G: Haunted...

NC-17 (Explicit Sexual/Graphic situations described)

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INKLING: Marina sat surveying the final re-establishment of her room’s order… if one can give order to chaos, that is, at 11:30 PM…

The dulcet tones of Amanda Palmer’s ‘Runs in the Family’ floated up from the laptop as she finished… le sigh… FINALLY…

Everything had its place certainly… poster of Betty Page straddling the diesel engine block… The BC Rich Warlock ‘Spider’ sitting up against her amp and effects board… Various schematics, curled into rolled, scroll-like sheaths… and of course, the multiple stacks of tech manuals and reference texts for Physics, Mechanical Engineering, Chemistry, and Electronics, lording their respective corners of the work desk, and stalwartly guarding the laptop in their center…

A place for everything, and everything in its place… except for one teensy, tiny detail… HERSELF

Marina felt she really ought to have someone there right now… but she wasn’t sure… She understood the constraints of others requisite schedules, most definitely… and the incidence of her awakening had been at least ushered in by that gorgeous pallid face of Tat… but there was another, wasn’t there?… ohhhh yes another… an inextricably linked to the first.. This, Marina knew without a doubt.. and truly, she had no aims on ‘stealing’ someone’s significant other… only perhaps… borrowing them… temporarily… long enough to explain the contents of a very particular poem…

One had seen it so far, Tatyana… but no others, not yet… Marina had made a point of copying the poem from memory to a more resilient piece of parchment paper, in and of itself not a strange thing… her entire collective works of personal writings rested in such hardy environs in a large notebook, tucked safely away from sight and defined search. But further, it was again rendered to a separate piece of the same paper, for the perusal of one who was locked in Marina’s head as somewhere between audaciously delicious, subtly terrifying, and above all… inextricably connected to Tat… Cordelia Frost.

To say that both Tatyana and Cordy had indelibly left an impression on Marina would have been to compare the effect of a fresh bottle of Nitro Glycerine struck with a hammer to a toy cap pistol. She felt something abyssally deep for them both fiercely, and would never seek to separate them from each other by her actions… BUT… isn’t there ALWAYS a BUT in there somewhere?.. right.. not the point.. anyway.. It was Marina’s assertion that since Tat knew how she felt, then Cordy must be made aware as well… it was only fair, after all…

The folded piece of parchment cast a swelled framing within the envelope in Marina’s lavender hand. Within its calligraphic scrawl laid words as true as her particalized systemic heartbeat….

I can wish for the whole of you

Only for the briefest time

But the simple act of waiting

Tears right through this soul of mine

I will wander ‘round in circles

At the memory of your touch

A slight return and I would burn

From what you gave so much

There are never satiations

That can crush this thirst inside

When the merest thought upon you

Triggers hunger I can’t hide

It’s a ceaseless brutal gnawing

For the pressing of your skin

Of the shaking taking my breath

Lust is far too pale a sin

With the world around me seething

I can only hold my frame

And when lapse of you is torture

I can only suffer out your name

I don’t hold an expectation

Though I’m famine for your call

I won’t pull you from the others

No matter how I want to fall

If something in you passes

Some kind of tender thought to me

You already know my answer

And already hold my key

~:: Just next door… right.. never mind it’s waaaaaaay late .. and that Tat might be there.. she already knows… gods Cordy might freak… no, it’s just got to be explained is all… maybe I should have brought a chart?… a Powerpoint presentation?… maybe chocolates?.. a year’s supply of K-Y?… dammit the poem will just have to suffice … right.. and we’re walking… annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnD…::~

knock knock knock-ock-ock… knock knock

‘Shave and a haircut’… oh yes.. very classy…

The Amethyst Amazon stood in the hall, bearing only the envelope and herself, wearing a long, black nightie t-shirt with a low-slung neckline, which bore the ‘Suicide Girls’ logo in vibrant fuscia below a dour, yet lovely female face and bare shoulders, cast around her tall, lilac frame… and waited…

Message 1 of 15. [#35511]

Summary: Inkling gets everything back in order in her room, then goes to see Whisper about a certain… poem…

Where: GD301==>302;

When: Late Night, Jul 24, 2010;

OOC: DG mentioned…

Amanda Palmer, ‘Runs in the Family’:

http://tinyurl.com/29cbd3w

Tags: WHISPER

WHISPER: Another busy night to cap another busy day. A few muscles were still sore from the Danger Room exercise. But Cordelia was nothing if not a creature of habit. So long as she could stand, she could work. And a very… anticipated package had come in the mail today. She hadn't abandoned her original intent for fashion. That was why the employees of Frost were to wear… very… unique uniforms.

