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Cole Callidora BOT 11-Sep-23 09:03 PM
I struggled to stay focussed. Swaying branches of scratchy wide leafed maple slapped my face in an attempt to help. Had it been three days? For the first two moons hardly anything happened within the old house. The moment I had gained confidence to sneak inside the very person whose presence was to be avoided left the building in a flurry. At the time I’d been peaking around the corner of her home in a final scouting peep before making a dash for entry. Her exit caught me my such surprise that she’d almost discovered me. My escape had been aided by a low hanging branch, and thus my new home was this old tree. A few things were of paramount concern. First: Why hadn’t her scent tickled my nose until in eye sight? Second: Why did nobody tell me the West’s most powerful dead vampire hunter had a daughter? Seems pertinent information to share when you continually mention his domicile as a trove of information. Rather predictably the people hellbent on destroying us housed more text on our kind than anyone else. Few knew of the old hunter’s death, but I had crossed his path years ago. Peculiarly our meeting hadn’t been one of blood, but a parley of sorts. In those years I still held close ties to Florence, and thus we found ourselves on two opposite sides of a war table. It didn’t matter anymore. Dead people don’t have opinions. Well, in very few scenarios do their words matter. Still, it’d have nice been to know his daughter still clung to his bright cave like a lost lamb. It’d be sad if it wasn’t so concerning. What did she know? What blasted materia was she harnessing to mask her scent so? Being snuck up on was an experience I hadn’t suffered in years, and the paranoia of our first encounter already had me throwing glances over my shoulder. Who would sneak up on an ancient prowling beast in a tree, and more importantly, when will this stupid bitch come home? @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 11-Sep-23 09:25 PM
My fucking fingers hurt. Why did nobody tell me that making arrows day in and day out was going to be such hard work? In hindsight it probably should have been obvious but the old man had made it seem like such a fun and easy job at the time that I had fallen for it. I suppose I should be grateful, I make a good amount of money off of what I do make and if it weren’t for him I wouldn’t be so skilled in the craft. Not to mention the money that I make off the books selling pure silver arrows and a variety of different toxins meant to kill all sorts of creatures. Another sip of coffee and a heavy sigh were had before I got back to work. I only had a few more things I needed to get done and then I would be home free. Next time I won’t put off an entire custom order for almost an entire week before starting on it. Whoops. The ride home was probably my favorite part of the day, aside from the fact that I knew dinner wouldn’t be waiting for me anymore. Eventually the ache of losing the old man would ease but today definitely wasn’t going to be that day. At least I still have all of his things to remember him by, and god is it a lot of things. Anxious habit had me reaching up on the drive to slide the small vial on my necklace back and forth. I had been doing it since he gave it to me on my thirteenth birthday. ’Never take this off. It’ll keep you hidden.’ It wasn’t until my eighteenth birthday that he told me what he had been talking about. .
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Sure it would have been nice to know that I belonged to a long line of vampire hunters a little earlier in my life but I understood why he had kept it from me. He wanted me to have a life that was just for me for at least a little while and those first eighteen years were fun. All of the archery practice made a lot more sense once he told me though, and so did all of his weird so-called superstitions. The gravel of the driveway pulled me out of my thoughts when I made it home and when I stepped inside I went straight to the couch to sit down. I say sit loosely, it was more of a dramatic flop. “Fuck I’m tired.” @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 11-Sep-23 09:52 PM
Six. Fucking. Hours. After countless years of skulking, hiding, and biding time this vampire still hates the act of waiting. Drive a cartoon stake through me and pin my cackling corpse to the wall, I’ll take torture over loitering any day. It didn’t help that no forest creature will come near me. Not even the fucking flies find my jacket worth the time. Tracing inked flowers on my left hand and then following tattooed seams up my arm gifted me enough distraction to not go totally mental. Nobody tells you that being a godless husk of death robs you the pleasure of squishing bugs. When she pulled into the driveway I’d have sighed if rotten lungs let me. Truthfully I had heard the annoying rumbling of her motor miles off, but waiting had a weird way of making me doubt every approaching noise as a false alarm. What if it had been her neighbor? In the last house of the gulley? You never know with these country types. Some of them will take their asinine pickup trucks miles into the middle of nowhere. I wouldn’t be surprised if another two hundred years they get one on the fucking things on the moon. Has a vampire ever been to the moon? There was the prick who flew back in France, but the flashy ones always get nabbed. The woman entered her house faster than the morning’s exit. Is she in a hurry or is this bloodless lamb that excited to be home? Typically bloodlust was no more an urge than any other time, but being unable to pique her scent was annoying. Desperation urged me to lunge from the tree and part her neck like a dog toy. Would it still be scentless when spraying thin vapor trails across her property? I bet the slimy stuff would taste better licked form her old man’s driveway anyway. It’d be an easier dinner than most. But what if she knows more tricks?
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Falling three stories from sure Maple should be a loud endeavor, but my mass struck the ground with a snowflake’s impact. Only a few crunching leaves betrayed my landing, and I rose with a slow postural climb of confidence. Every sensory of mine was on overdrive searching for hidden harms. Wouldn’t a professional hunter know the signs of a silent forest? That must have been why her entrance had been so quick. The realization sent me into a low crouch, and with the finesse of a thousand year cat I crawled with death’s pace to her house’s side. Let’s see if daddy taught his little girl how to dance with demons. @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 11-Sep-23 10:05 PM
Routine took over after a short ten minutes of allowing myself to rest and I got to work cleaning up the mess that I had left this morning. In my hurry to get out of the house fifteen minutes past when I was supposed to, I may have torn apart the entire kitchen looking for my favorite coffee cup. It kept it hottest the longest and it was my favorite to take to work on the days I knew I was going to need an extra boost. Of course it ended up being in the clean dishwasher, which was the last place I checked. It didn’t take me too long to have everything put away in its right place and for me to have dinner in the oven. Dinner being a frozen hunk of macaroni and cheese that I had pulled out five minutes prior but still, at least it was food. That needed another half hour to cook at least with how this oven worked so I set off to peel off dusty wood shaving dirtied clothes and take a shower hot enough to make Satan himself envious. It was the only thing I had found that truly melted away the stiffness from a long day of work. I had a bad habit of poor posture when I was working on the detailed bits but it always paid off in the end. .
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Once I was finished I slipped into my favorite comfy clothes which had turned into one of my dads old flannels and a pair of black sweatpants and went downstairs to wait for dinner to be done. My stomach was growling so obnoxiously that my hand ended up buried into a bag of chips as I watched the timer on the oven countdown much too slow for my liking. “Come onnnnn I’m starving!” I could hear the old man clear as day right now telling me that a watched pot never boils, and I would answer him the same as I always had. An oven isn’t a pot dad. @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 11-Sep-23 10:26 PM
It took me several minutes to clear the yard and press myself against the building. It drummed with hateful chorus, and the amount of wards etching this place was passing impressive and bordering on paranoid. Just having myself physically pressed to the thing rippled my back with gooseflesh. Setting sun did good to edge me with alien confidence, and I accepted the boost to ability whole sale. If anything went wrong I can just catapult myself through the ceiling and leap a few miles away. If the little God-bitch can keep up after that then we will actually tussle. Run away and then kick their ass may not be a noble tactic to humans, but it was without a doubt the vampire favorite. Only one window adorned this side of the house, and it’s cheap lock turned to powder beneath my clenching fist. I had braced my hand against the outside and flexed until it passed through window frame like butter. It was accompanied by a popping crunch, but no louder than a sharp cough. Stepping through the once sturdy window felt too easy, and it slid back to its original place with expert care. My brutalizing of it left gaps in the middle frame, but give me sixty more seconds and one one will be alive to care. Will her nectar taste of the same static as her scent? Now that I was inside her dusted skin cells came with a shaper smell than blood. My other pressing concern was this stupid fucking home had a dog. Why always a mutt? Are you so lost for company that you require a wired stupid beast who physically cannot hate you? It’d be sad if not so common. What am I missing about the stinky fuckers? You can’t tell me mortals don’t grow sick at the smell of their stupid pet’s face exhaust. Alone in a spare room I chuckled in the darkness at my own joke. Am I creepy? I glanced around the stranger’s things before shaking my head and pursing my lips. Nah, there are worst things out there.
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From the kitchen came the smell of rancid milk product and starch, so that must mean a biped is cooking. Although I had to admit this one had a poorer go of it then most. Should I insult her cooking before draining life via gruesome neck straw? That may be too cruel, but I was currently creeping down an unknown woman’s hallway. A good benefit to being dead is that your heart doesn’t race before a fight. However this did come with a downside of never being excited. I was a single step from rounding the corner, but I stopped just before entering the room proper. Drink? Slaughter? You’d be surprised how many lives are extended by mere seconds while I deliberate in a dim hallway. @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 12-Sep-23 09:58 AM
A small thumping noise had me perking up in the kitchen for a moment to listen and see if I heard anything else. Further away from town it could be anything from the wind to a damn bird or bat hitting a window. Upon not hearing anything else I gave a quick “Sadie you alright?”. It wasn’t like the old retriever was going to answer me but typically if she was awake she would have made her way to wherever I was. “Must be sleeping on the old man's bed again huh?” I shook my head a bit somberly, after he passed I decided to always leave the door open for her. She had always been his dog and it felt too cruel to close it off to her just because he was gone. Who knows, maybe she could still sense him in there somehow. They always say animals have a sixth sense like that. Turning back towards the counter I plopped my elbows on top of it and then perched my chin into my hands. I had stuffed the chips back into the cupboard where I scavenged them from knowing that if I didn’t stop eating I would ruin my appetite and the gourmet frozen meal would go to waste. A small laugh puffed from my lips at my own stupid joke and finally the oven beeped. “Thank god.” I mumbled before grabbing a potholder and opening the stove, the flume of hot air that hit my face had me squinting and much to my disappointment it wasn’t quite done yet, if it doesn’t have that barely burnt cheese on top it just doesn’t taste as good. .
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I really need to replace that stupid thing before I lose my mind one of these nights. I’d been struggling to get rid of the thing because it was the old mans but honestly it just wasn’t reliable. I know he’d have replaced it himself if he wasn’t always so damn busy. I swear the man worked until the day he died whether he was doing research or actually out hunting blood sucking creatures and god knows what else it was like he never stopped. Couldn’t be me, I don’t even know where or how he found so many of the creatures. As long as I had been alive I can’t even name a time that I had come face to face with one, at least that I knew of. @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 12-Sep-23 10:43 AM
I decided pulling your guts out through split throat was too fun an evil to ignore. Besides, I have seconds to pepper this kitchen with a scent that’s pleasant before you remove that hellish dish from the hotbox. With a leaping step so powerful it left a crater in the floorboard I lunged from my secluded alcove into the kitchen proper. Splinters of hardwood fluttered the ground where I had left it, and the home’s foundation shook with a sick crunch. Even this close your scent was neigh imperceptible, and the sweat you left on countertop via clammy palms was stronger. Any moment your gushing trove of candy would sieve through matted hair on that slender neck and pass through my teeth into a hungry body. I didn’t even clear the hallway arch. An impossibly powerful zap of fire rocked my body to its nonexistent soul. Unbeknownst to me a few shocking pulses of arcane energy surrounded my head and arced to the wall. Carving pathways of scarring black left trailing embers in peeling wallpaper, and after two more tumbling steps I fell to the floor with a meaty thud. I screamed the whole way down, but the sound was overlaid by two piercing voices. A true vampiric wail of pain. When my leg tried to kick outward in defensive posture it barely responded to my command. All I succeeded in doing was axe kicking a hole through the granite counter top. Finally my flailing body came to rest with my dangling leg still stuck in a cabinet. Part of my dark curly hair burned with trickles of flame, but no gore ran from this husk of flesh. It had been lifetimes since unconsciousness was gifted to me. Is this the true death? Every single molecule of my head and neck burned with pain so fierce I couldn’t move. You can be paralyzed with hurt? Your kitchen swam with hazy swirls as my entire world shrank to a penny sized dot. From behind me came the approaching paw fall of a dog.
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The very last thing I experienced before death was the fucking mutt wrapping my jacket up in his teeth and twisting my arm. @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 12-Sep-23 11:39 AM
The absolute last thing that I had expected while I was standing in the kitchen waiting for my dinner to be done was the loud sound of one of the many traps in the house going off. I could barely even process what was going on in the moment other than the destruction of my kitchen. I had been trained on how to respond to this but I never thought it would happen so instead I ducked to the floor with my hands covering my head. Dad would be so proud of me right now. Sadie came to investigate and even in her old age she took a hold of the person half stuck in the kitchen counter to try to show him who was boss. What a good dog. After a few moments of staring in shock I got to my feet and took a few steps over to investigate. I had no idea what this person could be doing in my house or what they were looking for. There was always the possibility that they were trying to hurt me since they had come into the room that I was obviously in. Still, they must not have been supernatural or the trap would have killed them in an instant. I found myself conflicted with what to do. They were obviously hurt judging by the way they didn’t even respond from the way I shoved them with my foot. “Sadie let go.” The growling old girl let go and licked her chops before sitting down a few feet back as if she was still standing guard. Nobody could ever say she wasn’t well trained. .
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“Hey” another nudge with my foot “Hey who are you? What do you want?” The lack of answering made me sigh and I made my way into the old man's study so that I could dig something up to help. I really didn’t want the death of a human on my hands considering we were never supposed to harm them. I found the salve that I needed relatively quickly thanks to the excellently organized supply we always had hidden away and came back to the kitchen to smooth it over the worst burns in your skin. “Are you alive?” @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 12-Sep-23 01:55 PM
Spinning, tumbling… falling? Oh wait, that’s just nausea. There was a sensation of reversing, but in a space only present within my mind. That was before death pushed me backwards into my own body. When my eyes opened everything spun. Between each blink objects of immediate surrounding would be located somewhere else. A beautiful woman stood above me, and if luck permitted she was probably God. Are you here to punish me? I have behaved in a rather poor manner, and I doubt our meeting will be long. Then God kicked me in the shoulder and offered an informal greeting. Manners must not extend to heaven. Are the cultures different depending which angels cloud you appear on? Things were less dreamlike and delusional when the pain caught up. A rolling fire in my body spread outward from my face, and each pulsing wave was worse than the last. It felt as if a grenade had gone off in my mouth. Were my teeth still intact? Id never heard of a vampire getting their jaw knocked loose, but it sounded unpleasant. Summoning my arm is apparently impossible and thus I floated between awkward states of reality. “Who am I.” I repeated your phrasing back without the inquisitive air. Honestly my brain was doing its best to process anything, and the mocking statement was not one of madness. Your face suggested that it landed differently, and that’s when you asked if I was alive.
