeding, it barely was so it was easy to see the mark. At first he didn't quite understand why it wasn't healing so he continued to stare at it. Now, Keith didn't know about the tingles that came with mates. He did however know about the mating marks. Why? Because he had marked Ventia all those years ago and this was a exact replica of his.
"You marked me?" He said it more to himself than a accusation. Then? He laughed. Hard. Before running his fingers through his hair.
"That's a first." He stared down at her and placed one knee on the bed, "I like. You're going to be a handful. Just how I like it." His hand shot out and he grabbed her muzzle shut, his fingers curling over her snout and then his other hand grabbed the back of her neck, his fingers digging into her skin, pulling it back so that she was forced to look at him.
"Behave will you?" He bent down, now he was kneeling on the bed with her, and he pressed his face into her fur, breathing in deep. Enjoying her scent mixed with the aroma of blood.
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Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
Posts: 2,195
Pack Status: New Dawn, Nighstar, Rogue, Other
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Post by Jewel on Mar 26, 2016 9:54:45 GMT -5
Obviously it was an accident, she thought, a bit hysterically. But it wasn't thought to just herself. This thought was made to him. Unintentionally. Yet she tried defending herself. Because she didn't want to mark him. That was just emphasizing that fate was cruel and wanted them together. Never in a million years would she thought of not wanting to mark her mate and vice versa. But here she was, wanting to so desperately get out of here and never look back. And it was all because of him.
Immediately after he clamped onto her muzzle, she couldn't breathe. She tried lifting her lips to breathe, but she couldn't. Roughly, she tugged her head away, her broken foot close to her her body. Growls turned into whines, and they turned back to growls. Let go of me, she demanded, her blue eyes boring defiantly into his. I can't breathe.
Though she stopped her struggling altogether. Quill was shocked. She couldn't help it. She expected for him to hurt her for turning into a wolf. But no. He was … smelling her? Why? Why was he doing these things that mates do? Can't he see he's making her go insane? Does he care?
Probably not.
With that thought, she tried tugging free once again. No, she was not going to behave. As long as she was still alive she was not going to behave. No, not ever.
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Post by Ventia on Mar 27, 2016 5:38:58 GMT -5
He paused at the sound of her voice through his head-this he didn't know about either. It was...new. Slightly unnerving to have her voice in his head. He stared down at her hard, his dark brows creating a line between his eyebrows as he thought. After a few moments, he decided he didn't mind it all that bad. Plus? If it meant she could speak through his mind, he could do the same to her. And he'd love to torture her and have her unable to block him out-not even in her own head.
Keith scoffed next to her at her demand to let go. "Like I care. It would however be easier for you to breath if you shift back. If not? You'll pass out. Either way works for me." He shrugged and continued on with inhaling her scent, burying his face in her velvet soft fur and finding it amusing that he could still feel the tingles whenever he touched her despite the fact that she was in her wolf skin.
He bit her hard when she tried breaking free from his grip, he didn't break her skin since he didn't elongate his canines but it was enough to warn her to not try to escape. He was tired. Despite it only being late in the afternoon. Today had been eventful with finding out that his mate was his prisoner. Right now? He wanted to sleep next to a warm body. "Let's make a deal." He stated, pulling away his hand slightly from her snout so she didn't pass out yet.
"I'm not in the mood for fun. I'm tired. If you shift back and take a nap with me, I won't hurt you for the remaining of the day and I'll even be nice and give you a proper meal. However if you try to play-then the deals off and I'll find a way to be in the mood. Hm? Sounds good? Tranquility. Right? That is your name?."
"Not that it matters, mate. I'll address you with however name I please." He stared boringly into her blue eyes and waited a few moments, giving her a few seconds to think about it.
"So. What will it be. Shift and take a nap with me and get a reward. Or more training-or as you'd probably call it-torture."
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Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
Posts: 2,195
Pack Status: New Dawn, Nighstar, Rogue, Other
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Post by Jewel on Mar 27, 2016 10:00:46 GMT -5
Tranquility whimpered at the pain of the bite, finding that this bite hurt worse than the other one simply because his teeth weren't sharp this time. She didn't know why. It just did. And it most definitely got her to stop attempting to escape his hold. When he loosened his grip on her mouth, she took in as much breath of air she could in one go, then slowly released it in small chuffs. She was ... thankful. Despite him saying that he couldn't care less if she passed out not five minutes before hand. Deal?
The word "fun" that went past his lips had her snorting. Not in amusement, by any means. Though she was derisive in that snort. Then, she was silent for a good time, refusing to be hurt that Keith wasn't sure about her name and then turning around to say he'd call her whatever he wanted. Food sounded wonderful. And a nap. She didn't get either one of those last night, and she desperately wanted both of them so bad. In the back of her mind, she had a suspicion that Keith would turn his back on his word, but what choice did she have?
Quill silently shifted back, enjoying how her muzzle retreated into her face which caused Keith to drop his hand. In the middle of her shift she took another deep breath, and only let it out when she was back to human form. Her foot had mended fully about few seconds into her shift, yet she still nursed it as if it was in excruciating pain. She was not about to go through some more "training". Keith was right - she saw it as torture. If that meant she had to share a bed with an equally naked Keith so be it.
