Re: CHAPTER I: Painted Beauty&Lilith Lust

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It dripped from his lips. that delightful muse that made a beast revert from aggression of one form to one of another. Her tongue rasped slowly over his chin, licking up small droplets, taking in every last spec. Her mouth continued to almost nibble along his chin affectionately. Her face held a drunken luster. The alcohol had burrowed in her skin rather quickly. Distorting reality, where she was no longer in the restaurant. The idea of the affection she was showing was not a problem, her only thought for the time was more wine. Her hands were moving to rest on either side of his neck. Gentle fingers traced his neck, her breathing in spurts.

Something was pressing heatedly on her leg, but she didn't bother with it for now. She knew what it was, she was preoccupied with wine for now. He spoke of giving her attention, that made her genuinely blush. Such an odd man. How had she go from throwing his car to (trying) making-out with him. Overwhelming sensation. Everything felt amazing to the simplest taste, touch or smell.

A new bottle was opened and he pressed it to both her mouth and his own. it flowed out with ease, half missing her, drowning her body in wine. It soaked her shirt and even her skirt. She could feel it cascade down her body and even his as she missed amounts. After a second, she could no longer resist. Her head turned and she claimed his mouth, fully with her own. Of course the force probably knocked him back slightly. The soft and dainty hands moved up and pushed him towards her. A kiss. What compelled it, she wondered. Her mind was still a haze, but for a full moment until she managed to pull herself away, she lip locked with him. Alcohol did wonders.

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He rested in the comforts of his chair, his body restrained by the warmth of another as his ocean blue orbs, as steadily as any man’s could, peered deeply into the lust that filled Avalon’s bearing. It seemed Bonarda Piemontese’s reputation had permanency; quickly stripping away the woman’s barriers and aggression and allowing her own Aphrodite’s to surface. His grey garments—from neck to the end of his torso—were strained in the crimson purity of the subtle intoxication that came in a carafe form. She straddled him, almost and while she physically ignored the growing ecstasy that developed by the second, Taka was confident she didn’t eschew it.

Continuing to allow the final portions of the Bonarda to cascade through each and every vein and crevasse of their carriage, Taka found himself slightly forced back and as he looked on as a shadow donned and the light which he could once see undoubtedly faded, his lips were graced. Tugged into a deadlock of lips passionately united under the governance of malt, Taka, in his drunken state found his hands tossing the bottle aside as it became empty and placed both palms firmly against the curves of her rear. Gripping tightly, he found himself lost in reality, an alternate dimension where desire reigned supreme and he was but a humble servant.

As she pulled away, and the haze of teal and bronzed petals scattered from his sight, Taka found his hands dropping to his sides as he looked at her, eyes narrowed, though calmed in the most carnal of manner. Reaching for the last bottle, Taka popped its cork, only to take one swig and held a perplexed, though erotic gaze upon the amazon beauty that resided on his lap. Reaching up, he would guide the bottle towards her chest, and with one rotation, allowed its nose to exude crimson upon her chest, allowing every ravine of her voluptuous bust to bask in its liquid harmony.

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The battle was all but lost, as the war began. His hands were starting to explore, groping her rear. A secretive feeling swelled up in her, something long since lost. It had been years, so long. Not only that, this man had gained her attention. Maybe it was the alcohol that made her think such things. It had a tenancy to affect the mental processes of any known person. She had enough pumping through her, that her blood might pass for a type of alcohol. She was enjoying herself. This man was certainly more fun than she had originally imagined. His hands had moved off of her rump and then it would glide to the last bottle on the table.

Ava watched with intrigue, gazing at him as he uncorked it and threw back a small taste, before analyzing. He eyes were half hidden in slits. The blue peaking out from his lids, while he made his movement. The hand reached out and it poured. Ava rouged in shyness. The feeling of the cool wine simply pouring over her clothing; dampening the whole ensemble from top to bottom. Crimson elixir emptying from the bottle at an alarming rate. Drenched with the fermented grapes, she looked at him with avidity.

Where was she at? It didn't matter anymore. She was full to the brim with desire now and while still in front of Gloria, Avalon pressed her lips to the man once again. She had taken it with her own, massaging his half curves.The delicate fingers, oddly sot and gentle, would continue to dance behind his head, pulling him more to her. He tasted wonderful, sweet and like grapes. She wanted more. While she pressed her hips harder to his lap, her mouth remained upon his. It was a suffocating urge rippling through her. Once he had pulled away to speak to the owner, Ava had been sucking upon the flesh of his neck. Let them talk. Soon the place had been abandoned all but two souls.