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It made me laugh, which the act itself was painful. Slowly creeping history pooled back into my rattled skull. I was here to kill this cute snack and then ransack her dead father’s home. Did you know what I was? It was hard to believe daughter of Hunter Eleazar didn’t recognize a tick at first sight. This was probably my best shot at not dying, and considering none of my limbs were responding was also likely the only way in. “I.. I think so?” Lying is annoying. It delays the inevitable. You and I will fight or argue about this another time. It doesn’t take many lifetimes to grow tired of the tool and resort to more direct methods. “Everything is dark, and my head hurts.” Nothing was dark, and it was my demon fangs that ached. Oh well, I guess it was time to see if the scentless lamb can play house. @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 12-Sep-23 04:17 PM
My head cocked to the side when you repeated my question back to me as more of a statement as if a man who was caught breaking and entering really had a place to do so. Then you laughed and I only signed and started trying to clean up at least some of the mess you had made in your less than graceful fall. "Well, I'm surprised that trap didn't kill you." But the fact that it didn't at least meant you were more than likely only a human threat, that was something that was pretty easy to deal with when you had a dad like mine, and the same reason that none of the men at the bar bothered me anymore. Apparently it just takes knocking one guy onto his back to get your point across: don't mess with me. .
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I reached out a hand towards you to help you up so that I could show you to the living room and help you to the couch. I still hadn't decided if I was going to call the cops on you for breaking in yet but I could make up my mind about that while at least being more relaxed. I'm sure I would need it since I now had a kitchen to repair as well as a new stove to buy. The room I led you into was painted almost white on three walls and then a deep almost black on the one that held the fireplace. The furniture was the same shade of rich black aside from the coffee table which was a deep rich wood my father made himself when he and my mother had first gotten together. Several plants and bookshelves made their home next to the fireplace and it was a strange mix of old and modern that somehow managed to work together. I used to tease the man about how the interior looked like some place a vampire hunter would live. "So, are you going to tell me what the fuck you were doing in my house?" @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 12-Sep-23 04:55 PM
“Trap?” Moving my head took monumental effort, but cranking it to the side offered a clear view of a weaponized ward that should have killed me. Steaming bits of fluttering paper fell to the floor where swinging magic had contacted material plane. Had my head been in the middle of that? My teeth must have acted like fucking antennae for the rune-work because my entire skull still buzzed with horrendous pain. If it made me ugly there was truly no more reason to live. I already spent years covering my body with art to hide tearing teeth marks, if God took my face there was nothing left. Although, luck must be smiling on me in some way because I had yet to be staked. I was being lead to a darkened living room. At least dad had a taste for proper decor. If you had plopped me into a well lit space the charade may have ended instantly. A swimming need to explain myself clung behind every thought like moss on loose stone, and you gave me no time to formulate proper lies before demanding answers. Shit. I hate lying. My only hope was to lean on rumors of moonshining out in these parts. “I hope your not a cop, or this is going to get very awkward.” Maybe I can redirect your suspicion towards thinking I am a convict? Having Latin tattooed on my neck may help to push the disguise.
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“We were distilling two gullies over. Rival crew got us bad, and after that we all scrambled.” Still not quite enough story to justify home invasion, but hopefully it was better than ‘here to fuck-drink you, and then rob daddies library.’ Your face suggested I still needed to speak more. When I changed my mind and lunged to suck you dry via that bottom lip my body still refused to work properly. Instead I hopped a half cushion forward and almost fell on my face. It appeared more a movement of pain than malice. Great, the trap made me a cripple. “After that I got lost in the woods for a few days, and now I am really hungry. I suppose it would have been better to knock on that big door, but being a lawless shithead will muddy your outlook.” Please, please, don’t realize that this makes no fucking sense. Saying I was starving was technically not a lie, but if you offered me food this was going to get really bad. How am I so shit at making things up? I used to fuck up lies in Rome, so you think that gap of time would be enough practice. Better just put on the sultry look and go for puppy dog eyes, “Please, I am just tired. If you let me rest Ill fuck off.” Yeah lady, as soon as your blue hallway death lightning bolt lets my arm function again Ill eat your fucking face and leave. @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 12-Sep-23 05:08 PM
The fact that you seemed so genuinely surprised when I mentioned the trap that was set for I don’t even know how long made me think that maybe you weren’t completely full of shit. There was always a chance that you had no idea who my father was or who I am and that this was all somehow just one big cosmic fuck you to me getting to enjoy my dinner in peace tonight. I wonder if my mac and cheese survived in the oven. It was probably rude to check so I just left it there to die. I cocked an eyebrow when you said you hoped I wasn’t a cop because why would that be your first thought and what kind of criminal was I holding in my house right now? That thought set me on edge a little until you started to explain. I had heard a few stories about similar things happening in the gullies so it wasn’t too unbelievable. Still though it seemed odd to me that someone could end up getting lost for that long close enough to my house to find it? Despite having a few questions about everything it wasn’t too far fetched to be true. Plus, who comes out and says that they’re a criminal to a stranger? For all you knew I could call the cops right now and blow you in. .
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It seemed almost cruel to do to someone who was on the verge of falling over every time he tried to move. “Well, if you’re going to stay here what should I call you?” I wasn’t going to have some criminal in my house without at least knowing their name. And I was absolutely not going to sleep anytime soon. Those puppy dog eyes you were giving me were borderline deadly and I had to look away to stop myself from blushing. “I can make you something to eat if you’d like but I don’t have a ton to offer.” Grocery day wasn’t until friday and I’ll admit I had been slacking on getting more than a couple days worth at a time. Pretty bad habit for someone who despises going to the grocery store. @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 12-Sep-23 05:41 PM
From, ‘why are you here,’ to, ‘what’s your name,’ funny how the fluttering eyelashes always get them. In an older society they called me a ‘prettier one,’ but right now I just felt like a lying piece of shit. Even if you were able to hide the smell of your blood, I could still hear your heart rate pick up at my gaze. She thinks I’m pretty. A useful bit of information when you are twisting someone’s arm for a night’s rest. Limbs wouldn’t be the only thing twisting when I finally got to feeling better. Would that pretty cut in your eyebrow still make you feel tough after I punch through your stomach and squeeze your heart? Ill assault you in ways so unique that this house will never sell again. What horrible thoughts to have for your host, and yet I couldn’t stop the hungry need from showing in the way my gaze crawled your body. Nothing about my look said horny, but it did say ‘hungry.’ “A most courteous offer, but I’d prefer to rest before eating.” If only you knew. Your father definitely knew, will we find out how studious your big eyes were? “As for a title I go by a few, but you can call me Cole.” There would be no hand shaking, last thing we need is my ice cube fingers touching your skin. It hardly matters anyway as in a few hours you’ll be calling me ‘please stop,’ and, ‘not there!’ Now it was my turn to play interviewer, “What about you, ‘lady who doesn’t call the police on break in’s,’ how do I call for you?” I liked the wording of that. It both implies I will be summoning you, and has that creepy undertone of unrequested flirt. Being so close to someone with no blood scent is odd. I could smell the sweat between your pressed thighs and curling fingertips. Maybe humor will help? “You know, if you turn out to be a fringe killer who I happened to wander willingly toward, I prefer to be buried not cremated.” This would be cheesy if the fact it was all going over your head wasn’t so goddamn funny. “So please, no campfires, just solid caskets.”
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Eden Eleazar BOT 12-Sep-23 09:37 PM
“Suit yourself, just let me know if you change your mind. I would say help yourself to the kitchen but you’ve already destroyed enough of it that I’d rather you just stay in here.” I pouted though because a part of me was hoping you would want food just so I had an excuse to make more. My stomach was growling in protest and I had pretty much resigned myself to waiting for you to fall asleep to order myself a pizza. Another loud grumble told me that I was probably going to order it sooner rather than later. Cole. At least I had a name to the ridiculously handsome face that I was trying to ignore. A random scratch on the floor suddenly became very interesting. .
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“Eden. You can call me Eden. And don’t get any bright ideas. I can still call the cops on you if you’d like.” Honestly I should probably do that regardless of if you get any ideas I mean you did break into my house. I got up to make my way over to a closet to grab you a blanket when you made the joke about me being a fringe killer just so I could try to break some of the weird tension between us. It was sort of driving me insane just how attractive you were. “I’ll be sure to craft you the biggest pyre I possibly can then. Or maybe I’ll just eat you since you interrupted my dinner.” I tossed the blanket at you in case you got cold, or in case you were like me and just needed to be cozy to rest well. It occurred to me then that I should probably luck up the old man's room just in case I did nod off and you decided to wander around looking for who knows what. I didn’t have much that was monetarily valuable to the regular human but still. He would be disappointed in me if he knew I left his life's work vulnerable. “I’ll be right back.” I said as politely as I could before I made my way to lock the door, there were enchantments on it that would keep anyone who didn’t have the key from getting in without getting seriously hurt. @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 13-Sep-23 10:44 AM
Oh no, not the kitchen! Without it the pulsing meal-thing cannot produce more putrid filth. Whatever revolting concoction was rotting away in the obliterated room was even more prevalent without your beating heart sharing its scent. Are you some horrible creature too? After a quick flick of my gaze back toward the hallway it occurred to me that your camouflage is likely a trick. It had been what, minutes? Already this entire scenario was annoying, and still the simple act of turning my head shocked an empty torso into writhing nausea. The couch gleefully accepted my lazy lounging upon it, and after raising both muddy shoes to rest on the side I felt somewhat comfortable. Its better I didn’t taste you yet anyway as it may go to waste with how off the hall way arcana-shotgun had me feeling. Eden… That’s fucking hot. My lips moved silently to the shape of that name a few times. Did you dad do that on purpose? Ill be the sneaking devil in your family’s garden scentless lamb. Many of my peers believe things happen for a reason, and the longer we sat here talking the more this meeting convinced me so. How much more could I learn befriending you instead of ransacking this place? At the very least I’d be blessed a lesson in the shape of your body. This man can fuck people to death, and he loves to do it.
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When you left to fumble with a lock in the hallway I stewed paralyzed on your return jest. Eat me? That’d be a sight, and one a vampire hunter may be capable. Whenever metal fumbles in a stranger’s hallway its usually followed by murder, so I was hoping you reappeared without a weapon. An older acquaintance once told me that there are ranged weapons capable of killing us, but I’d been here for a while and never come across one. Although supposedly radiation works well. In the seventies after blasting monkeys with pulsed power reactors they tried a few of us, and well… that does work. Speaking of pulsing, a funneling vein of blood I my core was still very attracted to the idea of playing with a tick hunter named Eden. How could I spin this in my favor? While you were reappearing from the hallway I inquired, “So, what does God’s garden do to stay busy nowadays? @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 13-Sep-23 02:35 PM
Taking a seat on the loveseat that formed an L shape with the couch you were currently dirtying with your gross boots I pulled my legs up underneath myself and got comfortable. My mind was still on pizza when you asked what I do to stay busy nowadays as if we were old friends or something. My eyes rolled so hard at the gods garden joke that I’m pretty sure I got a glimpse of my brain back there. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard similarly phrased jokes, I got them so much in high school that I had seriously considered changing my name at one point. The only thing that kept me from doing it is when my father told me that it was my mother who chose the name. It was the one thing I had that still connected me to her so I kept it. A holy name tends to come with some kind of expectation of purity and while in some ways I suppose I still met rose to the occasion in others I definitely didn’t. After all, if everything on earth is supposedly one of god's creatures then how was it okay for hunters to slaughter some of them? After all, at one point most of them were just like us. In the beginning I struggled with that a lot, what made us different from them at that point? That was before a filthy bloodsucking monster tore my mom into pieces that were so unrecognizable they were only able to identify her by the blood left at the scene. The monster didn’t even drink all of her blood, it just killed her for fun and that’s when I decided I didn’t have any qualms about being a trained hunter anymore. .
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“I spend most of my days making arrows for people in town. It’s been keeping me pretty busy with fall rolling in and everything. Other than that I just stay busy with friends.” It wasn’t a total lie I did spend time with friends usually at least once a week but it was more so just so I wouldn’t be stuck in a house with so many memories in every room than the actual desire to see them. Truth be told I’d rather be at home with a good book and a roaring fire more often than not. @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 13-Sep-23 03:33 PM
Your face told me that my joke was not appreciated. Its not my fault that your parents named you some biblical bullshit. I’d be more than happy to go dig your dad up and ask him why he felt the need to name you that. It was lost on me the connection may be to a mother, which is sad considering how many years practice I have at reading conversations. Also much to your misfortune I like to tease people. If you didn’t relent and laugh at the joke eventually I’d likely just make your end even worse. Already my arms were flopping with a healing deliberateness. When you walked by to take a seat on the couch your sweat flared my nostrils wide in a predatory reaction of desire. You almost got bear hugged to death right there. A fletcher? You had a dexterous look about you. Kind eyes and gentle hands would be a good vessel for craftwork. You struck me as intelligent too, or at the very least strong willed. Did this interesting new friend prefer smashing through obstacles or navigating around them? If my eyes narrowed it would give me away, so instead I let them hungrily crawl your neck and shoulders. Your throat was a favorite for obvious reasons, but those shoulders would crunch like powder when used for handles. A beautiful frame held the meat of your body up, but it would all shake off in my grip like any other girl.