The ensemble started with a black leather corset. With just enough of a gap between the leather halves to be nearly, oh so very nearly obscene. With black ties keeping it in place, along with pasties and… well a whole lot of faith. Next in the delightfully sinful look was a black pair of leather panties. Pulled up past her knees were a pair of long boots, along with a slight hint of fishnet stockings. And of course, there were a pair of opera gloves. This was the basic waitress attire. But Cordelia's came with an extra, to mark her as the top dog in her club. A long, flowing black cape, with black feathers around the shoulders.

She had tried it on, and was quite pleased with the look. She'd ordered them in two colors, for the clubs theme, Black and White. She'd even had a white version made for Emma. Her reverie in the mirror was broken, leaving her to wonder who it was rapping at her chamber door. She decided whomever it was, she would play with them a bit. She grabbed the final peice, a black riding crop, and marched to the door, She opened it, standing there like some demon from heaven, or an angel from Hell.

"Ah, Marina," she purred. "Do come in."

Message 2 of 15. [#35513]

Summary: WHISPER tries on the shipment of "uniforms" for her club (bearing a familiar motif) before welcoming Marina to her lair.

With: INKLING, WHISPER

Where: GD301==>302;

When: Late Night, Jul 24, 2010;

OOC: EPIPHANY tagged for mention.

Tags: INKLING, EPIPHANY

INKLING: The approach of steps on carpet from the other side of the door let Marina know the occupant was in… and thankfully, up as well. As the portal opened however, the lower jaw of the Violet Vixen hung open for a moment before her tongue tip slid to the mid-point of her upper lip, and the grin took up residence. Marina walked in without much hesitation, although keeping her ebon eyes locked on the younger Frost’s curves. Once inside the doorframe’s border, she bit her lower lip a bit.

“Okay… first off… godsthat’ssexy… second…” The Amaethyst Amazon fanned herself briefly with the envelope, and leaned back to let her weight close the door, licking her lips gently.

“There was a second thing in there somewhere…” The coal-black eyes flitted to the paper in hand and she added, “..oh right… yeah.. THIS is for you.” She held out the envelope for Cordy to peruse.

“Just… hear me out for a minute. I know it’s late… I know you’re…” The ebon eyes slid to the riding crop.. then the exposed sections leading from Cordy’s hips, “…probably busy, getting ready to umm… 'entertain'… But like I mentioned in the DR earlier, I needed to talk to you… to show you that…” Marina’s eyes dropped momentarily, adding, “I.. really… need you to read that… it’s a bit more than just… haunting me, Cordy. What’s in there… is about you… and Tat…. and I swear I’m not gonna get between you two. Not what I ever want… but…”

Marina’s lavender tresses hung like a loose curtain to either side of her face. “I have something stuck in me Cordy… something I got from you, and Tat, and every other person I’ve ever been with… like I how I was with you 2 that night in the hotel…”

Marina straightened against the door and brought her head back up, arching slightly, causing her prodigious bosom to strain the ‘SG’ taut between the twin purple peaks under the fabric layer.

“Just read that… please…” she said softly, stroking a cool set of lavender digits across Cordy’s jaw line. “I need you to know…”

Message 3 of 15. [#35514]

Summary: Marina enters and surveys Cordy's accoutrements of choice for a moment, then hands her the envelope, and tries to explain her reason for the visit…

With: INKLING, WHISPER

Where: GD301==>302;

When: Late Night, Jul 24, 2010;

OOC: DG mentioned

Tags: WHISPER

WHISPER: So this must have been how it felt to be in power. Good god, it was intoxicating. Taking in the violet vixen's not so subtle glances. The outfit was sure doing its job. Attract attention. That would increase tips, and general spending. Which would be a big plus for her business. And tonight… it was already paying dividends.