~A while later~

Ava was still breathing a bit heavily. Her body could barely move. How odd that a man could make her feel such a way. Was this a regretted night? She kind of hoped this wasn't going to be just a memory. The inner beast was relaxed, her whole being, docile to him. She was simply atop of him, her body reeking of sweat and wine, as well as other things. The moment was a bit deterring, this wasn't normal for her, but the alcohol was still dizzying her head. Judging by the situation, she was content.

A soft laugh managed to crack from her position, "I s'ppose.. I enjoyed m'self." Playfully, she left a weakened smile on her face.

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The virtue of peace and harmony had taken on new meaning as the entirety of the restaurant prowled in its own emptiness; save for two souls. Strong, voluptuous hips bestriding the seated lap of a young man whose own golden hair mimicked the hue of the morning sun. Teal waves of the waviest weir cascaded upon him frame, his shoulders completely wolfed by the woman’s exotic hair. Lips touching once more, this simply kiss would lead to something much more intriguing than what they had displayed until now; Gloria, for a lack of better words, would have been infuriated if she knew what had transpired.

The day had been swallowed by the actions that took place within the facility. Canopies falling to keep all intruding eyes from looking into the unknown as every door was locked to perfection; they were alone and as the night ushered in under a blanket of florid mauve and orange streaks in the heavens, Taka found himself mildly fatigued. Resting on the now warmed wood, an exposed Taka, completely bare found himself covered by Avalon as she rested on top of him. Her body worn from the shared experiences as the only garment keeping her from feeling the breeze upon her bare skin was Taka’s shirt.

Strong, though gently fingers running against the side of her face as a enfeebled smile ensued, he would brush away simple strands of her teal locks, his own charming grin surfacing. “Well, I suppose I enjoyed myself, too.” He said, feeling her rather large breasts pressing against his strong upper body. Having dealt with several martial arts for years, he had acquired not only a arduous skillset, but the fortitude to take on any obstacle; needless to say, Avalon wasn’t simply a woman, literally. He couldn’t place his finger on it, though she had bot the strength and endurance of some animal, and it showed perfectly during their escapade as the rested around broken tables and chairs; evidence of their wild caper.

They had went for hours—five to be more precise as small breaks for taken in between to gather some strength, though as the digital clock on his phone hit 8:45pm, he sighed contently. “Seems we lost track of time?” He exclaimed, smiling which was on followed by a soft laughter as he looked into her eyes. “Very beautiful (Molto Bello)”” Announced calmly in his mother’s native tongue of Cerisian, the young mogul simply rested on the ground, arms folding behind his neck to support his tired state as he smiled; what a wonderful night.

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"Molto Bello." His words were foreign and yet they captured her nonetheless. Tender kind eyes that spoke to her a song of their experiences. Ava had thoroughly enjoyed herself in the situation. What had he said, she wondered. Her brow furrowed and her head tilted. "Wha's tha' mean?" She asked softly, curiously. Her top was covered alone by the pretty boy's shirt while the rest of clothing was simply thrown all around the building. The place was littered with marks of them being there and the earlier incidents.

Such a delightful feeling of satisfaction was over her body. There was no rage left in her for now. She was but a kitten resting upon this man whom had tamed her, somehow. It made her wonder, but Ava was still relatively buzzed so she didn't care as much as she normally would have. Her chin rested on his collarbone while she tilted her head up to look into those oceans. His body still remained pinned beneath hers. One leg between both of his, while the other rested upon the other side of his. After a yawn, she sat up and heard her stomach grumble. They had skipped the meal and now, she was starving.

Her arms stretched over her head, revealing some skin as she looked over at him with a gentle smile. "Wan' eaht now?" She offered, though the food would be cold. "Or deed you wan' shleep sumwhere?" Her head was starting to ache and she wondered if they should be headed home anyways. Was this a one night stand.. or something more? Ava was so unsure. Yet as she asked, her eyes were analyzing what his reaction was. Would he stay with her the night or just take off? In all honesty, she didn't expect him to stay, but a part of her hoped he would.

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“Let’s just say it means you’re a very beautiful woman,” He announced in the semantic argot she was more familiarized with. It wasn’t as romantic and didn’t hold the lustful mysteries as Taka implied with his other jargon, though she wasn’t one who equipped herself for the finer things in life, she had made that obvious prior to their late night show. He’d smile, maybe one day it would be advantageous to attempt and teach her his mother’s native tongue and hold conversations with a more quixotic tone in something that was now considered foreign to her. One for advancing many things in life, he never faltered rom a challenge.