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At least this one had a soft couch. If I wanted to keep the lie up I needed to rest here longer, but sitting in one spot all night is incredibly boring. You would likely just kill me if asked to spend the night. How badly I wanted you to do it of your own accord. How long would it take you to realize the mistake? When our chests pressed together and my freezing skin didn’t flutter in response to yours? If not then definitely when I bit your tongue off. Oh fuck, you had been talking to me. “Work and friends. How enchanting.” Humans are so boring its gross, plus it was fun to insult you and see how much you let me get away with. A piece of drywall in your hair offered a good test of personal space. Leaning forward fast enough to get lost between a blink I plucked the broken bit out from its place. When leaning back I let my fingertips brush your throat. I know you felt the jolt of ecstasy that comes built in with that brush of skin. Once I was reclining again my face wore a sly burn. “Didn’t want you to get that crushed up in there.” Gently I set the trash on a coffee table before swallowing a blissful revelation: You do have a heartbeat. @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 13-Sep-23 07:43 PM
I swear some people have a lot of nerve. What the fuck me was the point in asking me a question just to be rude about the answer you received? As if being some low life criminal was any better than having a fairly normal existence. It's not like a person can just come out and be like 'oh and by the way I spend a lot of my free time making sure I can kill blood sucking demons before they kill someone else.’ Would you scoff at my answer if I could actually be completely honest? Judging by your complete lack of manners I’d say there was a good chance the answer to that question was a yes. “I suppose it pales in comparison to distilling in the gully and then getting lost in the woods. We can’t all be as riveting as you Cole.” The last thing that I was going to do was deal with someone who was being this rude when I was doing them the courtesy of not calling the police on them and letting them remain under my roof. .
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Of course you had to go and push me even more by leaning forward to pluck something from my hair. Normally somebody leaning that close to me would have me backing off but I practically blinked and you had already invaded my space. “What are you-” I started to ask you what you were doing when you pulled away and my words caught in my throat at the feeling of cool fingers brushing against it. Now, when I say that my name only fits sometimes this is one of those times. It’s not like I’ve never been touched at all by another person. I’ve had boyfriends and drunken kisses but the apple is still very much on the tree in this garden of Eden. The further I had ever gotten was a hand down my pants and then I panicked and left. Quite the embarrassing thing to do when almost everyone in town knows your family name and you run into the guy at the bookstore all the time. I still haven’t explained to him why I took off, probably because I don’t really know. The fact that just your fingers barely brushing against my skin like that had it raising in goosebumps was probably a warning sign that I should back off so I sat back as far in my seat as I could and swallowed hard in an attempt to ground myself. .
19:43
“My knight in shining armor, you saved me from a bit of drywall that would come out in the shower.” I already showered today but there was no reason you needed to know that. And I also didn’t want to think about it because now for some reason I was thinking about taking another one but with a very hot naked stranger in there with me. Am I fucking okay? I’m going to blame this on the fact that I’m still hungry and clearly it’s making me delusional. “Do you have anywhere to stay tonight?” The stupid words left my stupid face before I could think to stop them, I genuinely felt bad though if you didn’t have somewhere to go. The nights were getting colder by the day and you’d already been stuck in the woods. Not to mention the fact that you were hurt. What’s the worst that could happen by letting you crash on the couch for a night? Maybe I could even make another friend. @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 13-Sep-23 08:35 PM
Hide it with seething commentary all you want, but that act had turned you on. Even if the lights had only flickered a second it was enough to plant the seed. Nothing was set in stone, but there was a chance. Chances are something that can be worked with, and melding this one was a labor this idiot was interested in. There in that oddly decorated living room you became my new toy. Originally the most important task had been acquiring information, but now it was seeing you naked. The ancients would be so proud. Although it was rather typical for my kind to get distracted by soft red things. Girls had plenty of soft bits, and yours had to taste good if someone went to all this effort covering it up. .
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‘Do you have anywhere to stay tonight?’ There it was. My inner joy didn’t reach any facial features, and my mask stayed frozen in a smoldering glare of yours. I had plenty of places to stay, but the tree outside isn’t exactly my favorite. “Not unless you want to give me a ride back across the states.” Saying ‘give me a ride’ shouldn’t have effected me so easily. Tiny alarm bells were warning me of social traps. Did you have vampire murderers inbound to catch me? There was no way to test my strength without giving up the lie. Manners told me it was time to sit up and get my boots off the couch. My only retort was that I didn’t want to, and thus the muddy things stayed atop the plush surface. “This couch is really soft. I just don’t have many ways to repay you right now.” This conversation was nearing its end, and that made me sad because it meant you would leave to sleep. Sneaking up on you while resting seemed like a grip of fun, but if the hallway almost decapitated me then the rest of this place was off limits without escort. “Unless of course you really want to make friend’s, in which case I love late night chats.” Fuck me, this was going to take a thank you at the very least. “Your care to me is much appreciated, and I am in your debt Eden.” That smooth face looked mighty lickable, but I doubt pasting you with a freezing tongue would be as easy to get away with as pulling drywall. @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 14-Sep-23 10:46 AM
Across the states? This guy has clearly lost his mind. Maybe it’s from the blast he took but even then, what kind of idiot would actually say yes to that? The last thing I planned on doing was transporting a criminal across state lines, harboring one under my roof was bad enough. I felt a small pang of guilt for thinking that way when I was always taught to help people that were in need but this was different right? I mean you did break into my house somehow, which I’ll also need to deal with later. I was being nice enough. That’s what I decided to settle on in my mind as you kept your stupid muddy shoes on my couch. Now I can add cleaning the couch to my list too. How can one person make such a fucking mess so quickly? The idea of a late night chat at least gave me an excuse to not leave you unattended for a little longer and it had me moving to start a fire, my favorite part of this house had always been the fireplace. “You could repay that debt by helping fix the kitchen you half destroyed. I need the counter fixed and I was planning on getting a new oven.” I spoke as I tossed some logs into the hearth and got them lit to my liking. There really was nothing like the crackle of a fire at night, or at any time really but something about it being dark out always made it more cozy, especially this time of year. “If you’re really offering something in return of course.” I didn’t want to assume that you meant what you said about being in debt to me considering what an ass you had been about everything else so far. “And if you don’t get those damn boots off my couch I’ll finish the job that trap started.” @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 14-Sep-23 05:22 PM
Damn this freak didn’t waste a second cashing in her allowance. Mundane labor is a bit beneath me, but if purchasing some countertops and sealing them into a kitchen is what it takes then so be it. In the long run information contained within this trap ridden hell hole is worth doing some chores for a stranger. Before I got a chance to answer you threw in the little dusting over, ‘if I was serious.’ “I wouldn’t offer to help if I didn’t mean it.” It was true, but I had just broken into your house. How much of this was I getting away with because of phantom allure? It may seem fun to exude an aura of perfect charisma, but sometime it feels like cheating.
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You had let me get away with abject rudeness long enough. Planting my boots on the floor allowed us to scoot closer together anyway. Now there was only a single cushion’s worth of space separating us, and this vantage point offered a closer look of that cross face. Why do you try so hard to look mean? A tough person would have attempted my removal already. Instead you are allowing me to heal and become a problem. Assertiveness over messing the couch up wasn’t enough to fool this old creep. “We will get your kitchen fixed Eden.” Over annunciating your name was fun, and the silly godlike sound rolling these lips was neigh ticklish. With a flourishing movement a hand came to rest upon my jacketed chest. “I would sincerely appreciate you not finishing me off, and promise to fix your kitchen starting tomorrow.” There was a chance this didn’t exactly fit your schedule, but removing the conversational exit further locked my chances to be stay here longer. “I do owe you a dinner after stumbling into yours.” Already the pressing urge to murder you was shrinking. It wasn’t gone yet, and it was usually the ending chapter of being my friend, but for now this was somewhat enjoyable. There is a conquest-like flair to intruding upon this specific house, and for now it was keeping me busy “Is there something you would like to go get? Or are we skipping to the entertainment portion of tonight’s sit in?” Poking you with a stick to do something interesting may be a tad bit obvious, but I needed to summon a vehicle for flirts. “You have lots of books in here, what do you read so much about?” Navigate your job as a hunter killer you little fangless tiger, I dare you. @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 15-Sep-23 08:46 AM
I sat back down with a small huff after getting the fire lit and nodded when you said you wouldn’t have offered if you didn’t mean it. As if I was supposed to know that somehow. You certainly made a lot of assumptions for a man who was just caught breaking and entering, whether you were lost or not a simple knock at the door would have made me much less suspicious of you. Maybe. Dad always had told me not to trust any man and thus far in my life I had followed that advice relatively strictly. There was something disarming about you though that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Even if you were rude as all hell. Sitting closer to you now that you had actually gotten your boots off of my cushions had my heart rate picking up for some reason, maybe you just made me nervous. It wasn’t too often that I had company and the times that I did invite people over they were friends that I had known for years and any awkward tension had been gone just as long. “Tomorrow is great, the sooner the better.” I was definitely going to have to use the old man's truck to get the supplies home seeing as there was no way countertops were going to fit into my tiny car. It’s almost like he knew I was going to need it sooner rather than later. I swear he was psychic or something sometimes. .
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“There isn’t going to be an entertainment portion of the night Cole” It was much more difficult to over enunciate a name that only had one syllable but I was damn sure going to try anyway. I could only assume by the way you kept looking at me and the way you suggested it what you meant and there was no way in hell I would ever go there with someone like you. “I was thinking about getting pizza since I don’t have much else to cook. And as far as the books go most of the ones out here were my fathers and there's more subjects than I care to list off. I mostly read mystery and thriller fiction when I’m not browsing through his stuff though.” As much as I wanted to just make sarcastic quips back, talking about reading was one thing I could actually do for quite awhile since I spent a fair bit of time at night doing just that. “Do you read much? Or does being a criminal take up too much of your time?” @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 15-Sep-23 09:39 AM
Are we in a hurry? Your pressing concern over fixing some counters was beyond amusing. Already I could tell this plan meant I would have to sit in a car. Its beyond frustrating to know that I could carry the supplies here in a matter of minutes, but of course any obvious use of power was off the table. Although, cruising around inside a slow vehicle would give me more time to chat that ear off. Plus, if it meant your fit body was going to operate a steering wheel and clutch then these hungry eyes would get more scooping drops of flexing muscle. Would your strength be as pretty when I split it open like a boney geode? It was backed by a feisty confidence that was evident by your spitting of my name through angry lips. Oh but there is entertainment to be had. Currently my look rested on your pulsing neck, but I brought it to your face when saying, “Pizza sounds great.” No it didn’t. Id rather lick the underside of a concrete underpass then sink my mouth into cheeses and grease. . (edited)
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Thankfully you leashed us into a conversation on literature. Not interested in father’s books? This could be an in. Do you discount the life of hunting and killing? The prospect that you actually hated the dynamic of murdering monsters trickled a rare emotion into this one’s chest. It was earnest desire, but I rushed passed the feeling by answering your mean tease. “What, just because I behave in a manner the law disagrees with I can’t read books?” If only you knew how many printed letters I had consumed. Fiction hadn’t been something I’d bothered reading in a long time. “I prefer memoires and historical texts.” Fuck, that sounded so boring. Its much more interesting to say, ‘I scour old resources for insights as to why I am alienated from my own kind.’ Its lonely when even the freaks count you out. However sharing emotions is annoying, and you had just offered me a good ledge to climb up. “Do you mind if I look at them?” I let my eyes dance around the room so you knew the bookshelves were my desire. What did father the friend murdering dearest study? @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 15-Sep-23 11:39 AM
All you had to say was that pizza sounded great for my stomach to growl in protest of the lack of food and it had me tapping at my phone to order one without having to make a single phone call, the way I preferred it. Talking on the phone was my least favorite way of communication, if we weren’t face to face I’d rather just text. I set my phone down when I was done with it and it wasn’t until then that I thought I should have asked what your preferred toppings were. Oh well. I couldn’t help but laugh at your comment about the law disagreeing with your behavior, that’s one roundabout way to phrase it. Maybe there was more intelligence contained in that skull that I originally gave you credit for. .
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“Really? That sounds so.. Boring. No offense, I just can’t really get into them myself.” I had read a few different memoires of past hunters in my family and even a couple from other families and I struggled to keep my eyes open while I did. The only parts that I truly found interesting was when they would recount how the actual hunts themselves went. The rest of it was always some convoluted crap, I was really glad my father never ended up being that way. At least I didn’t think so. He was always capable and willing to have conversations that didn’t need to be leagues deep or mysterious. As far as historical texts went the only ones I ever read were ones I was forced to and even those were difficult to make it through. I didn’t care much for history, humans were doomed to repeat it because we learned far less than we gave ourselves credit for. That’s all I needed to know to not bother with it. “I don’t mind, just put them back wherever you get them from. My father kept them organized and I’d like to keep them that way.” It was partially out of respect and partially because I didn’t know exactly how he had decided to do so. “Interested in anything in particular?” @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 15-Sep-23 12:04 PM
When I attempted to rise from the couch all I got was a spinning head of shimmering lightning. The painful sensation knocked me backwards with a terrible jolt. Looks like I may actually be locked to this stupid couch for the evening. Reactively a hand shot to my temple in an effort to rub away pain. No matter how many rough revolutions of self pressing comfort I forced into my own freezing flesh nothing seemed to alleviate the buzz. Had you zapped me into stupidity? Small spurts of anger didn’t help me to feel any better, and if the rolling headache didn’t leave me by morning I might actually verge on grumpy. At least your pretty face helped alleviate some of the burning ache. .
