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basts_tailooc. I nearly did not post this. Then i thought about it and decided i would, primarily it is reflecting a change in her spriritual attitudes that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
angelsamael, wayfarers_lodge, and madame_latour might find interesting. Akuete in particular would giggle and kick her legs in the air with delight. Seeing quite a bit of this would have been seeds planted back when Ceri was living with her in Sedona....
IC.
She lay in the dark room, still as a corpse.
In her dreams she wandered the corridors of her torpor, fragments of her past floating past her…..
She walked down the street, swinging her hips, trying to ignore the buzz in her body – the warm ache from his Kiss that she tried to control, and then failed as soon as his teeth parted the skin on her throat. She turned down a side street, and a john called out to her, a lewd suggestion that made her smile and slow down long enough for him to follow her into a little dead end. He pushed her to the wall, just about pouncing on her as he pulled off soaked knickers and wrapped her legs around his waist, as she pulled him to her and kissed him. As she kissed down to his throat, with him pressing her into the wall, they both moaned softly together as she fed, and he came hard. She turned him to the wall as she unwrapped her legs, kissed his lips and walked away, the burning need for blood, and the ache low in her abdomen sated, for now.
She kept walking, pausing at a rest room to clean up and then went to a discreet door off a side street in Darlinghurst. The door opened at her knock, and she stepped inside, going to a private room. The man looked up as she entered, he smiled, ordering her to strip, and chained her between ceiling and floor, and acquainted her once again with Ezruli’s darker side…
As the dream receded, punctuated with pleasure and pain, she looked into the dark at a pair of black eyes that looked back into hers. The chocolate voice speaks softly, slowly, calling to mind cigar smoke, and dark nights, pleasure so strong its painful….
“Ya need me, Ceri girl…. None of them are showing ya me….”
“I know….” Her voice almost breaks
“Ye changing girl…. Not so much of the left handed path now… the path of Self… when you call to your god you call me….” The body presses against her and ceri can’t move in the dream, as the coiling hunger starts to turn. A hand strokes across her forehead, drawing her head back against the shoulder and the hands stroke down her as images flash like lightening around her…..
….. a thick dark jungle, with steam in the air and a storm overhead….. the smell of cigar smoke….. naked before Kincaid… Akuete drowning her to teach her rain….. Nicolette in her arms….. Claude walking her into the private club he visits... Throat bared, fangs in it, suckling on her…. Chained to a frame as the whip falls…. Pleasure as sharp as pain…. The storm breaks around her and she sinks back into the dark…..
angelsamael, wayfarers_lodge, and madame_latour might find interesting. Akuete in particular would giggle and kick her legs in the air with delight. Seeing quite a bit of this would have been seeds planted back when Ceri was living with her in Sedona....IC.
She lay in the dark room, still as a corpse.
In her dreams she wandered the corridors of her torpor, fragments of her past floating past her…..
She walked down the street, swinging her hips, trying to ignore the buzz in her body – the warm ache from his Kiss that she tried to control, and then failed as soon as his teeth parted the skin on her throat. She turned down a side street, and a john called out to her, a lewd suggestion that made her smile and slow down long enough for him to follow her into a little dead end. He pushed her to the wall, just about pouncing on her as he pulled off soaked knickers and wrapped her legs around his waist, as she pulled him to her and kissed him. As she kissed down to his throat, with him pressing her into the wall, they both moaned softly together as she fed, and he came hard. She turned him to the wall as she unwrapped her legs, kissed his lips and walked away, the burning need for blood, and the ache low in her abdomen sated, for now.
She kept walking, pausing at a rest room to clean up and then went to a discreet door off a side street in Darlinghurst. The door opened at her knock, and she stepped inside, going to a private room. The man looked up as she entered, he smiled, ordering her to strip, and chained her between ceiling and floor, and acquainted her once again with Ezruli’s darker side…
As the dream receded, punctuated with pleasure and pain, she looked into the dark at a pair of black eyes that looked back into hers. The chocolate voice speaks softly, slowly, calling to mind cigar smoke, and dark nights, pleasure so strong its painful….
“Ya need me, Ceri girl…. None of them are showing ya me….”
“I know….” Her voice almost breaks
“Ye changing girl…. Not so much of the left handed path now… the path of Self… when you call to your god you call me….” The body presses against her and ceri can’t move in the dream, as the coiling hunger starts to turn. A hand strokes across her forehead, drawing her head back against the shoulder and the hands stroke down her as images flash like lightening around her…..
….. a thick dark jungle, with steam in the air and a storm overhead….. the smell of cigar smoke….. naked before Kincaid… Akuete drowning her to teach her rain….. Nicolette in her arms….. Claude walking her into the private club he visits... Throat bared, fangs in it, suckling on her…. Chained to a frame as the whip falls…. Pleasure as sharp as pain…. The storm breaks around her and she sinks back into the dark…..