Her chin nuzzling into his collarbone, a slight ticklish sensation befell upon Taka’s body, as it was easily ignored and overwhelmed by a feeling of complete stillness. She had looked up onto his ocean-esque windows, and as he mirrored her gesture, his blue eyes peered through her golden gems. Her body was perfect and her mentality was very commanding, though acquiescent—perfect qualities for someone who could potentially tame the playboy lifestyle of Taka. Nonetheless as she sat up and inquired to their next move, he would sigh, aping her action as well. Looking around, he searched for his underwear.

Finding them, standing up allowing all to dangle, he masked his own jewels with the fine fabric of his briefs, allowing his tainted, though chiseled body to gleam in the night’s light which broke through seal shades. “I’m sure our dinner is still in the backroom, let’s go check.” He’d ask, reaching his hand out to her with the hopes she’d take ahold. If she partially clothed herself and accepted his offer, he would guide her to the kitchen where they would find her salad refrigerated, and his chicken delight, within a microwave. Smiling as he rushed over to press a few bottoms on its mechanism, allowing it to heat with a subtle buzz alarming them of its activation, he’d turn towards Avalon.

“[color=white]I hope I left some impression on you during out exercise.[/white]”

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Ava stared at him, as if she hadn't heard correctly. Beautiful? When was the last time she got called that? For a moment she waited for the continuation o his statement, a 'but' to be added, yet it never came. He was simply stating that she was beautiful. Her body felt giddy and for a moment she smiled. A gentle, non-violent and truthful smile. HE thought she was beautiful. Well, he had just slept with her, perhaps it was damage control? Him being nice, however the way she felt when his eyes locked on her made her heart falter in it's case. A being so dead to the world, but only as a facade, playing bosom in her chest. Slowly, she blinked at him from where she stood, only covered by his shirt for now.

His body rose up, his stuff showing to her. A flashing flood of memories made her head sway a bit. Her mind focused on taking his every detail she may have missed, lips that had explored everything. Her heart hammered and though it was rude to stare, she found herself watching him pull up his undergarments. Unable to look away, she could feel her cheeks tip into a bit more scarlet. Why was she so entrapped in this man's presence? He was half dressed and he reached out his hand. A brief moment and she grabbed her panties, pulling them up and making herself remotely clothed.

Her hands moved to his afterwards. Those fingers looped into his and he followed him into that backroom. A few seconds later and she separated from him, to check the fridge. Within, sat her salad she so desired. Her arm reached and grabbed it, pulling it towards her. She turned and looked at him softly. Her eyes though, were always those of a hawk. His words, made her lips curl into a smirk. "Hm? Yes yoo deed very impressive.. fo a pre''y bo." SHe stated, teasing him and winking a bit.

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The time on the microwave continued to tick down, albeit slowly as if giving the two demonstrative individuals some time to converse. Time seemingly bedding to their every command, a moment with her seemed like several and the night they shared was nothing shy of an eternity. Her words were cute and her tone obviously holding an eminence of surprise as she didn’t expect a man of his caliber to relieve her of such tension. Truth be told, he hadn’t been so involved in such lustful intent in quite some time, and while his sub-par efforts still held grace in the women he applied it to, Taka went the extra mile to supplement the young teal-haired with an experience of his most exerting quality.

Turning to the woman, easing his rear against the counter in which the heating mechanism rested on, the blonde would smile quite charmingly as he would give his response to the quite jovial Avalon. “Pretty boy, ey? Well, I’m glad I impressed you; though I wasn’t expecting to get tossed through a table… or two, or three.” Running his hand against the bare muscle of his back, Taka winced slightly, his almond eyes twitching slightly before a look of pain was quickly substituted with one of joy. Their night had gotten tremendously wild, and before he knew it, they had destroyed a number of items owned by the restaurant; the dining hall was littered in their aftershock.

Moving from the counter and stepping into charted territory, Taka found himself just centimeters before Avalon; his hands quickly moving to cup her rear as he picked her up and placed her on the counter to her southern verge. “Though I’m not opposed to you throwing me through other things.” He exclaimed, leaning in allowing their lips to touch as he bit down on his lower lip subsequently, taking in both the full and taste of her full accessories; his hands massaging the sides of her bare thighs.