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The burning ache which immediately ramped into an inferno of embarrassment when you called me boring. Tacking on a cute ‘no offense’ didn't make me feel any better. In fact all it did was amplify my emotions because it felt like pity. If I was capable of blushing I would, and instead I just narrowed my eyes into slits and studied your jaw structure. It wasn’t meant to be a gaze of allure, but instead let me focus on anything but wounded pride. I almost said something about good stories being contained within them, but nothing would make me explain myself to some back water hunter. Chuckling at my own inner tilt toward wounded ego I finally found something to say, “I am very interested in local history.” How do I ask, why do three killers live in this very neighborhood, and why do the people who stay here seem exceptionally keen into the art of peculiar murder? We were in the nest now, and if I shook a branch too hard daddy’s bird might peck at me. I needed more lies “My job has me moving around a lot, so I just find the tales and tragedies of upcoming towns… fascinating.” Fuck, I hope I didn't give myself away by implying this town as new. The sign outside their limits claimed it was founded over two hundred years ago. My body tensed in preparation for a nausea filled lunge. Just let it slide pretty thing. Keep talking about your books. Hopefully luck would send you on an errand to fetch such a novel for me. Perhaps I can distract, “Sorry, I’d go grab it myself but whatever…trap you had in the hallway scrambled me pretty good.” What the fuck was that anyway? Are you casting lightning bolts at me? @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 15-Sep-23 06:36 PM
The new set in your jaw told me that I might have offended you with what I said about your taste in books. I truly had only meant that I found them boring myself, but I’m sure there were plenty of people out there who would say the same thing about my taste in fiction. Even some of my best friends thought my taste was stupid, but that’s probably because they were nose deep in some sort of spine tingling smut. I had tried to read it myself a couple times but I just found myself blushing and feeling awkward the entire time even when I was alone and tucked them away for later. And by later I mean never. I would have apologized but for some reason it seemed like it wasn’t a good idea to appear soft around you. Not that I let myself show that side of me very often anyway but still. “Local history huh?” I got up from my spot on the couch to go and browse the shelves. “Well maybe that will teach you a lesson about waltzing into strangers houses. It’s your own fault that you’re hurt right now, not mine, it's there for a reason.” Granted the reason was supposed to be non-human entities but still. At least I knew that they worked. “What is it that you do for work? Do you have a legitimate job too or is it just the distilling?” I thought about making some sort of remark about how the town isn’t all that new but I supposed compared to others that surrounded it it could be considered that way. My eyes landed on a book that was written all about this town and a couple nearby and I plucked it from the shelf before padding back over to the couch to hand it to you and sit down. “This one might have what you’re looking for.” @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 15-Sep-23 07:16 PM
‘Local history huh?’ Well at least the fact you stood up means there is probably something useful in here. After the initial unenthusiastic reaction I had expected a scoffing explanation about how there is only interesting literature here. Not to imply that any one genre of reading is better than the other, but many in the last two hundred years or so seemed less interested in practical things. While you prattled on about teaching me lessons my eyes were shamelessly locked on your ass and upper legs. It was a treat when you reached up to grab the book, and the movement gifted me with a tiny peek of stomach. My positioning on the couch was adjusted to counteract a redirection of energy within my core. It was very polite for God to take away my ability to blush, but awkward swelling attraction was left perfectly intact. .
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You are lucky that our company was enjoyable thus far or I may have barked mean words over being talked down to about breaking and entering. Typically this vessel stomped wherever it fucking pleased, and any whining woman of scornful opinion was dispatched via a backhand so powerful their bones powdered. There are many lessons of flesh your supple body can be taught. After you handed me the book I said, “First you insult my manners, and now my occupation?” It wasn't lost to me that your pretty body positioned itself back in the same spot of couch. Did you like sitting close to me? Do I smell good? My head dipped at the thought, and I had to force my gaze back to normality. Better to not predatorily gaze upward through hateful eyelashes at the girl you are trying to befriend. After flipping the book open to its contents I said, “Yeah, I used to make music.” ‘Used to’ would hopefully get me away from explaining where my band members were. This lying thing was going terribly and feeling useless was truly growing to be annoying. Good thing this tome was beyond useful. Immediately there was mentioning of a ‘Ley-line.’ Subsequent to that initial wording the place is always referred to as a ‘mine.’ However that initial mystical phrasing was likely a hint, and such an easy insight to this place filled me with immense resolve to continue our friendship. .
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Suddenly my mood shifted a gear. Sitting up straighter I looked you straight in the face while flooring the throttle on all things charisma. Every ounce of brooding vampire charm was mustered in the smoldering gaze. Even rosed tattoos on my neck twinkled with dazzling light. In a voice more comforting than waterfalling river I said, “Eden, let me apologize for intruding on your home.” After a cocky laugh and a slight shake of the head I continued by saying, “I think whatever defense you had in the hallway combined with my wandering lack of sleep through these woods has muddled my ability to be polite. So, thank you for offering me a space to rest and a fascinating book to read tonight.” Perhaps the attack of charm had been too much, but the elusive emotion of excitement thrummed my body at the prospect of learning. However behind the outward happiness was a pressing concern: 

What ‘leyline’ did your father find in these mountains that made your family so effective at killing me? @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 16-Sep-23 12:38 PM
Music. That piqued my interest more than anything you had said thus far as it was probably the most legitimate thing to have come out of your mouth. Although the 'used to' in front of it made me think that it probably wasn't your profession any longer, at least you weren't a complete and total criminal… right? For a brief moment my face scrunched from my inner arguments about what makes a good person a good person and what makes a bad person a bad person. I had gotten so caught up in my own head that I almost didn't notice you kept on speaking after flipping through a couple pages. The air seemed suddenly more charged with heated energy when I turned my attention towards you again and I swear to God looking at you made my heart leap into my throat. What the fuck is this? I know I can't actually be this lonely. Touch starved maybe but come on a pretty face has never had this strong of an effect on me. It must just be because I'm hungry, clearly my brain is suffering from the lack of food. "It's… I appreciate the apology." I almost said that it was fine but I'd rather not give the impression that intruders are welcome in my home. I had to swallow hard when you laughed, the sound was so self assured but still somehow smooth as honey and it shot straight to my core. So much so that I crossed my legs just to ease some of the tension. It's not like I was uneducated in what sex was, I'd just never gone that far. It was rather inconvenient that I wouldn't be able to do absolutely anything for myself with you sleeping on the couch though. .
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I let out a sigh and then realized I was supposed to be responding to more handsome idiot words. "Well, this was my father's house and he always told me to be kind. Don't think I've forgotten about my counters though." I smiled just barely over at you, maybe somehow this was fates way of plopping a new friend in my lap. Speaking of which. "So what kind of music do you play?" @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 18-Sep-23 11:49 AM
I’ll be honest, the show of you scrunching up into a confused horny mess made it easy to distract myself from concerns of morality. Funny how we get the reputation of being sexy killers when this fangless tiger in front of me was more distracting then any vampire. A healthy human pumping sweet meal away as a fuel for life is so much more… elegant than any friend of mine. While younger I had taken up a liking for girly form, and spent many years carving paintings of beautiful women into soft paper. Turns out when your peers are a bunch of self hating assholes they tend to judge your art. Most of my kind held the opinion that humans are quaint pets at their best. Funny how a species that lives for eternity can’t find the simple beauty in something limited. Such a capacity to grow within spirited individuals who teach their children more than they ever knew. Too bad the same human craftiness made them very good at picking up killing tricks. Killing tricks such as brain melting hallway lightning bolts. .
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My only answer to your body’s reaction was a dip of my eyes to crossed legs. Yes, I see you squirming. That’s the only message meant to be delivered. I leaned back so you wouldn’t feel as overtly pressured to give in. Believe it or not the otherworldly vampire charm works on each other too, so I know how overwhelming it can be to undergo such a pressing icy gaze. There were more signs that my presence worked too, like the fact you kept bringing up daddy. Did he protect you before passing scentless lamb? Are you a poor baby in search of someone strong to… keep you secure? Thank God you asked a distracting question before this lovely evening turned into an assault. “I play Cello, and piano.” Its sort of a joke among ticks that we all spend a few years picking up the long keyed instrument. “It’s been… a few moons since I have played, but if you have one I would love to tap on it.” Yes, watch me play piano, and then kneel those beautiful flush legs on the floor to… This was getting distracting. Typically I didn’t have to wait for what I wanted, but of course the one woman-thing who happened to invoke lust within this empty husk also knows something pertinent to my survival. A crystal smile still held vividly in my memory, and I couldn’t help but wonder how beautiful you would be if changed. Although, if that was your plan you had swiftly chosen the wrong vampire. “Or do you just sit out here all day and read with no music?” For some reason the obsessive boring hunter stewing away in silence didn’t exactly strike me as your stereotype. @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 20-Sep-23 05:13 PM
Cello and Piano. Only two of the sexiest instruments that a person can play so of course the handsome stranger sitting in my living room after breaking and entering and nearly blowing himself to bits plays both. What are the odds? Is this the planet's sick way of trying to finally get me to give up the V card because if so it was really tempting. Not that I would ever do it with a stranger.. But there was nothing stopping me from getting to know you more. There was an old dusty piano tucked away in my fathers study that hadn’t been touched in much longer than he had been gone but I wasn’t too keen on unlocking the door for the entire night. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt anything to unlock it for a little while just so I could see if you were any good or not though. .
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The tension in the air was getting so heavy that I got up to get myself a drink midway through more of your teasing. What exactly was it about you that made it so hard to focus? I swear I had never held a more difficult human interaction in my life, and I’ve had plenty of them seeing as people hire me to make weapons for them all the time. When I came back and sat down in that same spot I took a sip of water before piping up again. “Do I give off the impression that I’m boring or something Cole? I do have a piano here, it hasn’t been touched in probably a good six or so years but it should still play just fine. And for the record I do more than just sit around and read.” Sure I did that a lot but mostly before bed or on rainy days. I was actually busy a lot of the time between work and occasionally getting calls to help track down a disgusting bloodsucking tick, not to mention the fact that there always seemed to be something that needed to be fixed around the house. “I mean what do you do for fun other than being a criminal since you’re clearly so exciting?” @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 21-Sep-23 08:59 PM
It was cute that you got offended at being called boring, but then in the same breath admit not having touched the instrument in years. Poor covered piano under a sheet, how many songs had you played in a past life? Somewhere in this sad little structure is a piano begging to be touched by my fingers. At least if I don’t learn anything in my time here there will still be a moment of song to enjoy. Well, and the moment your sopping song pieces also get tugged on by my digits. Your teasing blast asking me what I do for fun pulled my focus from memory. Hadn’t I just told you that I read and play instruments? How is wandering through the forest as a lost criminal not mildly interesting? A huff of frustrated air blew past my dangling hair while I tried to come up with something. Its not that I don’t have plenty to keep myself busy, its just that most things can’t be shared in simple conversation. How do you tell someone that you have a lost blood brother held secluded in an old bank vault down south? Or perhaps I should share the tale of when I personally touched the silken dress of Cleopatra, while she still wore it. Have you ever walked the bottom length of a pond without coming up to breathe for hours? Perhaps Eden Eleazar has also personally met her own great great grandfather? It wasn’t fair to defend my ability to be interesting when this imbalance of awareness was taking place. Maybe I should have pulped your family member’s neck all those years ago just so this conversation would never have happened. However that would also have robbed me the chance to experience you choosing to sit next to me three times in a row. .
20:59
“I travel.” Ahh, there we go. That may serve as a proper avenue to lull you with dashing lies. “I’ve done Everest.” Technically I had clambered that fucking rock twice in one day. The first time was for fun, the second was when I remembered the woman I drank at the top had a go pro. Leaping up the side of that place in pitch black midnight so your crimes aren’t discovered is less pleasant. Although it may have been worth it when I passed the Sherpa while jumping past him naked as a pale ghost. How many legends and folktales are just old world idiots hopping around Earth like a fucking jungle gym? This time was doing wonders for the return of my strength, and already I felt crushing power awakening in my fists once more. There was likely enough will within me to crush you to dust, but not in the slow and drawn out way I wanted it to take place. Casual conversation was boring me however. Perhaps it was time for more direct torment? Right now you were gulping down a swallow of water, and I could hear the washing sound of the liquid trickling down a tight Eden throat. Could I fuck your face hard enough to split that tube like a swelling flesh light? I couldn’t stop the perverse shiver that started in my back, and after it finished zig zagging around my body I asked, “Are you going to take that shower like you mentioned earlier?” Not only was it a reason to get you out of the room, but it was a fun way to wrap our conversation back to when I touched your hair. “Unless you need someone to pluck all the dirt off your body too?” Go ahead, try and tell me I am being a pervert when I know this burning stare is forcing your body to beg that cunt of yours to let me pump a meal past it. I wanted to mention that another thing I know how to do is give sultry massages, but I think too much teasing might actually make you pass out. @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 22-Sep-23 01:25 PM
There was a long and tense pause before you finally gave me an answer and when you did and you said that you travel I nodded a little. Then you said you’d done Everest and my jaw dropped open. Who the fuck does Everest? I didn’t even think people really climbed that god forsaken mountain unless they had a death wish. “The mountain that they use bodies as landmarks on? You’ve climbed it?” I cocked my head to the side a little. Were you older than you looked? I don’t know why but I had always assumed it was middle aged bearded men going through a crisis that decided to try to climb Everest, not stupidly hot tattooed my aged guys. “That’s… well I mean I guess you got me that is exciting.” For some reason it made me huff that you weren’t just some criminal because now that there was more to you there were actually redeeming qualities. No stop, do not like this man. I took another few sips of water, I wasn’t even thirsty anymore but it gave me something to do other than look over at you. That turned out to be a mistake because I almost choked on it when you teased me about picking the dirt from my body too. “I am perfectly capable of bathing myself thank you very much!” I sputtered the words out like a horny teenager and hated myself for it. Were you doing this on purpose because you got some kind of enjoyment out of watching me struggle or were you just naturally like this? Either way it was driving me crazy. Getting up from my spot on the couch I set my mostly empty glass down on the coffee table and turned to head for the bathroom. “Try not to break down the rest of my house when I’m gone Cole.” And please for the love of god don’t get up and come near the bathroom. @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 25-Sep-23 12:36 PM
Finally, praise. A vessel of pumping meal-meat whose shocked expression matched the awe they should feel stared at me with shiny eyes. Little bursts of happiness dotted my body with glowing warmth. Sometimes being recognized as a person who can do extradorinaiy things feels better then fulfilling the true drink. Not that bragging is a particularly difficult topic to master when you are thousands of seasons old, but it was a harder blade to wedge when a true disclosure of nature almost always results in suicide. You’d think passively mentioning being a demon would be easy to get away with, but you’d be surprised how quickly the hunters will catch up to you. Another secret of the killing guild is sometimes it’s as if they know when you speak about yourself. Your reaction to being teased was so overdone there was no more doubt over your virginity. Unless I had found the only prude young woman left on this planet. My initial reaction to your final quip was to say something about how if you keep spitting my name at me that I’ll do whatever you want. Instead I offered a curt, “Yes ma’am,” but not before staring at your entire exit. Were you swaying those hips for me on purpose, or am I high on my own charisma supply? Before I could think of anything truly clever to say you were already out of sight. Keen hearing allowed the sounds of rustling shower curtain to cut across the house. It didn't take ancient prowess to know the next sound rushing through the walls was running water. .