"Fine. Deal." Her skin still throbbed to the beat of her heart, where he bit her. Though as she stared into his eyes, she ignored it. His breath smelled like the breakfast he had this morning. No doubt hers smelled even worse. "When we wake up I want a medium-well steak with a loaded baked potato and applesauce. I like applesauce."
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Post by Ventia on Mar 28, 2016 1:56:57 GMT -5
Keith still had his fingers curled at her nape so when she shifted back-he kept it there, enjoying the feel of the transition of fur to skin. Once she was done, he pulled his hand away and stared at her for a few long seconds. His lip curled upwards slightly at her choice of food but besides that, he didn't make no comment.
All he did was get up, move over to the wall and flipped off the switches-causing the room to go completely dark. He made his way back to the bed, his eyes adjusting to the lack of light and slipped back on the California king size bed. He pulled the blankets out from underneath them and clicked his tongue at Tranquility until she shifted on the bed and let him roll the blankets on top of them.
He stretched out on the bed and then shifted to lie on his side, "Come here." He patted the space in front of him and waited a few seconds for her to come out of her free will. If not? He'd grab her by her hip and pull her down, close into the circle of his arms with her back to him.
When she was in that position, he curled his arm around her middle, slapping her hand away if she tried denying him this. Then? He buried his face into the crook of her shoulder, her hair tickling his face. He shifted his legs, pressing one in between hers. For a few seconds he breathed in her scent, enjoying the warmth and the play of tingles along his skin.
As a afterthought, he lifted his head slightly, his lips close to her ear-his breath hot on her skin. "Oh and don't try to kill me. I promise you won't succeed and I won't be very happy when I wake up."
"Now sleep."
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Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
Posts: 2,195
Pack Status: New Dawn, Nighstar, Rogue, Other
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Post by Jewel on Mar 28, 2016 2:54:33 GMT -5
Quill couldn't help the rushed beating of her heart as she blinked rapidly to help her adjust to the lack of light. Slowly, thankfully, her vision cleared, showing her that Keith wasn't going back on his word to just take a nap. In fact, she was so relieved that she didn't mind that much that Keith called to her like a master would his dog.
Even though she had a brand mark just under her breast, she wasn't anyone's toy or dog or anything of that nature.
Quill rolled her eyes a bit, "This bed is big enough to sleep without -" But she found herself gasping when he grabbed her hip. Soon, she felt skin touch skin, and it seemed that the tingles were stronger this way than any other sensation she's ever felt: stark naked bodies pressed against eachother. Her breathing hitched, and for a few seconds she couldn't breathe all that well; even though it was Keith's doing she couldn't necessarily blame him for it this time.
This out-of-breathness because of a simple sleeping position? Competely out of character for her. Especially when that man that held her like mates should was a psycho.
She stood completely still at the sound of him inhaling her, not sure whether to be disgusted or ... she was disgusted. She couldn't be aanything other than disgusted. With that mentality, Quill frowned, telling herself not to enjoy this. That her heart was racing because at any minute he could snap and kill her. That even though Keith warned her not to try and kill him, goosebumps of pleasure rising and traveling from her ear down.
We've already established that Keith was crazy, her rational part told her heart, which was still beating like a caged hummingbird. Don't be falling for him. For how your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. Because this is unnatural.
"Bossy."
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Post by Ventia on Mar 28, 2016 3:40:00 GMT -5
It wasn't unusual for Keith to do this with his prisoners. To sleep with them in this manner. Hell the only person he hadn't done this with was Ventia. He attempted to. But she had almost killed him had it not been for the fact that he pretended to be asleep for three hours-as she had pretended to be fast asleep as well-so when she tried biting his throat out-it was quite easy to subdue her. Since that night? He had kept her hooked to silver. Weakened the bitch. So yeah. This wasn't uncommon. Keith liked sleeping next to someone whom was warm.
He just slightly enjoyed this a bit more. But that was only because this was a new experience and he was bored of the regular nights. Why was it new? Because of the tingles. Whether he moved his leg slightly, tingles ran up his skin like skilled fingers on a piano. It lured him to sleep-those tingles. Comforted him in a new and odd way. He quite enjoyed it. Keith was always one for trying something new.
Her exhilarated heartbeat made him smile against her shoulder and it made him want hurt her slightly but he ignored it. Tomorrow. He usually kept his word and plus, he still wasn't in the mood for fun. He really was tired and having her molded against him, with his arm like steel around her middle to make sure she wouldn't escape, was quite relaxing.
"You have no idea pet." He mumbled against her skin and pressed a kiss to her shoulder, closing his eyes and once again burying his face into her neck. He breathed out softly and inhaled deeply, unlike her heartbeat-his was calm, smoothing in its normal pulses. Besides from their breathing and heartbeat, nothing else could he heard so it was easy for Keith to relax in that comfortable darkness holding his mate next to him.
And soon? He drifted off into slumber but his hold on her didn't loosen.
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