Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
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Post by Jewel on Oct 2, 2016 0:28:31 GMT -5
VentiaIt was a couple weeks after visiting the cemetary. Quill was slowly regaining her weight. Slowly getting the color of her skin back. Starting to be able to eat more and more food. Her eyes became brighter, and the bags underneath them receded as she slept. For her, sleep was easy to come by; she was sleeping in a bed fit for a king. Her toes (now void of all purple-y nail polish) curled in ecstasy in Keith's comforter. At night, there wasn't much effort on her part to forget that her mate was a psychotic man that had a penchant for tormenting her during the day. Sure, he fed her. And let her shower. But he "learned" not to let her free in his bedroom. He had her chained up from the time he left for the day until he got back. Sometimes not until he was ready for sleep (and before that happened Quill could be seen nodding off, the neck brace never letting her chin hit her chest. When he didn't leave the room, he spent all day with her, cackling as he tortured her. Giving her kisses that ranged from ravenous to gentle in a span of two seconds. Giving her bruises that traveled all up and down her body. That sort of thing. She stuck it out, though. After memorizing the number the mysterious man with her family's photo gave her, she flushed the paper down the toilet amongst the toilet tissue. Along with the sweet serenity of the tingles she felt with Keith's arms around her as a cage, she rattled off the number in her head like a lullaby. Every single night she did this, because earlier that day garnered no such opportunities to either run or kill Keith. The previous night, she rattled off facts about Egyptian rulers, feeling particularly irritable because Keith wouldn't let her handle her own food. When she ran out of facts, she contemplated aloud why the Romans mooched off the Greeks until finally Keith slapped a hand over her mouth and nose, nearly making her pass out. When he finally let go of her, she was smart enough to keep quiet, and eventually drifted to sleep with the phone number in her mind. This morning, she woke earlier than Keith - she thought - with sweat along her hairline and down her back. Her feet seemed to have thrashed all night, because the comforter on her side had been pushed away, revealing newly-shaved legs. She seriously hated making that decision, now. The ache she felt in her chest region and the flames of desire coursing through her body claimed only one thing. "No," she said, sounding desperate in getting away. Or desperate for those arms around her in am almost-bruising manner to move in ways that made her shudder just thinking about them. God, no, she didn't want this.
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Post by Ventia on Oct 2, 2016 15:52:04 GMT -5
Keith had stopped sharing Tranquility with others after the visit to the cemetery. Frankly he didn't want to share her. He enjoyed the taste of her lips and her skin and her personality was a amusing way to pass the time. Plus, she was his to torture. Not others. The only reason why he allowed that to happen was because she had destroyed the room. Since then, she didn't dare to. Sure. She talked like no tomorrow so but she didn't destroy his room. Therefore, there were no longer any people coming in and getting their full in looking at and then feeding her with their juices dripping from their fingers. Sure. He still had people coming in to feed her while he was away but they were under strict conditions of being appropriate but still keeping her locked up until he arrived.
When they slept, they slept in complete darkness. Then again, it wasn't that hard to achieve complete darkness that even a shifter could barely see in. He had no windows in his room. Just two doors. One to get out of the room and the bathroom door. There were a few lights in the room but once they turned them off, darkness filed in. Keith enjoyed sleeping in complete darkness, enjoyed sleeping with her. Holding her. Breathing her scent in and pulling her close to him while he slept.
He enjoyed it. Most people didn't sleep with the people they owned, neither did Keith most of the time, but he enjoyed it with Tranquility. Especially when she was already sleeping and he could just..hold her.
It was the shift in Tranquility's scent that lured Keith into waking up. The room was still dark since none of the lights were on but light from the outside hallway was peeping in from underneath the door, letting in strands of light against the floor. Her voice forced him fully into alertness, muscles already tensing around Tranquility, bringing her closer because the closer she was to him, the safer she would be. But when he looked around the room, he couldn't hear anything-or really anyone else. He glanced at Tranquility, the little light from underneath the door giving him just a dim sight of her and he saw that she was awake and it wasn't a bad dream. She had those but most days she wouldn't wake up remembering that he had held her and stroked her hair until she drifted off again. Hell. His fingers were already reaching for her hair to smooth her until he realize that this wasn't the case.