12:36
What to do? With outstretched arms I slowly rose from the couch to test my strength. Other than wobbly knees and a never before experienced sense of nausea everything seemed alright. A couple quick stance changes proved that nothing was broken, and my only remaining symptom after being upright for sometime was dizziness. Clenching my fists proved that although complete brawn was summonable, my body still lacked that explosive muscular response it typically possessed. It was enough to have me confident in exploring you hatefully in the bathroom, but not enough to actually fight if something unexpected occurred. This building was full of random things that seemed charged with lethal intent, and thus I was worried to travel beyond the living room. What if another one of dad’s shitty wallpaper hexes turns me inside out? Not only would that be an awfully embarrassing way to die, but I wouldn’t get to learn what Eden’s insides tasted like. Books kept me interested for a few minutes. The old man’s collection had been impressive, but most were unrelated to my cause. One of them did have a cute bit written by you accompanied by a note that betrayed the tome as a gift. After a quick peek over my shoulder I buried my face into the quire and inhaled a long aged scent of dusted skin. He had hardly used this, as it entirely smells of you.A quick exhale hid my growl, and had you been standing in the room now it would have ended just then. I needed to know what this man’s personally crafted tick hunter sounded like when she screamed. .
12:36
There were no actual concerns over your murder being proven as me, and even if the entire thing was recorded I would have time to flee this country before any serious search could be started. Two things kept you alive this evening: One, your trapped house is a thing of nightmares, and two, my ego wanted to see if seducing you is possible. Snooping around now would be expected of me, and thus a new plan was concocted. After you go to bed Ill sneak into that bathroom and roll around in the smell of you. Tomorrow we will work on the kitchen, And then after playing with my food for a few days Ill pull your tongue through the front of your glassy throat and drink your heart from it while looking in hateful eyes. @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 25-Sep-23 01:26 PM
I made quick work of getting to the bathroom and locking the door behind me, and then double checking to make sure I really had. Once I was doubly sure that Cole wouldn’t be getting into the room, at least easily, I opened the shower curtain to get the water on and warm. “What is wrong with you?” Hissed words were aimed at the reflection in the mirror. I mean seriously it’s as if I’ve never seen an attractive tattooed man before. Shaking my head I peeled my clothes off and stepped into the now steaming water with a heavy sigh. I swear I could feel the muscles in my shoulders and neck tensing just from the stress of this whole ordeal. I mean seriously what are the odds that it was my house you stumbled to after being lost in the woods? Rolling my neck a few times in the hot water did wonders to relieve the building tension there and I found myself relaxing enough to actually enjoy the feeling. This is totally no big deal, he’ll crash on the couch tonight, help with the kitchen tomorrow, and then we’ll go our separate ways and never see each other again. Why did that make me sad? There was this weird lingering urge inside of me to keep you around, to try to get closer… maybe I really am just starving for physical affection. I honestly didn’t even realize that my fingers had started trailing up my thighs and then up my torso to my own chest, and even when I did realize I didn’t do anything to stop myself. Is it frowned upon to touch yourself while there's a strange man reading in your living room? If it was, it didn't stop cautious fingers from slipping between dripping thighs only to be met with slick wetness much different from the water of the shower. .
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A soft whimper was barely held back by tugging my lip between my teeth when those slick fingers danced their way up to throbbing clit. All the while I was imagining what you would look like standing in the shower with me. How godlike you probably look naked, the way the water would drip off of your hair in front of your eyes. Before I knew it I was leaning back against the wall to support myself as my own slick mess dripped down my thighs. I knew that the effort would likely be fruitless, I had never managed to get myself all the way over the edge, at least I don’t think I have. Still, it didn’t change the fact that this felt good enough to have me panting and trying to stifle my own moans. I bet strange men with tattoos and piercing eyes know how to make girls cum. The thought was enough to make my knees buckle and I swear I almost got there. Almost. @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 25-Sep-23 02:07 PM
I was still holding the gifted book on local topography when a girly voice fluttered into my ears. The noise was far enough away it was not directed at me, but keen perception still allowed me to pick up on it. Are you talking to yourself, or is an unknown source of help being summoned? Its entirely possible you are faking the entire shower to just get on the phone and tell a hunter friend you have an idiot trapped in your home. Wouldn’t you just text them if that were the case? With a thud the two covers slammed shut in my hand, and with a whirling grace I crossed the living room to hallway opening. I was worried that leaving this area would get me killed, and so I leaned against the wall and pressed my head against drywall. Hollow pipes ran with hot water, and beyond that was the scratching of movement in porcelain basin. My poor brain was flooded with so much defensive adrenaline that when your whimper broke through every other noise I stumbled in surprise. A stupid drop of heroism almost forced my legs to carry me down the hallway and crash through the door for your own safety. What if something had gotten to you and the noises were of a demising note? An angry fist clenched into the hair above my forehead and I squeezed a self directed pulse of hate before convincing myself to stay still. Am I such a moron that someone touching themselves in the shower is an alien concept? Pretty water soaked flashes of a virgin girl arched backwards in her tub while finger frosting her own clit pulsed my vision so clearly it instantly rocketed me rock hard. .
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I already knew what was going to happen before my shaking fingers fluttered the book back open. Another headful of your scent combined with waxy paper filled my head before a hand could snake passed my own pants. A practiced self pleasuring grip wrapped my cock, and a muffled moan rattled out past paper. Hopefully you didn't hear the thud as my back hit the wall and I slid down to the floor. Dropping the book was nessecary to wrestle my pants down, and with a rolling flop I positioned myself on all fours with the book open face up. Another one of your poorly concealed moans timed perfectly with a crank of my own flush tip and two more pumps was enough to end me. “Take it you bitch!” Aimed at no one in particular except the sad never read gift to your father my words hissed into a room void of who I daydreamed about. Ribbons of cum ruined a chapter on double canopied forests, and so much of the messy stuff ran between my fingers that it flung onto surrounding carpet. Hallway zapped muscles quivered with exhaustion such that I almost fell into my own mess. There were a lot of fucked up things this freak had done in stranger’s homes, but filling books that smelled of their skin dust while listening to them masturbate in the shower is a new low. Next time it won’t be a book. @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 25-Sep-23 02:24 PM
I worked my fingers against my sopping core until the water started to cool and I knew my time in here and away from you was up. Ripping open the shower curtain I stepped out onto the area rug and wrapped a towel around myself. I was hoping that what I had just wasted so much time doing would get rid of the sexual frustration that was bubbling away inside of me but I think the only thing I actually succeeded in was edging myself to the point that I wanted to cry about it. You would think that someone who was capable of taking down monsters would be able to conquer their own orgasm but apparently not. Toweling myself dry I realized I made the mistake of not grabbing new clothes. “Fuck!” I hissed out looking around the room for some kind of solution. I had already put my old clothes into the hamper and I wasn’t about to pull them back out and risk smelling like old socks. Giving myself a quick mental pep talk while I ran a brush through mousey brown hair I managed to convince myself to walk to my bedroom to get new clothes. I opened the door and clutched the damp towel to my body as if it was going to run away from me before I stepped into the hallway. “If you try anything stupid I swear to god I’m going to kill you Cole!” I called out before I crossed the threshold back into the living room trying my best not to blush as I walked through. My foot landed in something wet on the floor and I grimaced. Did this asshole really spill something and not bother to clean it up? Scoffing, I padded through the rest of the room hoping that you wouldn’t have anything smart to say before I made it to the sanctuary of my own bedroom. @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 25-Sep-23 02:44 PM
If you could be so petrified by an image that it turns you to stone it’s what would have happened when you crossed paths with me. My back had been pressed to the wall, and when you walked out only draped in a towel I had already given up on being discovered. A drooling dick was currently wrapped up by sinning fingers, and when your hurried footfall passed straight through the mess I made a tiny part of me shriveled up and died. A combination of hurried pace and lowered head granted me enough luck to not be seen. Either you were inviting me to raid your body like a seaside church, or this was the most awkward setup to a bad porn ever conceived. And trust me, I have been around the block enough times to consume a fair share of smut. What’s even more pathetic is my mind was wholly distracted by your threat of murder. You killing me would not only be a sight of pure legend, but the act would probably squeeze another load from my balls. A twitching cock was still pumped full of arousal. History told me it’d be another two laps around orgasm’s track before the damn thing gave me peace. It’s really not fair that you work me up so far just to wander away. Unless you are the quietest cumming girl in the world your body had yet to reach any finish, and this left a convenient ball in my court. .
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Stuffing myself away I rose up, but before my stupid lips could part to say anything you had already left the room. With a movement so quick it would betray my status if you saw it I closed our space to where we were only a yard or so apart. While I still spurted sad drops into my pant leg I said, “Eden.” Great, now I had your attention but there was nothing of substance to back it up with. It was obvious you didn't want to be stopped, but to be fair I wanted to drink you dry so we are all making sacrifices. When our eyes finally met a lust filled statement rolled out of my mouth before it could be stopped. “Let me earn my stay by helping you get dry.” Turn me down if you want, but getting to look at your face while my core still desperately pumps for your scent is worth the awkward encounter. Stupid dick, stupid curse, stupid fucking inability to control myself. Sometimes this part was worse than the urge to feed. With the smolder turned to ten and a twinkling of shiny teeth, “It’ll show you why I tend to get away with anything I want.” @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 25-Sep-23 03:03 PM
When you appeared behind me I practically jumped out of my skin. I had been so preoccupied with the mission of getting to my room that I had obviously missed you getting up and following after me. When I turned to look at you I really wished that I hadn’t because my still needy clit fucking throbbed at the sight of your stupid face. The first time I tried to speak ended up just being me opening my mouth to snap it shut so hard you could probably hear my teeth clack together. The second time what came out of my mouth was definitely not what I had intended to. “O-okay.” What the hell did I just say? Have I lost my damn mind? I was too stubborn to take it back and truth be told I was curious to see just what you had in mind. Surely you didn’t just mean running a towel over my skin right? Oh god this means you’re going to see me naked. If it was possible for me to just melt into the floor and sink into the earth below I would do it at this moment. .
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“Don’t think this means that I’m going to sleep with you though.” Yeah that’ll show him whos boss good fucking job Eden. When I turned to head the rest of the way to my bedroom I rolled my eyes so hard at my own thoughts that I almost gave myself a headache. Pushing open the door revealed a decently sized space. In the center of the back wall settled between two windows was a queen sized bed adorned with fluffy charcoal gray blankets and way too many pillows. I liked to cuddle with them at night, sue me. There was also a rather large walk-in closet, a small wall mounted television and postcards littering the wall near the door next to a full length mirror. All of them were from my father at one point or another and I could never bring myself to throw them away. The walls were a much lighter shade than in the living room, aside from the wall my bed was against which was a gray so dark it was almost black. I couldn’t bring myself to flick on the light with the amount of nerves that were running through me. It had been awhile since anyone had seen me naked and even then, it was in the dark. @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 25-Sep-23 03:28 PM
You agreed? What the flying fistable fuck? So you slither out of the room a horny slinking mess, but your actually okay with being stuffed by a stranger? Wait, why do I care for permission anyway? Your statement about not sleeping together was taken a direct challenge, but the thought momentarily fell to the wayside at being allowed into your bedroom. Soft and dark material made for a shadowy space. Even during the day thick curtains and gray bedspread would soak up a healthy amount of illumination. It also smelled of sweat, and it was beginning to feel like too much. Your space’s aura screamed lived in, and before my rationale could intervene you were being shoved forward onto the bed. Colliding into mattress with a huff your towel was sent fluttering to either side. Like a peeled open rose the fabric displayed what I had been forced to think about all evening. Before you could react I pounced onto your back and muscle memory let me wrap you up. Your legs were pinned by my lower torso, and both my arms spread your hands high and wide. A heaving pair of lungs told me you were scared, and this managed to leak more frosty lines into my pants. Bare ass pressing into my crotch was enough to have me whimpering and grinding forward. .
15:28
There were so many different ways this could go. Our next few precious seconds dictated how the entire evening will play out. It had been a mistake to tell me what to do, but your dripping arousal filled my body with an incurable desire. I can’t stop once started, but you were about to learn this the hard way. My voice was smooth as marbled stone, “You shouldn’t have told me what I can have.” This was such a fine line of consent. You were obviously one of those who needed pushing to open her legs, but my soul had already decided to proceed regardless. “You’ve never done this before have you?” It took godly effort to not fuck you dead. “Im going to lick your cunt until you beg me to cum, and then we will see if you are strong enough to resist my pale cock.” @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 25-Sep-23 04:00 PM
This. This right here is why they warn you about strangers and about being too nice to people. Before I had even blinked my stomach was on the bed and the air was knocked out of me with an audible 'oof'. Great so not only was I stuck underneath a man who was way stronger than me but I also did it in an embarrassing manner. Fucking. Fantastic. Still there was something about the weight of you on top of me that was only turning me on even further. I'm not a stranger to getting physical with a borderline stranger, okay a total stranger let's be real the only thing I really knew was that your name was Cole and you could play some instruments. OH and that you were a criminal. God my dad would be disappointed if he could see me right now. Your voice filled the space of my room with vocal velvet and I could feel my body's reaction to it, I was practically squirming with need underneath you. "Cole that-. This isn't okay, we can't. I don't even know you." But then you told me what you were planning on doing and my toes curled at the mere thought of it. I mean really what's the worst that could happen right? I had led you in here with the curiosity of what you meant by drying me off. Ironic that this entire thing was only further soaking me. "I haven't.. I've done other things but I've never.." My cheeks pinked up at the words I actually couldn't get myself to say. I'm a virgin. It's embarrassing at my age and I didn't want to deal with any teasing about it from you. "You can eat me until your jaw breaks, I'm still not sleeping with you." @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 25-Sep-23 04:31 PM
“I broke into your house, and then you got into the shower while I was in the living room. So how are you a trustworthy source on what is and isn’t okay?” The last word was accented with a grind of my hips so rough that the bottom braces of the bed groaned in response. My lower jaw trembled at the mix of blood and girl cum, but your final sentence of not sleeping with me caught a growl in my throat. “Is that so?” If only you knew how sealed your fate already was. What I do know is that my throbbing cock was very obviously felt between your naked ass cheeks. Just a small barrier of jean fabric kept me from what we both truly wanted. Without another word I clambered to the bottom of your body so I could bury my face chin deep into a sludgy cunt. The first two lapping licks were selfish passes meant to only fill my mouth and face with enough of your watery mix to make it the only thing perceptible. Freezing cold fingers wrapped both of your legs, and this spreading purchase offered me direct access of you. After cleaning the main course out my focus shifted to a red hot clit. One polite tongue flick is all you got before the thing was sucked backwards between my teeth with a thud. In and out I sucked on that bead of soaked Eden flesh. The dew that ran from this plant was so sweet it almost made me forget you were full of precious life. .