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He leaned against the counter. This man of wonders, was still paying attention to a woman as casual as Avalon Summers. A sort of thrill shook through her soul. Her eyes closed and her lips twitched into a sot sort of grin. She felt lucky to be alive in times like this. She wouldn't let him see it of course! Her eyes were cast aside askew from him. Thoughts passed and she wondered exactly what she had done to earn a moment like this. A man pressed close to her, moving closer. When had he moved to her lap. His hands gripping her ass before sliding it on the counter and kissing her deeply.

An accepted kiss as she closed her eyes and enjoyed. His hands roamed her bare thighs. Sensations tickled all over her. A spark of a flame that licked every part of her. She sighed softly into the kiss as her heart hammered heavily. Excitement flew through her, despite this kiss being less greedy. It was still as wonderful as before. This feeling was odd, strange and foreign. A conundrum to the world around her as it broke and she eyed him curiously. What did he want from her, she wondered. A curiosity that reflected in her eyes, gleaming with excitement and timidness. An opposite array that simply left her frazzled. She spoke nothing, but her eyes spoke every word of her heart. She feared this man, his skill a bit impressive to have her heart hopping around already. She leaned in and kissed him again, wondering if it felt the same when she initiated it.

[Guest]

The sensations at the moment were quite scattered and too broad to be contained in one vessel; Taka found himself incredulous. Slightly under the spell of intoxication, his comprehension had far since returned, though not at their peak proficiency. Entrapped between her legs, he didn’t have the intention of leaving—no, she long lost the ability to rid her presence of his and from the looks of it, she didn’t want him to leave. Transitory glances from his kiss, he could see the passion filling her face and the confusion and anger which once reigned dominant subsiding behind every intimate action the two took with one another.

He would pull away, though once again found himself tongue-locked and lip-bound to the teal-haired temptress who continued to demonstrate a quality which allowed her to control the young man. His affection for her had spiked in the passing hours, it could have been th potent wine or the beautiful night the two shared together; it was all still too cloudy to decode at the moment. Needless to say, he was venturing in uncharted territory; it made him vulnerable though deep down, he didn’t mind treading such, so long as it was with her. Arms wrapping around her body, he’d pull her closer, his midsection pushing up against the more delicate areas of a woman’s body as he shared the kiss she initiated.

[Guest]

A moment like none other in so many years. Passion filled Avalon to the brim and flooded her senses in a way she never saw happening when she dragged herself out of bed that morning. Not even a passing thought had left her to believe a gorgeous man would sweep her off her feet. She had destroyed his car and yet, any rage he may have felt, had been quenched in the drowning affections of the night. Fingers were moved as if craving and bodies pressed with determined lust. A mutual understanding spoken upon drunken breaths. Sobering up took a while, but the buzz was fading now. A happy and content feeling all over her body. As the adrenaline drained, she felt her strength draining from every of her muscles.

Delicate kisses were but butterflies upon a flower of allure. She wanted more and none at the same time. Conflicting, her mind showed a furrowed brow and her eyes closed. Why were so many unspoken questions floating as dust in her chest? Her body knew answers, but her mind was late to the understanding party. Harder, he pushed her to him. Bodies crushed together and mixing the signals of heartbeats. Avalon could feel a warmth on her cheeks, that flowed through her excitedly. His hands, placed so well around her, mashing heated skin to fabric, to heated skin. Tantalizing torture, she had a growing attachment to this odd man. No words for her, needed to be stated, as she enjoyed her simple, silent wiles.

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“You’ve been speechless for the last few moments, Avalon.” teasing was the boy’s tone as he continued to rest between her legs, using them as a surrogate pillow to cushion his sides as he relaxed inward. It had been some time since he slept with a woman and didn’t bother leaving just moments after. Something about her was obviously different and peaked his inquisitiveness. Could it have been her strapping ability to toss his car several meters before crashing through a building, or her elegant touch and subtle, almost animalistic aggression during their late night escapade; he didn’t know nor cared to find the answer at the moment. He was content in this instant.

He would grin so seductively as his right hand motioned upwards, traveling across her body and transvering her flesh before reaching her chin. Caressing it gently, he would commence conversation once more. “Cat gotcha tongue?” He concluded before leaning in for a simple peck against her lips, adding to the teasing sensation he demonstrated before. It was obvious the blonde found this amusing and her presence calmed him.