Keith touched her hair and relaxed against her, his muscles easing and he stroked her hair as he put his head back down. "What's wrong now?" He mumbled half into the pillow, half into her ear, not bothering to let go of his steel grip on her even though he felt like she wanted him to. He didn't want to.
"Hmm?" He mumbled almost sleepily, breathing in her slightly heady scent which caused things to stir and waited for her mouth to run off with things, suddenly wondering if her taste had shifted just a tad bit as well.
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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 Oct 2, 2016 23:38:48 GMT -5
Quill shouldn't have said anything.
She couldn't have him awake. No matter how much her body begged for him. Her fingers, even, were being traitorous, her skin quivering in want as they probed for a weak point in his grasp. Her senses were hyper-aware of him. His bare chest pressed against her equally-shirtless back. He always smelled good - not like a psychotic man who got off on torturing her - but right then, his scent drove her crazy. She wanted to taste him, to run her tongue against every inch of his body simply because of it. And man, did he sound absolutely sexy simply by waking up.
Goosebumps travelled her skin, the hair on her arms standing at attention. Despite the hold her teeth had on her tongue, she let out a low moan.
Being in heat sucked. It only came around twice a year. And boy, did it come at the most inconvenient of times. If she had been with a sane person, already she would have been demanding attention. If this had happened around the time she had been kidnapped, and she and Keith had just met, maybe the heat wouldn't have split her thinking into two different sections. The more logical part of herself constantly reminded her of who he was. What he was. A monster. With no emotional capacity at all. But the primal part of her was constantly thinking of the man.
Later on, she would think of Cupid and Psyche. Every day, Psyche would spend her time alone, roaming the big castle that her 'husband' had built for them. Yet at night, Cupid would come to her, when it was so dark that she couldn't see him. And they would spend their time together, Psyche never knowing that she was married to the god of love himself. Come morning. He would be gone, and she would spend her time alone, waiting for the sun to leave. In a sick twisted way, she related with Psyche, because Keith was only sweet at night. No longer a monster. He would hold her, as if she were a precious gem that only he was allowed to have.
God, that was so hot.
"I ... I need to go to the bathroom." At least then, she would be able to handle herself. She would thank herself later for it, she was sure. Because at this time, she was the most fertile. And she couldn't have children. Not until she was free from here.
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Post by Ventia on Jan 6, 2017 15:21:41 GMT -5
"Mmm," Keith mumbled again, nuzzling closer on her pillow until a strand of her hair touched the side of his face. His lips quirked at the feel of her hands trying to push his arm away-as if that would ever work. Keith pulled her closer, twisting upwards in bed for a split second so that he pushed one knee in between her legs and kept one underneath his. The movement bared her more than before which made her scent more potent and noticable and in turn, made Keith's wolf growl.
The growl left his lips next to Tranquility's ear, and Keith couldnt help but run his tongue along the delicate skin. Damn. She tasted good. Keith rubbed his body against her hip, rubbing his knee between her thighs, wanting that aroma to have tints of his own.
"Woman." He nibbled on her earlobe, letting his hot breath touch her skin. "Don't lie to me." He nuzzled his face against the side of hers and closed his eyes, digging his fingers on her side to keep her still and close.
"You smell good." He spoke aloud and moved his face lower, burying his nose in the crook of her shoulder against her hair and neck. He lapped at her growing pulse and could feel himself getting harder at the feel, taste, and smell of his mate. Mate.
Then his mind betrayed him and he said the words he had been thinking for the longest. "Be mine please." The words were barely a whisper and since his face was pressed so close to her throat, she couldnt have heard him if she wasnt paying attention, but his pulse kicked up and a slight tremor went through him.