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You actually wouldn’t be the first girl I had taken two meals from a cunt, but you were being so feisty and fun that killing you now would ruin everything. Besides, it was fun to grind my cock against the bottom of your bed like it might turn into a pussy of its own. You didn't know this, but even if a second load went down my pants there would still be another monstrous one on tap. My mouth popped backwards to say, “You get no fingers, so unless you want to scream with no release all night I suggest you be a good host and accept what’s coming regardless.” Now our dialogue entered an even pushier state, but I bet the way you trembled around my tongue meant you liked it. If you said no to me again I was going to flip you over and fuck you eye to eye. I was just terrified if I got that close to your neck these sheets would be dyed a vermillion. Do you spurt when you bleed Eden? Does ripe fruit fall shiny side up? @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 25-Sep-23 04:49 PM
“Yes that’s so.” I hissed out even though all it took to have me panting for you was you grinding hard cock against my ass. Once again before I could even process your movement you were almost at the very bottom of the bed with your face buried in my cunt. You were the first person to ever taste me and truth be told I hadn’t even realized that it could be done like this. The feeling of tongue against sopping wet cunt distracted me from the fact that the grip around my legs was far colder than it should have been. If it weren’t for that very grip I would have inched my knees up until they were underneath me and I was on all fours like a whore for you. It’s also a good thing that my closest neighbor was at least a few acres away because otherwise they would probably be pounding at my door with requests to kindly shut the fuck up so they could sleep. Even with my face buried into the bed my moans were loud and they only went up in pitch when you sucked sensitive clit between your lips. .
16:49
“Who says I even need fingers to finish?” I panted in response to your threat of not getting them and the only option being your dick. I had only been fingered with them going inside of my pussy a handful of times and truth be told none of them had been very satisfying. I wasn’t actually as confident about this entire thing as I was coming off though and this definitely is not what I had pictured for my first time. “Cole I- I mean it I don’t want it to be like this.” I chewed on my lip while I briefly debated saying the rest of that thought. “I don’t want to not even be able to see the person I do it with for the first time.” Honestly I probably should have considered that wording better because that made it sound like I was okay with it as long as you weren’t fucking me from behind. Was I? Lust makes it really hard to think, I had already figured that out multiple times in my life but you made it even more difficult somehow. “I’m-.” Scared. That’s the word that wanted to follow but it got lost and died on the way out. What if it hurt? What if it was messy? One of my friends told me about it when we were a lot younger and she had bled a lot. Granted she could have just been being dramatic but still. I didn’t know if I was actually ready, and worse yet I didn’t know if you cared. @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 25-Sep-23 05:06 PM
You were doing a surprising amount of coherent talking for someone screaming in between my every move. While you were begging me to not take you like this it occurred to me that no one had ever drooled into my face this much. Normally it would demean me to even go down on a stranger, but something about this new friend made me so naughty. For a creature that prides itself on being lordly and mighty you had me nose deep in ass and cunt while grinding my cock into a bed frame. After you finished talking I drug my nose from garden’s well to say, “You seem like one of those ‘stuck in her head’ types.” There was a noticeable shift to energy within the room that suggested I had hurt your feelings. Girls, I swear to Christ. .
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I was so hard that it was difficult to climb around without hurting myself. After a shift in position I came to rest behind you again. This time I didn't wrap you up as tight, but I did worm my face into the back of your neck. For a scattering moment in time your heartbeat was the only thing I sensed. Thud. Sweet nectar of a blossomed fruit whose roots spread your entire body with life giving gushes. Would you hate me if I tasted and left you here forever? Being so hard to get was ruining the vibe, and I bet this creature would soon get over draining you into the floorboards. But what if I don’t? For a thing that just accused you of being too full of thought I sure spun with unwound fibers of belief. My voice came low and slow as to not pull too much scent into my head at once. “I- lets make a deal Eden.” Another long silence as I drug my lips back and forth over a water soaked neck. You were barely perceptible as a person, and at this distance your blood should be the only thing I know. Even in its phantom essence I found it neigh impossible to ignore. One bite. This is getting out of hand. “We hang out for a week. In seven days if we can still stand each other, you let me take your virginity.” Such a plain and gross statement that did proper work in flooding my body with need. You didn't know it, but this was the final polite offer, and any change in plan would result in your ravage assault and then death. “Do you think it counts if I fuck your legs while eating you from behind, stranger?” @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 25-Sep-23 05:18 PM
Am I really the ‘stuck in my head’ type? That was a stupid question to ask myself. I knew that I was stuck in my head more often than not, whether I was overthinking or busy daydreaming I spent a solid chunk of my time inside my own skull. When you came back up from where you had been devouring me I was hit with a sudden rush of fear that you didn’t care what I wanted and you were about to do whatever you pleased anyway. A deal? Somehow your lips dragging along the back of my neck melted my worries away again and I even let out a softly gasped ’fuck’ at the feeling. I don’t think anyone's lips had ever felt this good against my skin. “W..what?” It took a bit longer than I would have liked for me to actually absorb what you had just proposed to me and once I did it took me even longer to chew it over in my mind. I guess even if I agreed right now I could always just cut you off before the week was over and get out of it right? I almost chewed my lip clean off thinking it over before finally I squeaked out a quiet “okay.” Then you offered to keep eating me out and my brain went fuzzy. I had been on the edge for so long that it was becoming painful and I knew that if you kept up your assault of tongue and lips on my pussy I would be able to finally fall over it. “I don’t think it counts Cole although you will be the first person to fuck my legs too.” I realized that the ‘too’ also implied you were the first at doing something else and I didn’t want you to think I was too eager to actually sleep with you, I still hadn’t made up my mind about that. “You’re also the first person to ever taste me.” The admission came with a blush but something about you told me that you wouldn’t be upset by that fact. @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 25-Sep-23 05:43 PM
A tiny and mostly airy ‘okay’ was enough to almost fill my pants a second time. That’s right you little insect, fucking agree with me. Powerful seals of pleasure burned underneath my skin, and the more you were an agreeable little pet the more we would likely get along. Seven days already felt like an eternity, and I was pretty well attuned with large spans of time. It would almost be more fun for you to get three days in and turn me down just so I can come back the seventh anyway. Would you be waiting for me? There was definitely something observably off with you considering we had barely known each other an hour and I was being invited to fuck your legs. More sugar red words informed me nobody had ever tasted you. Tasted. Why is that the phrasing you had to go with? It was as if a peering eye was slitted in a dark corner of this bedroom and feeding sick groupings of sound meant to push me further to the edge. “Well, I take handsome pride in being your first.” God, I was drooling at the prospect of making a fool of myself for you. Arms stronger than almost any other guided your body to a standing position with tender care. You hardly had to do anything as flexing muscle stabilized you. “So wobbly Eden, are you thinking of sinning for me?” I didn’t care if your life had been full of the poor jokes, you were going to listen to them tonight. . (edited)
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You were so distracted by fresh experience that I had to help you stand with pressed legs. After guiding your ankles together I dropped my own trousers with swift ease. So much of my own mess had leaked out that my full cock was glued to my thigh. A slimy peeling freed it of the spot where it sprang forward to hungrily seek anywhere. Slowly my freezing digits crawled the lively shaped flesh of your body until it arrived at hips. From there both hands curved inwards towards your ass where they gracefully danced flesh like made of crystal glass. Both my thumbs hooked meat underneath and with a prying I moved enough of you aside to tuck my chin up and sink myself between your thighs. It was less of eating you out and more having you sit backwards on my face. I tried to growl a horny spirited complement, but all that mumbled forth was nonsense. My mouth had been so lost in pleasing you my brilliance had failed to stuff a leaking hose between lower legs. Eventually my hands fumbled away which quickly resulted in my face being enveloped by you. They fell to my own dick to stuff it between where I had originally promised. This is what the vampire hunter had reduced me to in a matter hours. What will I do for you in a week? @killahxkylie (edited)
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Eden Eleazar BOT 25-Sep-23 07:00 PM
For some reason this was much more embarrassing when standing up. I don’t know if it’s because somehow it made me much more aware of what was going on or what the reason was but I couldn’t stop the basically permanent blush that had made a home on my cheeks now. The ease in which you were able to move me was honestly shocking. I could tell that you looked strong from the first time I saw you but you picked me up like I was practically nothing. Alarms should have been going off in my head from all the different little signs you had given me but I was too drunk on desire to pay close enough attention. Everything was just peachy in my mind and after a long week at work and stressful night I deserved to let go for a while. Right? My eyes rolled at yet another joke to do with my name. “You know eventually you’re going to get sick of that.” I said it matter of factly while you worked your pants down. It wasn’t long after that that my eyes rolled back for an entirely different reason, that reason being your tongue sliding against my cunt again. “Oh my god Cole!” For some reason I felt ashamed when I cried out your name like a wanton whore but that didn’t stop me from doing it again when your dick slipped between my legs. Was this something people really did? I really needed to watch a wider variety of videos. Foolishly I reached forward trying to hold onto something, anything, to help me keep my balance while you took me apart with your tongue and already I was eating my words about not needing fingers. Sure, I didn’t need them but when an attractive man is mouth fucking your pussy you tend to want them anyway. “Cole~” I whined gripping onto my own thighs for dear life. “Cole, fuck, please make me cum” @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 25-Sep-23 07:20 PM
They are always so strong minded until their cunt is wrapping your face like bows on presents. Moans loud enough to get one evicted filled the dark space with enough sound that light wasn’t needed. A deaf elephant could echo locate a collapsed mineshaft with the noises you made. My tongue lapped hungry circles between clit and slime filled hole. Would you ever grow tired of the jokes if it meant you could dance my face like this? Occasionally my assault would be interrupted by a whine of my own whenever a fatter portion beneath my flush head would squeeze between water slick legs. We were aimed at a convenient spot that when this was all over you would be required to clean me from your bedding. Hard to forget about a man whose cum stains your sheets. Why the fuck do I care if you remember me? Whatever epiphany was about to find purchase within my brain melted away when you cried my name out. The twinge you attached to the end was enough to heighten my pace. One of my arms wrapped your legs and this new hug allowed me to bury even deeper. You didn't know it, but every time a new dollop of Eden sweet slid down my throat I whimpered again for you. Someday Ill let you know that every noise was accented by a swallow. Perhaps then you will thank me for only drinking your cum and not the liquid pumping into your head. You may not believe me but the orgasm would feel better if you let me take some blood first. Those crazy fucks who choke themselves in closets are actually onto something. .
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Your request didn't need to be repeated. Already I broke my own rule to not stuff you with any fingers yet. Guess my drooling pale meat won’t be the first one inside as a single digit was. Truth be told I wanted to split you in half with my fist and let your innards rain down over me in a sick dinner-shower, but since the goal was pleasure and not meals you were gifted gentle care. After a few corkscrews to aim the slimy digit home I curved a knuckle forward to tickle at a never touched spot for you. Music is one of my favorite sounds, and the screams of a good hunt barely beat it to first. Turns out we have a new contender for best noise, and I was going to drain it from your quivering virgin pussy. My pace between your legs was fast enough that it hurt. It was a race to beat an abrasive rash, and unless something lubed me up soon things were going to get weird. I didn’t want to break my pace of your cunt to steal some of its water, so I just succumbed to a sad fuck of dry legs. See what I do for the daddy-less dame? You may be a scentless virgin lamb, but you were suspiciously accustomed to grinding against things to get off. There was a tease in there somewhere, but I was too busy drowning in the garden of Eden to care. @killahxkylie (edited)
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Eden Eleazar BOT 25-Sep-23 08:08 PM
A cold finger slipping inside of me had my breath catching so hard in my throat it probably sounded like I choked, not for long though because it was followed up by a needily moaned “Oh my god~”. My head dropped back and had my hair still been the length it was before I cut it, I imagine the ends probably could have tickled your face. “Holy fuck Cole” I wasn’t really thinking when I reached a hand back to fist into your hair and shove you closer to my dripping cunt but I did it anyway. Apparently my so-called ‘aggressive nature’ that a few people have joked about with me followed me into the bedroom, or at least it did tonight. If you could handle what was basically a shotgun blast to the face I’m sure you could handle slender girl fingers pulling your hair. Besides this is what you wanted so badly right? .
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The brief moment of confidence that I felt was sapped from my body immediately when you curled your finger into a spot that felt so good it felt like it sent jolts through me. Of course you would know spots in my body that existed even when I didn’t. Did you think it was pathetic how inexperienced I was? My knees buckled when you curled it into the same spot again and stole a squelching wet sound from my cunt. “Fuck~! Fuck~!” Every moan that left my lips was getting higher and higher until I was practically screaming from how good it felt. I could feel heat and tension building more and more in my gut, it was like I was one of those wind up toys and you just kept twisting and twisting at that special fucking crank. It wasn’t long before the tension snapped and sent cum dripping down your hand and my thighs. A chorus of ‘Oh god Cole’ and a string of curses was leaving my lips on repeat and the way my abs tried to tense up had my upper body curling in on itself. This was exactly what I needed but was never able to give to myself. @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 26-Sep-23 11:23 PM
I guess having my face flesh-locked between two halves of your ass and entire seeping cunt wasn’t enough. A fist corded my hair like a lawn mower ripcord and force fed me more sludgy mess like I was built to do it. “Yes ma’am.” Mumbled out of my mouth into your squeezing cunt, but all you heard was some far away buzzing. Of course there had been no expectation by this man for the sounds proper to reach you, and the entire act had been one of private showmanship. Both freezing arms were wrapped around you when my name started spurting your lips like a horny choir, and before long leg fucking ramped to a pace of no return. There are not many times in my life that this creature’s name is screamed in tandem with Heaven’s Keeper. You were an admitted virgin, but there was a tiny chance that this orgasm was your first. Darker rituals were not a method unknown to me, and thus I knew there was a small chance the spiritual ties of your father would know of this act. Was I robbing a proud hunter’s daughter of her first sing song death of soul? God, this is my prayer that I hope its true. I’d ask the fat bastard to smite me if it wasn’t reality, but hadn’t I already been struck by lightning once today? Maybe that was my pre-payment of karma, and now I have free will to do what I wish with you.