She took the envelope and opened it, carefully, and silently, reading the contents. It was… surprising well done, much better than the teen angst she was used to receiving from admirers.

She looked up to the amethyst amazon's round face, contemplating just how to put this. Seeing her nervousness, her arousal, her need, all rolled into one barely constrained package was quite the allure. And her touch practically screamed her aching desires.

"Marina, lets get something straight," she said, her tone teasingly stern. "Tatyana and I love each other. But we never have, and never will be, exclusive." She let her lips curl into a smirk. "If you want to climb into bed with her, go right ahead."

She brought the riding crop up to her violet lips, tracing them with the leather. "Don't think of yourself as the third wheel… think of yourself as… the third wheel of a very sexy tricycle." She pulled away from Marina and set the envelope on her desk. then she walked, sauntering her hips the whole way, to her radio. She turned it on, a nice, slow beat.

"But if you feel the need to repent… how about you entertain me," she said. "A lapdance and striptease will do… for a start."

Message 4 of 15. [#35516]

Summary: WHISPER plays Queen with Marina.

With: INKLING, WHISPER

Where: GD301==>302;

When: Late Night, Jul 24, 2010;

OOC: DG mentioned

Tags: INKLING, DEAD GIRL

INKLING: Marina took in Cordelia’s reactions with a steady gaze. Affirmations of what the Lavender Lass knew… and the plucking resolve of Cordy… not freaking… not telling her to get out and clocking her mauve tresses with the riding crop…

The point to ‘tricycle’ was made, bringing forward the grin once more, melting the cautious tension resting in her lilac frame.

“That… makes things a lot easier, Cordy… ”

Marina’s locks swung slowly forward, registering the rhythm of Garbage’s ‘#1 Crush’.. the explicit version…

I would die for you

I've been dying just to feel you by my side, to know that you're mine

“Repent huh?” She said, slowly arching off the wall, locking her ebon orbs on Cordy’s frame, and every swing of her lithe hips. “..and me without my rosary…” she trailed a set of purple fingers down the center of her abdomen, taking slow, measured steps toward the darkling. “…gods what you could do to me with those beads in the right places…”

I would cry for you

I will wash away your pain with all my tears, and drown your fears

A curling clockwise turn from a mid-step threw her tresses back and out, settling with a sharp stop and Marina’s long right thigh hugging around Cordy’s hip.

I will pray for you

I will sell my soul for something pure and true, someone like you

Marina locked her half lidded gaze to the darkling’s with her fingertips barely flitting across the fair skin, running the edges of Cordy’s ribs and flicking them loose as Marina bent backward… arching her bosom skyward and head back for the benefit of Cordy’s view….. back up.. and allllllllll the way back again…

See your face every place that I walk in

You will believe in me, and I will never be ignored

Marina’s hands slid to her hips, trailing the black nighty shirt upward and off at the same rateas she rose back up, to come level to Cordelia’s eyes…

I will burn for you

I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart, and tear it apart

A defined hold settled to the shaft of the riding crop, bringing the tip to her purple lips.. and ever so softly… running the purple tongue along the striking end… never letting her gaze shift from Cordelia’s…

I will lie for you

I will crawl on hands and knees until you see, you're just like me

Marina descended, sliding her abdomen over Cordy’s thighs, drifting the tips of her purple peaks softly behind, then turning counter-clockwise on one knee and rising inexorably slowly, rubbing the taut lavender rump up to meet Cordy’s hips…

Violate all the love that I'm missin'

You will believe in me, and I can never be ignored

“So Cordy…” The Amethyst Amazon drawled gently over her shoulder, guiding one of the opera-gloved fingers to her pelvic ridge, and nudging her rump into the pale hips “Is that what you had in mind?” Marina sent her arms upward in invitation to let Cordy’s hands roam, and letting the song play out…

I would die for you

I would die for you

Message 5 of 15. [#35526]

Summary: Inkling takes in Whisper's reply, and complies with the request…

With: INKLING, WHISPER

Where: GD301==>302;

When: Late Night, Jul 24, 2010;

OOC: Song: http://tinyurl.com/c8vtwv

Tags: WHISPER

WHISPER: Well, the dance certainly wasn't bad. Not on the level of a professional, true, but considering the subject she could forgive it. After all, she was bereft of entertainment for the evening, and Marina was certainly a welcome addition to her stable of bed-mates. Of course, she was also thinking of getting her and Tatyana together again for another night of pleasurable fun.