"Mine." He growled, louder before tugging gently on her neck, slowly easing just a little on top of her.
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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 Jan 10, 2017 8:34:35 GMT -5
Tranquility wasn't paying attention. At least, not to his words. Instead, she focused more on how he was making her feel. Her … condition was getting harder and harder to fight the longer she struggled against him, who was much stronger than her. And really, did she want to? He wasn't hurting her. Actually, he was doing nothing of the sort. She was being given the attention she wanted.
But that's not what she needed.
"I-I'm not lying," she stuttered, before shivering from the mix of chills and arousal that he gave her. Her eyes closed slowly, her breathing hitched. Any wiggling she did to get away from him was quickly stopped, and instead she winced at the pain of being stopped.
But that pain felt like ecstasy.
She was so close to losing control. Her grip was slipping. His whisper was just that – an incoherent whisper that she didn't quite catch. "What?" But with how close she was, she was shocked at the tremble that went through him. Was she having the same effect on him as he was on her? Or was it something else?
It was given a brief wonder before she started at his rather abrupt growl. Before she could do anything more, she felt herself being moved, the sudden coldness on her back. The space her legs were given. That was what got her to thinking clearly for a few moments. The freezing bite of air on her backside.
She couldn't do this.
It hurt to shift. While in heat, her body was sensitive to. Every. Little. Thing. Whereas it usually gave her ten seconds tops to go from human to canine, now it took more than twice as long. Keith could feel that soft-as-silk skin in his mouth turn leather before her pores opened to let fur spring forth as her back arched with cracking bone. She cried out in pain, but she pressed on, knowing that she was safer with claws and canines rather than neither of those.
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Post by Ventia on Jan 29, 2017 4:22:41 GMT -5
He hummed against her until he felt her tender skin toughen up in his mouth, until he tasted the first pricks of her silky pelt. He sighed against her and then dig his teeth harder into her tough skin. So she wanted to shift huh? Was she hiding something from him? He was too consumed in Tranquility to really think why she would want to shift. They've had sex before-she accepted it then. Why was this...
He frowned, feeling the fur grow in his mouth. The answer was suddenly clear and a wave of pleasure went through him. That wave snapped something inside of him. Something that he didnt let out. Something that was so primal and in this situation, with her being in her heat and shifting into a wolf, and him being aroused and still biting her neck even though he could feel her already turning into her second skin-well that primal moment brought his own wolf to attention.
It suddenly wanted to play.
Keith hadnt shifted in...months...years? He forgotten. It had been too long. His spine was the first to crack. He kept his teeth locked on her however. It was as if he needed to continue biting her to help ease the wolf back out. Damn. It had been too long.
He shifted with her, feeling his bones crack and his skin open for the dark colorful shades of fur to come out. Her cry urged the wolf to come out faster as if it needed to meet its mate. Mate. Wolf. Keith didnt like how it was his mate that was finally urging his wolf to come out when he hadnt shifted in years...it wasnt good. He knew that and yet...Keith didnt stop.
He accepted it and then they were both wolves.
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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 Apr 15, 2017 2:01:38 GMT -5
The room was trashed.
Though she'd like to say that it wasn't wholly her fault this time, Keith was still angry.
Okay, he was ticked.
The headboard was broken. The sheets were torn. Claw marks marred every wall and both doors. Underneath the smell of sex and lust was the stench of blood. Whose blood? A mix of both, to be honest. Was he mad about that? After all, she tried to go for his throat. Twice. Maybe four times. Hey, all she recalled was that it was more than once, and each time he became more violent.
Her body wasn't just sore. Every muscle throbbed. She bit into a mangled pillow as her body switched back to its original skin to muffle her sob of pain. She felt the sharp sting of her wounds on her back ripping open again. Heard him pacing back and forth across the floor, filling the role of rabid animal perfectly. He wasn't even satisfied with the fact that she smelled like him - as he should be! What guy isn't satisfied with that?