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. Your quivering orgasm was a kick to my balls, the pressure of which rocketed a second cup of cum into your house this evening. This one spiderwebbed gooey trails of cold Cole mix onto the bottom of your comforter. A swelled portion of my cock was just as thick as flush head, and this segment lodged your legs as you tensed up in ecstasy. Being half denied and squeezed by you leaked more of me out and down your limbs adding to whatever you stepped in earlier. All of my cries went up into your guts, and at the very end you even made me choke on girl cum. I’m not sure if you held me there on purpose, but its a good thing I don’t need to breathe. Prying you away would likely only injure a fragile human body. Besides, its nice to be used by such a pretty thing. When I was granted freedom a coiled rope of your slime dangled off of my face which swiftly snapped and left a snail trail down the collar of my shirt. Whatever was on my chin can be slurped up when you look at me, but I forgot to do so at the sight of how flush your face was. Even in our darkened environment glancing up at you was an obvious betrayal of blood underneath. Initially I had planned on saying something sly, but instead I muttered, “You are a beautiful living woman when blushing.” Did I look ridiculous kneeled in front of you? At least you are getting a good look at what will stuff you seven days from now. “That’s a good thirty seconds after you drained it too, imagine how big I get when you haven’t finished me off already.” Think about the pale snake for seven days, scentless lamb of Eden. @killahxkylie (edited)
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Eden Eleazar BOT 27-Sep-23 11:17 AM
The gasped panting moans that were falling from my lips on repeat now as I waited for the intense high to ebb were bordering on embarrassing. Did it usually take people this long to come back down to earth after having an orgasm? It made me question if I had ever had one before with anyone ever but I knew that answer to that question was a resounding definitely not. Finally I released your hair from my death grip and felt like I could actually at least somewhat function again. Peeking down at you had my mouth dropping back open because there was no way a dick was supposed to be that perfect. Your words only deepened the red in my cheeks and spread it down to my naked chest, of which I suddenly became all too aware of and scrambled to cover up with my towel as I sat down on the bed. I already needed to change the comforter, no point in trying to save it from my own mess now. “Is it going to hurt?” Almost immediately my eyes went wide with how stupid that question must have sounded. It’s not like you didn’t know that I was a virgin, I had told you as much but did I really feel the need to further embarrass myself about it? “Nevermind I don’t know why I asked that, please ignore me. And put that thing away.” Mostly so I could stop looking at it and wondering what it was going to feel like inside of me. Wait, no, there was no way I was actually going to sleep with you at the end of the week. For one, that wasn’t enough time to get to know somebody and for two, my body shouldn’t be used as some sort of bargaining chip. What kind of idiot would really give themselves away like that to someone who will probably just disappear with the wind afterwards? Not me. I know better. We’ll do the kitchen tomorrow and then that will be that. There won’t be any reason for us to spend any time together past that anyways. @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 27-Sep-23 07:31 PM
Even after having your soul sucked backwards through your cunt you still had a cute look of awe in your eyes while looking at me. Having a piece of yourself observed with such shocking reverence will do amazing things for your ego. That’s right you hard to get bitch, the entire length of that flesh knotted thing will be stuffed to your soaking end. I have a feeling you are going to cry when it finally happens. If you decided to cut our friendship short before the action could take place you were definitely going to hate how it happened. Either way a cunt full of Cole cum is in your future, and I bet its hard to hide your scent when I turn a soft skull inside out. Jesus, I really need to chill the fuck out. “Depends how much you fight it.” Angry gems behind your eyes glinted in reaction to my comment. You like that? Being talked to like shit? It was obvious the words made you mad, but I’d be lying if that hadn’t been my intention. In a return jab you told me to put the thing away. Grunting in beastly annoyance I stuffed the empty hose back into my pants. After the comment stewed in my head a moment it only soared my ego more to have it referred as such. A thing. Whatever name you had for it didn't matter, as you would be crying mine when it found a home inside virgin cunt. It was pushing it to say anything more now, but that seemed to be our developing dynamic. “Its okay to feel confused Eden, I will be teaching you alot about yourself.” .
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Even after being drained of lust it was impossible to ignore the glimmering lightly shine of my mess on your lower legs. This man had spent enough time on his knees though, and rising back to my full height put me where I belong again. Looking down at you the hot spiderwebs on your bedsheets was an obvious annoyance. Now was a chance to earn some lost lamb brownie points, “Do you want me to strip that and wash it for you?” Lord knows I will need something to do while you sleep tonight “I’ll probably be a up a bit perusing your library.” That’s as much thanks you will get for letting me huff your musk for a few minutes. Being used like that usually drove me mad, so why was I looking forward to being your cold cock again? @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 27-Sep-23 07:48 PM
Something about you telling me that it was okay to be confused pissed me off. Maybe it was because I didn't like how you seemed to read me that easily. I was confused. There had been plenty of times where I had been tempted by lust but I had never really wanted to sleep with someone so badly. It didn't make any sense to me when I didn't know the first thing about you. There had always been this picture in my head about how things would go for me the first time about and this definitely wasn't it. I had always imagined it being romantic and special, not just some fuck with a guy who broke into my house. Disappointment in myself had my lips tugging down in a frown and my eyes drifting to the floor. What the fuck am I doing? When you rose to your feet again I looked up at you and when our eyes met I swear it was like a rush of static energy went through my body. The feeling was so strong that I had to look away. Why in the hell did I want to kiss you so badly right now? Maybe it's just some weird endorphin thing from cumming my brains out on your face. "That.. would actually be really nice yeah, thank you. I have more sheets and a blanket I can use in the meantime." The offer caught me off guard but I wasn't about to turn down the opportunity to not have to mess with the wash myself. Especially not with how heavy and tired my body felt after that entire ordeal. "You're sure you don't mind?" @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 29-Sep-23 05:02 PM
Are you avoiding eye contact? The first time you did it I followed the front of your face with a dip of my head. A second glance and that was all you needed to speak while partially turned away from me. My entire world was still the smell of you, and no matter how many times I wiped my face it wouldn’t go away. Swallowing drool over and over was rather embarrassing, and you were lucky I had taken the time to stuff my hanging cock away. It’s probably better if you don’t know the absolute beastly level of lustful appetite I contain. Although maybe you felt it too, and that was why we weren’t face to face right now. It feels so splendidly nice to be recognized. One thing you lose out on creeping around like a sneaky asshole is the companionship that comes with helping someone. Many may not believe it, but I actually preferred to lend helping hands over rip them off. Not to say that I hold back when the need strikes, but it doesn’t mean I revel purely in destruction… only like fifty percent? Maybe I am a monster. After clearing my throat to rid a gap of Eden dew I said, “I mean, don’t you think it’s the least I can do?” Is it that easy to forget that I had broken into your house after sucking your soul out through your cunt? There was still a reserved look in your features, “Don’t worry, I know how to untie all the little strands inside.” See, I’m not a moron, I know how a comforter works. Human men sure do keep the bar low. .
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It was obvious you wanted to forget what happened, but I had to keep the power on my side. Fast as a striking bolt I leered up behind you and with a quick brush of my hand pushed your hair over a shoulder. Cold wind carried freezing words, “Thanks for the fun, by the way.” With that I stripped your bed of its cover with two quick yanks. Jesus Christ, this thing weighs a ton. Is it just cold out here, or are you looking to survive a bullet impact? Looking out into your hallway there was still a lingering question in my mind. How can I ask this without giving myself up? “Your washer is further back, yeah?” I can’t remember actually seeing it, but the obvious statement helped to push the conversation forward into my distraction, “Am I going to get hurt looking for it?” Siri, how do you ask: Are there any more archaic daddy traps that are going to turn me into a burnt out light bulb? A creeping specter of hot paranoia reminded me you could be setting an elusive trap. There is no way. It still urged me to be careful. Are more words enough to make this stick? “My plan was to take the cover off on your couch, and then toss it in your wash.” Do you know how many societies have passed since I had the thought, ‘Please don’t hurt me?’ @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 29-Sep-23 06:57 PM
"I didn't doubt that you know how a comforter works, Cole." Fuck that came out much snappier than I meant for it too, apparently fighting a war inside your own head about whether it's okay that I enjoyed that so much was making me bitchy. Although I suppose going along with thinking that you didn't know how to use one would have been just as bad. Deciding on contentment with that being a no-win scenario I let out a sigh. It was at that moment that you came up from behind me and pushed my hair over one shoulder, the action felt so strangely erotic when you did it and when you thanked me for the fun I felt my knees get weak. It took everything I had in me to not whimper from how badly I wanted to turn and catch your lips in a kiss. It would be all too easy to just give in and let you have everything I had to offer right now. Being so worked up from such a simple action after just finally getting release felt cruel and had my brows knitting together. Fucking Cole. "Oh I mean.. no you should be fine." I couldn't explain that you'd be fine because those traps are only meant to catch certain creatures and you obviously weren't one of them. I would have felt much more guilty for the first one going off had I been the one to let you in. There also wasn't a good way to tell you that I had no idea where all of the different traps were set, most of them had been around since I could barely walk and I'd never seen one go off before. "I can show you where the washer is if you want? It's just past the living room in the back of the house. I just need to clean up first." .
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The sticky mess between my legs wasn't going to just disappear especially since your little brush of my hair had me leaking even more. Awkwardly wrapping the towel back around myself I made the walk of shame back to the bathroom to wipe myself off and try to gather my thoughts. So far I wasn't having any luck at that and all I could continue to think about was stupid handsome boy lips. "Get a fucking grip Edennnnn" I whined at myself before brushing my teeth and walking back to the bedroom to finally pull a flannel on. For some reason at night I was always freezing and I almost always slept in a flannel and matching patterned pants. My friends had joked on more than one occasion that I slept like a middle aged married woman and of course that thought ran through my head when I pulled the shirt on and buttoned it up. I decided forgoing the pants for now would be fine and pulled in some boyshort panties instead. "Sorry I don't have a change of clothes to offer or anything." Yes make it even more obvious that there's no manly presence in your life. I suppose I could have offered something of my father's but then I might risk losing the faint remaining scent of him and that wasn't something I was willing to say goodbye to yet. @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 30-Sep-23 04:36 PM
It might have been rude, but I didn’t quite trust your assertion that I would be ‘fine.’ We weren’t arranging the color coordination of a graduation party, this was a life or death chance of me gettin turned into ash. Can that happen? Typically menial mental distractions were rare for me, but after slurping at your sour I couldn’t seem to find a break in conscious. Thankfully you saved me from stewing within my own mind by offering a tour to washing machine. “That would be most lovely, Eden.” Next you extended me another branch of trust by leaving to the bathroom. Does the modern human really just trust break ins to wander their entire home unguarded? Does it say more about you or me? Oh God, do I come off as a non threat? Embarrassingly this fantasy pissed me off enough to force me a grinding clench of jaw. It hurt to pass teeth hatefully over one another, but it was easier to do than smash this room up. .
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I just stood there like a stupid bat shrouded in darkness and clutching your comforter. It seemed shitty of me to let it hang on the ground, so I busied myself wrapping it up around my shoulders. It probably looked like a giant scarf, and the boyish thought held my attention until I realized some part of it was covered in my cum. I swear to Christ if it is pressed to my back or something. That would be just my luck. When you finally returned to me I probably looked a tad too excited. With a motion of your hand I carefully stepped back into the hallway. Only a few corners had to be navigated before we were greeted with halfway utility room separating house and garage. Either I had gotten lucky by not stepping through anymore, or somehow the act of welcoming me through them was disarming the magic. Knowing how chance typically treated me through history I would likely end up killing myself on one later. Once my eyes found the side by side cleansing machines I said, “Thanks, Lamb.” Fuuuck! Internal alarms blared at the nickname slip up. A reactionary clearing of my throat granted me enough time to think of a saving statement. “Sorry, ma’am.” After another second, “I am still a little gummed up with you.” Yes, let that scarlet blush distract you from what I just said. With a flourishing step I passed you and curved back toward the living room. Both of my eyes were clenched shut the last few steps as I crossed a corner of the coffee table I had yet to step by. A silent prayer went to your home, Please don’t kill me Mr. House. With a slump I fell back into your couch and immediately began to busy myself with its disassembly. A cool voice floated like cigarette smoke, “I’d tell you that I am all set, but I am worried you would throw the obviousness of the statements into my face again.” A sideways section of my lower lip sucked underneath my upper teeth as I lost myself in focus of the blanket. “Are you going to bed, or will you sit up for more wonderful company?”
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Eden Eleazar BOT 30-Sep-23 06:17 PM
Seeing you with the blanket wrapped around your back like some kind of big scarf was actually adorable and I wished that I had never seen it because it made my heart do some kind of annoying flip flop in my chest. All I could manage to do was clear my throat before leading you to the laundry room, nothing happened much to my relief as I really had meant it when I said that I didn’t know what was booby trapped and what wasn’t. “Did you just-?” You quickly corrected yourself to ma’am but those words weren’t all that close together and it felt like it was a rushed save. Lamb though? What did that even mean? I’m sure I was going to sit up and think about that for awhile tonight, there was no way I was going to be able to sleep knowing that you were cozied up on my couch anyway. When we made our way back to my living room and you slumped back onto the couch I realized that I was awkwardly hovering. Why did I want to be around you? You were like some weird magnetizing force and I was just some dumb hunk of metal. “No.” Well that sounded rude, “I mean I should get some sleep. I had a long day at work and we have a long day of fixing my kitchen tomorrow.” I could have also added on the fact that I was tired both mentally and physically from the mind blowing orgasm you had given me but your ego was already big enough for the two of us. “You already know where my room is if you need something.” I smiled awkwardly before I made my way back to my room to fall into bed. Nothing about what I was doing felt right or okay but I couldn’t help it. Maybe it was loneliness or maybe it was just me being a dumb girl who wants to help people. Either way you were still here and you were going to be here when I woke up in the morning too. Although, I guess that wasn’t guaranteed either. .