Ah, teenage hormones and an utter lack of scruples.

"Partly," the daughter of darkness replied, licking her lips slowly. "Little Marina, that's only half of your punishment." She grinned wickedly, slipping easily into a dominatrix role. With Tatyana, she normally ended up the submissive one. But Marina seemed to have the opposite effect on her. She pulled away, looking at those heaving violet orbs.

She descended roughly, almost violently. Her lips wrapped around one dark violet nipple, biting down and stretching it out, then letting go. Then it was the other niiple's turn, suckled and pulled, then let go. "Go to the bed," she ordered. "Climb onto it, all fours, facing away." She had some fun planned for the violet voxen. To hurry her on, she cracked the riding crop sharply against her pert purple posterior. "Move it… or mistress will get angry."

Message 6 of 15. [#35566]

Summary: WHISPER plays dominatrix to INKLING.

With: INKLING, WHISPER

Where: GD301==>302;

When: Late Night, Jul 24, 2010;

Tags: INKLING

INKLING: The notes filtered out while Cordelia seemed to take more of an assertive, controlling aspect… having her take the lead, Marina had to admit, was plucking up a desirous flurry of thoughts… How far would Cordy press?… How hard would the darkling bring the eventual luscious joy-spasms through her lavender frame…

Marina’s mouth parted, letting up a soft sigh before intaking a harder stream of air through her teeth, as the tips of her prodigious bosom were taken to task.

“ uhhhhhHHHHhh-h-h-h-hgods…. y-yes….” she moaned, lightly drifting a hand through Cordy’s dark locks. The ‘bites’ had cued her eyelids to closing, and her full, lilac lips went wider, with her head dropping back slightly.

Her urge was to grab the hair and pull Cordy into her chest for more… but that’s not how this worked was it?… Marina forced her hand open, and the ebon eyes drew slowly open… fixing to Cordy’s face.

Directions… right… ignore the urge to dive straddle the darkling right there and pump her for all she was worth…

A slight aroma of arousal rose as Marina listened and nodded her understanding, only briefly leaning in to Cordy’s ear and purred… “…safeword… aardvark….” before sending a teasing lap to the pale earlobe.

Marina straightened slowly, drifting her fingers over her purple abs and walking backwards to have her calves contact the bed. She sat, stretching backward with her arms above her head, and arched slightly to display her frontal assets, then turned over. She clutched at the top sheets with both hands firmly, then drew her legs underneath, separated slightly and arching her taut, lavender rump upward. She cast a half-lidded eye-lock back to Cordy, lightly licking her lips in expectation… then settled her head level with the mattress facing away.

“Ready… mistress…” she cooed…

Message 7 of 15. [#35571]

Summary: Inkling catches onto the premise of the 'game', and takes up position as directed…

With: INKLING, WHISPER

Where: GD301==>302;

When: Late Night, Jul 24, 2010;

Tags: WHISPER

WHISPER: The last time that Marina and Cardelia were in an intimate position, it had been Marina doing the penetrating and Cordelia, as well as Tatyana, receiving. And it had felt good, very good, but if left Cordelia wishing that night she could give Marina the same sensation. Granted, penetration wasn't required for orgasm, but there were few things in this lift that beat a good g-spot stimulation.

She waited until Marina was looking away, before bending down and removing only the little black panties from her outfit. She stepped towards her little box of treasures and pulled out one of her toys. It was a long, thick double-ended dildo with a harness. She inserted her end, letting out a small gasp, then hooked the harness around her waist.

Then, like a predator stalking her prey, she approached the violet vixen's back end. "Mmm… don't you have the cutest little tush?" she cooed. She reached over and caressed it lightly and she scooted over towards it. Shame she didn't have any lube on hand, she'd love to give her rear end a thorough pounding. Maybe next time.