Quill was satisfied.
Of course, she was still in heat. And will be until the end of this week. Now that Quill was over her initial denial, she writhed slowly. Like Keith, never keeping still. Even though she was in no shape to go for a second round (in either shift), Quill wouldn't object to it. In fact, she was actually wanting another round. She rubbed her face against the pillow, trying to ease the ache on her jaw and wanting for Keith to ease every other ache she had. "Baby," she murmured in what she hoped to be an enticing manner. "Come back to bed."
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Post by Ventia on Apr 17, 2017 2:34:17 GMT -5
Ah.
Her voice called to him and unlike her scent, he couldnt ignore that voice. He stopped pacing and found himself turning to look at his mate sprawled on the bed. She was beautiful. He could see the streaks of blood, both him and hers, against her lovely skin and he could see all his markings on her. From the brand, to the mate mark, to all the hickies and bruises that he had left in his passion.
She called out to him. His wolf howled in delight and a shiver of enjoyment ran up his spine. Hell. Keith had to leave. Had to leave. Shit. He was walking towards her, his dark brown eyes slightly glazed and his lips half parted. He licked his lower lip, tasted both a trace of her blood and something much more sweeter and a smirk slowly filled his face.
Damnation.
He crouched by the broken bed until he was eye level with Quill and his body moved and he gave in to what he wanted to do. His fingers curled into her beautiful strands of blonde hair and he fisted her hair into his palm. "So demanding." He breathed and eased one knee onto the bed, leaning above her.
He tugged on her hair, just with enough strength that it'll ease her face upwards with the least amount of pain. When her face was angled towards him, Keith bent down and slowly touched his lips with hers. Enjoying the little intake of air she took before feeling the warmth beneath him.
She tasted like him. A small growl came from the base of his throat and Keith spread her lips open with his tongue, wanting to taste her more. He eased down on the bed next to her, and then pulled her tight to him, feeling her bare body against his own.
Ah.
Keith felt his eyes closing on their own accord and felt his muscles relaxing. His arms shook as he held her tight to him, still kissing those perfect lips.
Ah.
He eased away from her, finding it hard to breath.
It was too late for him.
He cupped her face and stared into those vivid blue eyes before suddenly bringing her face towards his shoulder and hiding his own face in her hair.
"Goodnight." He breathed in her scent until it had a permanent place in his soul.
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Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
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Post by Jewel on Apr 17, 2017 18:39:40 GMT -5
To be honest, Quill was a bit surprised that Keith actually stopped his pacing. Her heart stuttered a bit before it picked up its speed in nervous excitement when she heard him coming closer. She knew he was still mad. So she didn't know whether he was going to punish her or come sate her mounting desire.
Other than her subtle movements, she didn't lift anything except her eyelids. Then she watched as he knelt to her eye level. It was at that moment she knew how much she under-appreciated brown eyes. Because Keith's wasn't just brown. There were little golden flecks and black dots within the gaze that was usually so insane. That was what made her take a breath of air before his mouth claimed hers.
It was so soft. Inviting. She had no trouble accepting it like she had before. In her fog of a brain, he was Cupid. Such a sweet man, caring for her and making sure to be gentle with his hair pulling (which she found – like all the other things he did – totally hot). Her eyes, too, fluttered shut, not once having the urge to pull away. Instead, she wanted to get closer. As close she could to him. Her arms went around him, fingers moving in a random pattern until he pulled away from her.
Quill didn't realize how breathless she was until her face was pressed against his bare shoulder. Without conscious thought, she kissed it over and over again. "Goodnight?" she murmured, almost a whine. "But I'm not tired yet. And it's not even noon. Is it?"