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Blood pulsed at a heavy beat as the man fit so easily between her legs. A memory not so distant and not so close at the same time dangled on her skin. Familiarity with something so brief, led her to wonder what this man was. Reeling and turning, the gears in her mind couldn't analyze this enigma. How could she go from hating this man and his snarky attitude, his smart-alick stature and the way he was simply rich to gently sharing deliberate kisses in a restaurant fit for a cheesy romance movie. The stars in place as his mouth spoke words that earned him a glare, over top a smirk. The attention she adored and immersed herself in, but she knew better than to let that on. Let him swim in the ways of wonderment. A mystery so easily solved, but a dance upon her light tongue. She spoke not a word to being silent. A sly smile, mischievous and almost cruel, while her hands found their place. Each upon his hip, she allowed the advance.

A gentle venture upon her porcelain curves left her longing for more. Teasing, torture. He knew what he was doing. Ava's eyes slitted in her amusement and slight irritation. It pissed her off to know he was so good at this. How well practiced was he? She wondered. Feeling slightly angry, Ava grabbed him tightly and slammed him to the door before biting at his shoulder a bit roughly. Traces to his lips, her own pushed hard from the aggression she had by nature. "How abou' yoo, pre''y bo'?" Her golden hues dug into his, while she pinned him, straddling him with her hips.

"I ain' got no moneh, jus' tah warn yeh." Of course this was her own teasing, however torture was in place. Her eyes dared to torture him as she spoke in her heated voice. Mixing a moan into a sentence that otherwise would sound incredibly UNsexy. "Yoo din't use pertection." Of course Ava was well aware she was fine, but the little shit needed scared once in a while. Mean move, but hey, what did she care. Her mouth latched onto his neck, right up front and a bit vigorously, she sucked on the subtle flesh. A mark to be remembered for a while in the heat of the moment, before she settled and let the poor man respond.

[Guest]

Her body moved in such a way that it was hard to keep his ocean-blue jewels off her. She had opened herself to a level of vulnerability Taka couldn’t help but assume she hadn’t ascertained before. The way she fidgeted during their passionate endeavor and her pants were all but masculine or even belligerent; they were gentle and weak. Dislodging the animal she previously displaced during their intercourse she not only allowed him to take control, but she rode the event as an equal. It was a sensation the young man wasn’t completely habituated with—sharing the role of power with someone else.

Running his lissome digits through the cascading waves of teal, Taka found her body relaxing until sudden annoyance ensued. With a powerful push, Taka found himself overpowered and his neck invaded by the temptation of her bite. It was mildly painful but nothing he couldn’t force himself through as he grinned in pleasure. Biting down upon his body lip, lost in his own intoxication he almost completely ignored the words she had said. However the second variation of words she decided to articulate forced his once almond eyes to a wide open. Did she really just say what he thought he did?

He analyzed the situation numerous times in his head, allowing an almost ominous silence to ensue. She spoke of her monetary situation, but he didn’t care; he had more than enough to ensure they had a prosperous life in any form of currency, what came next however shocked even the almost impassive barrier he normally wore. Clearing his throat in attempts to buy more time, he would grin, relieving his face of all hesitation and fright before rearing his eyes towards her. Was she playing a game? If so, he would play along—this chess match was far from over.

“Well, that’s unsettling.” He said, jokingly.

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Avalon simply laughed at his reaction. Eyes open wide, a second of his life where blood drained from his face! how adorable! the man was panicking in a slight of the word. He didn't want to look it, but Avalon could tell by the way his muscles all tensed in a domino affect that he was a bit unnerved by her words. A silent laugh at her lips and she watched him with her dark golden hues. Entranced by him. He seemed speechless, uncertain how to respond, she assumed. She still tasted his skin on her tongue, the sweat so salty on her tongue.

Well, that’s unsettling.” Avalon grinned at her partner. Was he so awkward that he had nothing more to say? his voice had been cleared multiple times. The whole feeling a general mix of paranoia and worry on his tongue, but comedy thrown in. Her hands pinned on either side of his head, her eyes on his own. A moment of silence and she wondered why she had said it. It was a dumb thing to say and yet he hadn't run. Her eyes closed and a soft laugh fell from her lips. Leaning in, her mouth caught his, gently, in a caring way. As she shifted and pulled back, she stared at him.

"Nah. Don' Worree, thar shouln' be a problem." A playful wink and she pulled herself off of him and stretched. She wasn't sure how to respond now. She had her satisfaction of making him squirm, now she was looking for something else.

[Shula Brighton]

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