She positioned herself behind Marina, holding her hips and pulled her back, impaling the mauve maiden on the sleek black toy. She wasted no time getting started, thrusting her hips back and forth, pumping the purple poppet, letting out a few gasps as the friction started inside of her as well.

Message 8 of 15. [#35661]

Summary: WHISPER gets the party started.

With: INKLING, WHISPER

Where: GD301==>302;

When: Late Night, Jul 24, 2010;

Tags: INKLING

INKLING: Marina drew a long, slow, expectant breath inward… She could hear Cordy fiddling with some things in the background, and her first inclination was to look back… but she stopped herself. The ‘not-knowing’ was pulling a delicious tinge of excitement through her… just as her not presuming any control beyond the ‘safeword’ was plucking up a defined erotic drive over her awareness…

The sounds alone were bringing a shiver…gentle clinking implied chains possibly… the tensing stretch settling in place from something that resembled… possibly leather, and the soft gasp behind her… hinting at something…

As the soft steps came closer, and the the caressing stroke swept over her pert, purple posterior, it brought up a heavy breath out of her reply… Marina groaned slightly, raising her rump further up and lowering her head onto the bed.

An instinctive shudder of her lilac hips met Cordy’s warm gloved hands. As she was drawn sharply back, Marina’s full, lavender lips parted widely in a harder gasp,

“…UH-H-H-H-H yes!”

The first thrust found an anchoring purchase into her, slicking around the tool’s tip… the next struck further… deeper still.. the third hit hard into her lavender depths, sinking to the hilt…

Marina’s eye’s squeezed shut, as an involuntary moan welled up for each luscious drive Cordelia cast into her…

Her mauve tresses splayed across before her as Marina’s teeth latched a hard bite into the sheets, clutching the fabric fervently in her tight fists. Her hips began shifting backward to meet the shaft’s plummeting dives in ever greater determination… her rump hitting Cordelia’s pelvic ridge and bringing an upsprung, desirous growl with each strike in.

“…h-harder… mistress… please… ” she whimpered, sending her knees wider to present more access..

Message 9 of 15. [#35675]

Summary: Inkling accepts the 'party- favor' with deep gratitude…

With: INKLING, WHISPER

Where: GD301==>302;

When: Late Night, Jul 24, 2010;

Tags: WHISPER

WHISPER: Her end of the toy wasn't the only thing giving Cordy pleasure. She loved being dominant, and Marina was doing a good job at being a sub. She'd honestly expected her to be less capable, considering her abilities made her uniquely able, for a woman, to be the penetrating partner without the need for toys, or her own fingers.

But her little begging whimper, pleading for more, told Cordelia she was going to be her kind of fun. "More? You want more?" she teased, thrusting hips hips back and forth, colliding rhythmically with Marina's backside. She grabbed a hold of Marina's hips, using them to brace herself as she continued to plow into the Mauve Maiden's rump.

"I always knew you were a little purple slut," she said huskily, ignoring, as much as she could, her own pleasure to retain an authoritative tone. "Isn't that right Marina? You're a big, purple whore. And there's nothing you like more than being fucked hard."

She licked her lips, relishing in the opportunity to talk dirty. Not that Tat didn't mind some dirty talk, but recently their own liasons had gone for passionate love fests to sweet, tender love making. And she enjoyed it too, far more than she'd admit. But sometimes, she needed someone new to make scream.

Message 10 of 15. [#35768]

Summary: WHISPER continues to give INKLING something to appreciate.

With: INKLING, WHISPER

Where: GD301==>302;

When: Late Night, Jul 24, 2010;

Tags: INKLING

INKLING: The question of ‘more’ from Cordelia met with a throaty, open-mouthed moan in response. Marina knees drifted a simultaneous path to nearly meet Cordy’s calves, with her own, crossed and pressing from behind the darkling’s thighs. Marina began bucking far more harshly, and adding an upward grind.

“YES MISTRESS!