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Post by Ventia on Apr 18, 2017 18:17:36 GMT -5
Keith's lip pulled upwards at her words before finally sighing. He wanted to sleep. To forget the world and the reality he lived in. After all, only at night was he able to give in to what he wanted to do. He took a deep breath of her hair before pulling back just a bit to slide his lips down to her forehead.
"I was sleepy but you're right. I have work." He unhand her then and pulled himself away from her tempting embrace. The room was a mess so he started pushing most of the broken objects towards the sides with his foot to clear a safe passageway towards the bathroom. He didnt quite like the thought of Tranquility stepping on a splinter or anything. It should have frighten him the way his thought process was like, but he had accepted it already. These feelings of his.
He turned the light on from the bathroom and rolled his neck before glancing briefly back at the bed. He knew his nude body was completely visible and that it shouldn't be anything new to Quill by now but a part of him wondered if she liked what she saw. He did. "You're welcome to join me." Was all he said however and moved into the shower and turned the water on.
The water helped and Keith found himself just standing underneath the showerhead, letting the warm water pour all over his face and body. Letting it wash away the sweat and blood and wondering if it could be so easy for it to wash away these new feelings of his as well.
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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 Apr 20, 2017 1:31:59 GMT -5
Work.
In her haze of heat and desire for him and the multiple attempts at his life (she was kind of surprised he wasn't saying anything about that), she had completely forgotten what he does and her lack of knowledge of it in the first place. Quill knew that he was a monster. That he did business in a few rings including trafficking (she was painfully reminded of that little girl when she first arrived here). But to the extent of it, she was clueless. At the same time she wanted to be clueless, she felt as if she needed to know. To emphasize that he was a truly awful person, and that she shouldn't be feeling these emotions. To feel so conflicted when he was split between being the man of her dreams and her worst nightmare.
Now that her initial wave had ended, she could think semi-clearly. Her stomach had twisted into a knot before releasing, and she let her mind instead focus on how he said "sleepy" instead of "tired". It was adorable, making her grin and pushing his "work" to the back of her mind once more. Waving it away like an unpleasant smell. Reluctantly, she let him go, refusing to hate how she wanted him to stay in here forever with her and never go to work as she eased slowly down on the bed. There was another pout that took place on her face, replaced with a grimace as she felt her body stitch itself back together for a few moments. She enjoyed the view of his backside, though. How his lean body moved. The way his hands fisted when he had to push something heavy out of the way was strangely arousing. (Maybe it was because he flexed a little when he did it.) His profile looked so beautiful, as if sculpted with the finest material. And when he turned to face her again, which gave her a full-frontal view, she didn't hide how she appraised him.
He was a work of art.
Too bad he was insane, a niggling thought tried to break through. Her actual sanity, she supposed. But - for tonight - she pushed it back, wanting to forget all consequences.
"I'd be delighted to join you," she murmured, smiling demurely before trying to get off the bed. It took a few moments, in which he had already travelled to the bathroom. SHe succeeded, of course. She was a survivor, and she wasn't going to let her current state of sensitivity down. As she walked, her boddy went double-time to get those scratches to heal. She was glad that her parents were the toughest out of the pack they had once lived in. Otherwise she'd be still in that bed. By the time she stepped in the shower, those deep bloody gashes were now angry, puckered scars that stung when the water hit it.
She was sure to stay behind Keith as the water pelted down on them.
Quill really had no want to wash herself - completely unlike her when she wasn't in heat, for she was all about cleanliness. Rather, she came in here because she didn't want to be away from Keith. The one that kissed her forehead and wanted to cuddle with her instead of work. So she wrapped her arms around his torso, her chest pressed against his solid back. Her lips pressed against his spine between his shoulderblades gently, her mouth still swolen from their kisses not even five minutes ago. Then she stood on her tiptoes, slowly making her way to the back of his neck before coming back down again. "You don't have to go," she said over the showerhead, her arms unlocking themselves in order to move freely, palms moving slowly and steadily agaisnt his skin. One more kiss on his back. "We can go to bed if you want."
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