The harder language wasn’t expected, but Marina was considering it more a condition of Cordy’s deep, penetrating committal to her ‘part’ in this exchange. The words did not wound… they added a sharpness to the thrusts… with each in-drive, the words’ effect made the Violet Vixen reactively ‘clamp’ her folds… causing that much more hold along long, slickened shaft wrecking luscious havoc upon her core. Any vocal affirmation of Cordy’s queries were returned only as a series of brusque, passionate cries…

A gasp of solid, raw intensity bore up from Marina’s throat… then another, marking the depth to which Cordelia was driving Marina toward overload… On each stroke in, the quaking passing under the darkling’s gloves fingers and against her groin picked up a wild, chaotic pace… Marina’s groan turning to more of a defined growl as her lavender tresses thrashed against the bed.

“…godsyes….c-cor-..de-.li-..UhHHHH-H-H-H-H-HUHHHHMMMmmmm!”

Marina’s back went into a deep, lasting arch…the pulses of her release flooding through like liquid lightning, and still grinding with a harsh abandon as she soaked the shaft into a new, warm slickness… Her hands shot back to latch Cordelia’s hold, pressing the gloved digits into her hip’s surface…

Message 11 of 15. [#35798]

Summary: Inkling finds herself driven harder…

With: INKLING, WHISPER

Where: GD301==>302;

When: Late Night, Jul 24, 2010;

Tags: WHISPER

WHISPER: Cordelia had always been slightly competative in everything she did. It was a condition of growing up a member of the dysfunctional Frost family. Each Frost was expected to try and outdo the other. If one drove up in a Porsche, you better get a Jaguar. If one treated herself to a million-dollar manicure… well in that particular case Cordelia bedded the manicurist. Which lead to her this, Cordelia's competitiveness in sex. She hated orgasming first, as she felt it was a little concession to the superior skills of her lover.

So when Marina, whom she'd never known to be quiet in bed, quite forcefully released, Cordelia felt no small amount of pride in her skills. She didn't stop at that, continuing to thrust away at the Mauve Maiden's backside, now looking for her own release. The toy embedded in her jostled and moved, until it slowed. And a wicked idea came to her mind.

"Oh Marina, you loose," she grinned. "You came first." She pulled out and pushed Marina down, so her rump was now pronounced in its elevation. "Which means I get the prize." She pushed Marina's end of the toy into the Violet Vixen's ample ass, pushing it slowly into the tiny hole until it was fully embedded, and the darkling Frost continued her plowing of her shared partner.

Message 12 of 15. [#35863]

Summary: WHISPER takes the road less traveled.

With: INKLING, WHISPER

Where: GD301==>302;

When: Late Night, Jul 24, 2010;

Tags: INKLING

INKLING: Competition was not an unknown to Marina. It was simply that she had more of a sense of completion by achieving a goal than a desire to race for it. The succulent quaking rendered into her frame felt nothing like ‘losing’ in any case… And Cordy’s skill at bringing her to this shuddering, unending explosion of joy-spasms was testament unto itself. Marina panted out her approval in hard huffs with each stroke,

“…yes mistress… godsyescordy….”

Her lavender digits clawed at the pale hips for a surer hold, even as her upper torso and head were pushed down.

“..godscordy…don’t stop… please..” she pleaded shakily as the love-tool was shifted out, headed for targets unknown.

The collective treatment was a bit rougher than Marina… no… ‘expected’ was too solidified a concept… no expectation had existed in the Violet Vixen’s mind when she’d agreed to the coital exchange with the delectable darkling… THIS… was new territory… and the ‘not knowing’ aspect of it was plucking up all sorts of reactive ‘nerves’, both physical and emotional, that Marina hadn’t previously explored… to the point… letting someone else take total control like this… down deep in her core… was something she liked… perhaps more than she could admit…

Some parts of Marina’s anatomy, as Cordelia might be unaware, were less strictly functional… case in point, the current ‘target area’ the darkling was aiming for was more of a ‘surface divot’ than the access point Cordy had perceived… it didn’t lead to anything… thank goodness for malleable mauve body structures… new territory indeed…

“AH!… aardv…aardva… uhhhhhhhmmmMMMMmmmm!”

Marina had tried to signal with the ‘safeword’, but the probing strike was half-way in before she could complete it… Marina bit down hard on the sheets, her ebon eyes rolling slightly as she settled her membrane to allow the tool’s entry…

“..yes… mistress..”

The pair of lavender hands slipped into tendrils… all ‘bets’ being considered off at this point… The pair of pseudopods snaked back, rubbing the taut, pale rear in long strokes before diving inward. The petals of Cordy’s orchid were deftly pulled into a suckling hold, focused on the inner lining, with the sensation of 4 dozen tongues lavishing their way to her crown … fixing over it… enwrapping it… and finally, rending an explosion of concentrated, languid lapping to the fleshy nub.

Message 13 of 15. [#35886]

Summary: Inkling decides she needs to share the ‘new territory’…

With: INKLING, WHISPER

Where: GD301==>302;

When: Late Night, Jul 24, 2010;

Tags: WHISPER

WHISPER: Cordelia was not unintelligent by any means. Really, when it came to business acumen and planning, she was probably second only to her elder sister. For someone her age, she had all the makings of a future billionaire. But anatomy was an unknown to her. Especially one as alien as Marina Rookfeather's. She didn't know that, until she'd rearranged her anatomy, that Marina's "back door" was non-functional. Indeed, barely even there.

Had she known, she might not have rammed into there so insistently. As it was, she could hear Marina struggling for the "safe word." She prepared to pull out, but then before she could, she heard Marina give a more affirmative response.

Followed by those tentacles. Those lovely, lovely tentacles. Dear gods, maybe legions of geeky Japanese writers were on to something with those whole tentacle porn thing. She felt those lips rubbing against her insides. Like a multitude of tongues pleasuring her. Almost like a particularly vivid fantasy she had once upon a night's dreaming, that caused her to need to change her sheets the next morning.

"Ah sweet fuck, Marina," she gasped out. "I forgot… how… how… ow… oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" She never managed to finish her thought, as she was caught in a wave of pleasure. A messy, tentacle-soaking wave of pleasure. "Oh shit… " she giggled and fell back.

Message 14 of 15. [#35891]

Summary: WHISPER followes the road to its end.

With: INKLING, WHISPER

Where: GD301==>302;

When: Late Night, Jul 24, 2010;

Tags: INKLING

INKLING: The warmth of Cordy’s release hit Marina’s tendrils in luscious unison with the darkling’s voice. As the Frost fell back, the tool’s withdrawal brought a soft groan from Marina. She drew her tendrils that lay against the backs of the pale thighs taut to coax Cordy into a softer descent. Once she was down, The Lavender Lass rose her head… slowly, tentatively drawing herself around to face the recovering bringer-of- the core-deep- riot, and retracting her hands back into ‘normal’ form.

“It’s no wonder…” Marina whispered in a heated drawl, “…Tat just loves you to death… in her case, beyond…” She was still shuddering slightly as Marina drew her hands up across Cordy’s upper thighs, laying a trail of soft, almost worshipful kisses, as she slinked her way up. The hard tips of her purple peaks drifted behind, briefly bordering the toy’s shaft, hugging it within her cleavage as the lilac tongue made it to the divot of Cordelia’s navel, circling it slowly before heading north.

“So…” The Violet Vixen continued, “…what else does Mistress want of me?” Her lips had taken to plucking across Cordy’s cleavage and nibbling her way up her throat. Her lavender digits raked a soft parallel path up the pale ribs as Marina’s full lips found their way to Cordy’s. The contact was not a kiss, but more Marina running her lower lip across Cordelia’s, her coal-black eyes set into a fixed, half-lidded molten intensity. “After all… I’m guessing just once is not enough… not for you…” she cooed.

Marina’s hips ground into a slow nudging grind between Cordy’s thighs, while she ran her teeth against Cordy’s jawline.

“So tell me… what does Mistress desire?” she inquired, a heady lilt resting in her heated tone.

Message 15 of 15. [#35892]

Summary: Inkling rides the afterglow, and inquires further…

With: INKLING, WHISPER

Where: GD301==>302;

When: Late Night, Jul 24, 2010;

Tags: WHISPER

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