18:17
I laid there awake for hours just thinking about you and what we had done. Every time I remembered how it felt to have your tongue and lips against my body I blushed and buried my face into the pillow. Was I actually going to let you have sex with me at the end of a week? Suddenly my life had become ten times more stressful than it had been when I had woken up this morning but maybe that wasn’t a bad thing, I could probably use some excitement that didn’t have to do with work. Eventually after fighting it until well past midnight my body decided that I needed to sleep whether I liked it or not and drifted into a borderline coma. It’s amazing what cumming hard and overthinking will do for your rest. @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 01-Oct-23 10:35 AM
The odd tone to this conversation felt rather business professional considering you had just allowed me to delve the deepest walls of your hot cunt with my face. You and I had done all of this after having just met hours ago, so it’s not likely you are a prude. Nervous virgin energy was more like it, but it didn’t seem fair for a thing such as me to earn access to purity. It was cute how you went on to preach to me about long days as if centuries of mine haven’t been the same one. Are you tired scentless Lamb? Perhaps your poor mind just required a night of focus to meditate on the absolute level of depravity we had engaged in today. We both know you had slunk off to a sink to wipe yourself down, but I didn’t even earn a goodnight? This relationship was only partially consensual anyway and thus I followed your exit with a, “Night, friend!” There were a million vile things that I had preferred to attach at the end, but such vague nomenclature was a fun counter tease to your blankness. Joke is on you anyway because I got to watch your memorized ass retreat. .
10:35
Shit, now I have chores to do. I broke in here after rotting in your tree for days with the sole intention of drinking you dry, and here I was doing your sex stained laundry at sun down. Maybe I should give myself a break on the grounds that I did drink you in someway. A brooding dark lurking beneath my personality chimed in with how you owed me one for getting me hurt anyway. Think of the knowledge lost had I died. At least an ego can also serve as a shield instead of its typical servant as a suicide vest. Zipping open the bottom of your comforter offered access to a hundred annoying ties clamping a huge feather stuffed blanket to its edges. I must be feeling a lot better as nimble finger movements were not only possible, but they were not even painful. Eventually the cover came loose and I rested the innards on the couch before traipsing down the hallway. If I was going to walk into a freakish curtain of pain it was going to happen with a stride like I owned the fucking place. The washing machines filled a tiny room with happy chiming sounds as I plugged in standard settings and stuffed it full of cum stained covering. Hardly three steps back into the hallway and it was nearly impossible to hear running water. This place must have concrete walls, and it made sense given what you were. Afraid of being under siege? Although there are threats other than me, did your father have gun toting enemies? Resisting the urge to whistle I took my time walking back to the living room. Familial portraits decorated the hallway with pretty memories, but no warm smile came to the face of this intruder. Families are weakness, or maybe I am just jealous that it’s something I will never have. This walk was supposed to be fun and creepy not sad and revolting. There was a mechanic ker-thunk as the washer finished filling and switched to a main cycle that carried up to where I stood now. .
10:36
There honestly was a healthy assortment of books in here, but regardless of how the next week plays out I will have time to read them later. It won’t be near as fun to prowl around this home when only ghosts occupy it. My next destination was the kitchen and I really had done a number on most of it. A cabinet door still hung comedically from a single hinge and ambient air pressure granted it a wobbled swing. Mischief demanded I reach out and bump it with my foot, but I am more than positive it would just result in a loud noise. However if it fell of later while we were elsewhere in the house it would be equally terrifying, so I busied myself momentarily wrenching it from the broken metal and setting it atop the counter. Being this close to the fridge just smelled of rotting people food and so my tour continued until I got back to the room I had entered through. A noticeable draft cooled this section of the home, but my further exploration was guarded by an ancient Cerberus. Stupid mutt sat across the hallway like she owned the entire block, but killing your dog is probably a bad move if my end game is fucking you. Annoying ass dog also got in the way of watching you sleep. Guess I am reading nighttime stories. Wandering back into the living room I stole another catalog of local histories off the wall before plopping onto the couch. I must have been perusing for awhile because hardly any progress was made before an angry buzzer alerted me to comforters cleansing completion. Dumping the sopping cleaner scented mess into your dryer granted me freedom from responsibility and thus I finally settled in for the evening. .
10:36
Sleeping isn’t something I get to be blessed with, and thus I spent hours meditating on our nasty sloppy fun. With closed eyes I slipped into a dreamlike trance where memories of your skin on my face replayed over and over. Instantly I grew hard, and I would stay that way until the fantasy would play out. After I had settled down the process would start over as no manner of distraction could keep your wam body from my mind’s theater. I don’t think I thought clearly again until the sun came up, and I know for a fact the book didn’t get touched again. Too bad for you it basically meant I had edged myself into a horny mess all night, But why would I waste myself when I know you’ll at least let me spill it onto your skin? @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 01-Oct-23 01:06 PM
After what probably ended up being some of the hardest sleep I had ever had I woke up in a borderline panic when my alarm went off. It felt so jarring to have been that deep in sleep and then ripped from it so abruptly. Realizing that it was just the alarm I reached over to shut it off and then laid there a bit longer to catch my breath. Sadie as if on queue came bounding into the room for morning cuddles and her presence quickly calmed my racing heart. "Yes yes good morning to you too" I laughed softly and stretched before sitting up to pet her for a while. "Let's get you some breakfast hm?" It took until I was halfway done pulling on a gray turtleneck to remember the stranger that was currently somewhere in the house and my cheeks pinked in a blush from it. "Sadie, why did you let a stranger stay the night?" The creature looked at me confused while I pulled on a pair of light wash jeans and I couldn't help but shake my head. "I know, I know stop blaming you." The quiet metal clinking of her tag against her collar was a welcome sound, it was a normal part of my mornings and it meant that there was still some sort of routine still alive and well. I hadn't thrown off everything with what I did last night. Pushing into the bathroom I brushed my teeth, fixed my hair, and put on the small bit of makeup I usually wore. "Do you think there's really such a thing as fate?" Talking to my dog as if she was an actual person was also a habit that I had gotten into once it was just me living in the house. Surely I'm not the only pet owner that does that though. Another confused look and a small huff told me I was taking too long to get on with getting her breakfast so begrudgingly I made my way towards the kitchen, and therefore you. .
13:06
"Good morning. Did you sleep alright?" I didn't have it in me to look your way when I asked and instead let the words float between us in the space between the living room and kitchen. It was easy to busy myself getting Sadie's breakfast ready, although it didn't take nearly long enough to dump the foul mix of meat into her dish before setting it down and then there was no excuse to not go and face you. "I've spent a few nights on that couch myself, it's pretty comfortable." @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 02-Oct-23 09:02 PM
I was not paying proper attention, and this was obvious when the opening of your bedroom door startled me so bad I yelped. A cold hand of my own had been wrapped around a cum glistened dick whose mass was still contained within my pants. With a startled jolt I pulled it from my waistband, and barely did so with enough time to avoid your entrance. Luckily you weren’t looking at me, and this granted enough time to button them back up. Would you have even been upset if the situation had allowed me to be caught? Seems that you may have a thing with being used like a gross sex object, but then again we had just met right? What do I know about the woman whose cunt’s flavor is memorized by my tongue? Your good morning’s were very hard to take seriously with whatever slop you were distributing to the disgusting floor creature. What is with dogs? Who the fuck wants them? A small shake of my head saved me from wearing a look of disdain. Finally I said, “Slept great, actually!” You were right that the couch was comfortable, but there really was no excuse for the comforter not being back into its cover. Sure there was a good fake lie for it since I had to ‘rest,’ but the act could have been completed instead of playing with myself all night. Speaking of, I was really regretting not taking care of my desire now that you were up again. Jesus, that ass. Had the stupid son of God crafted that fucking thing out of silky flesh himself? Biting my lower lip would only betray my nature so instead I just focussed on taking deep breaths. .
21:02
After some awkward silence I remembered conversation takes two. “The couch is super cozy, actually.” Sitting up took no effort at all, and it seems one evening is how long it takes me to heal from dad-lightning-headshot. “Say.. I’m not really much of a breakfast person. Why don’t we take your car into town and I can get you coffee and food on the way?” I am assuming you drank coffee anyway, if not you’d be the only cunt with legs on the planet who doesn’t mainline the shit like they require it to live. Whomever I had been before becoming a tick must have hated the stuff too because I have zero memories of it. Not that I have many memories anyway, but coffee didn’t stand out like some other things did. Cool wind on a beach, and the sound of distant explosions invoke infinite more mysterious nostalgia. “Unless of course you prefer to make a meal in the kitchen that I somersaulted into.” If you didn’t make a decision I might just plug this cock meal into your ass and leave you crying on the floor void a liter of blood. Temper was a thing this morning, I was hungry, and we still had a room to repair. Annoyingly, you also had a beating heart whose sound was driving me insane. @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 02-Oct-23 09:51 PM
It was a relief to me that you slept well for one reason or another. The first was because it meant that you probably hadn't been wandering around, and the second was because for some reason I was happy that you were still actually here. Not that I would be caught dead admitting that. The comforter also was noticeably not put back together yet so it didn't seem like you were lying about being asleep either. "Coffee sounds great actually that's a good idea, I'm definitely a breakfast person but there's a place that does a killer breakfast wrap, we can stop there." I turned briefly to face the disaster kitchen and laughed. "No thanks, stopping is just fine." Moving towards the front door I bent down to pull on some sneakers and grabbed my bag. It wasn't anything fancy, just a plain black leather mini backpack. Quick to grab and easy to keep out of the way if I needed to. Coming back to where you were still sitting on the couch with much more pep in my step than the night before I realized that I had gotten to shower and make myself comfortable but you were still in the same clothes you had been stuck in the woods in. "Hey um-. Do you need some fresh clothes or anything?" It also dawned on me that I had no idea if you had anything nearby. You had said something about living far away when I offered you a ride last night but if you were here 'working' then you must be staying somewhere local… right? "We can stop wherever you're staying or whatever if you want." Why was I explaining what I meant like some bumbling idiot right now? .
21:51
The feeling of being flustered had me double checking stupid things before we left like making sure the dogs water that I had just filled the day before was still full, and then grabbing a bottle that I could fill with my own water for the drive as if I would need it once we got into town and got coffee. You made me feel like an idiot and you didn't even have to say anything to do it. Honestly it was embarrassing. I didn't even say anything when I was ready to bring our awkwardness to the car. I just grabbed a set of keys and shook them as if I was summoning some dumb cat. Maybe the girls are right, I need to date more. @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 03-Oct-23 08:50 AM
Did you just agree to something I said? The stuck up virgin who acts above every action I partake in is going to let me make plans? It was a good thing you bent over to slip on shoes or you may have seen me staring at you with incredulousness. Did you like me, or was this just what happens after someone puts a night’s rest in-between them and a stranger’s break in. I hope you dreamt about me, but there wasn’t any time to ask before you explained more about breakfast. Wait, am I going to have to drink coffee? Sometimes life feels like an infinite cycle of setting myself up for failure. How many impossible social situations can I get into instead of just taking what I want from you? Is playing this weeklong sex chase worth it? Your next line of questioning would have heat my face into a blush if such things were even possible. Oh God, I smell. My eyes darted around in search of stains or dirt. Why didn’t I shower last night? If you didn’t think I was gross it didn’t even matter as explaining where my things were would be even harder. There wasn’t a motel room where I stayed, and all of my things were secure inside of a waterproof duffel bag and tied to a tree in your backyard. Already a plan was coalescing like rolling smoke from the shadows of my cold skull. “Hotel in town is where we were all staying before everybody got shot up.” My lie had been our operations were broken up by a rival gang, right? Perhaps I should be faking more remorse for the death of my fake friends, but hopefully you just think me a hardened sad boy type or something. Not far from the truth anyway. If I have you drop me off there I can go inside, walk out the back, and then sprint here to change. Timing would be mildly suspicious, but I should be able to make it back before you notice. “It would be rather pleasant if you could drop me off there real quick, actually.” Just as long you don’t ask to come inside too. .
08:50
Standing up from the couch was accented by a groaning of old furniture. Sneaking around in here would have been difficult without brain melting traps anyway. When you jingled the keys they reflected a problem that hadn’t been considered until now, sunlight. Fuck! Fuck a duck! Light his shiny feathers on fire and shred his insides! There would be no quick sprint back home if this trip was completed this morning. A few survivor’s scenarios fluttered my mind in murderous colors. It was dark enough in here right now that killing you would be easy, but is there some unknown murder utensil between me and you? This game is going to be harder for me than I thought. With a curt nod I closed the distance between us and that seemed to be enough heads up for you to let us out. Hot morning sun draped a lead weight blanket over my body. Sun for most of my kind would kill them within mere seconds of contact. Some of us, myself included, are capable of walking outside in the day without perishing. There are different variations of immunity, and for some it only prolongs the inevitable. For me its a sapping of all bodily strength, but it doesn’t hurt and there is no need to fear true demise. Unfortunately it doesn’t feel like a simple loss of power, but the symptoms are a more dramatic experience of being weakened. Much like the strengthless feeling that comes with the flu, just without bodily aches. Our short walk to your car took some genuine effort, but usually after a few minutes I adjust a bit. Or perhaps I just get used to it. .
08:51
While you busied yourself with locking the front door I made a slow maneuvering walk toward the passenger side so I would be ready once it was opened. The very moment a motorized click signified my possible entry you bet that this man yanked the door open to tuck inside shade. Thank God. Unless he is actually listening, then suck my dick you heavenly cursing asshole. Stale smells of plastic and cleaner were replaced by your body when the driver’s side was filled by you. Your bodily aura was still feint and barely carried with it a perceptible haze, but our time together was allowing me mild adjustment to its hidden quality. “Thank you, by the way.” My fucking stuff is a few trees from where we are right now and I can’t get it, and for some reason the thought added a bit of snark into my thanks. After clearing my throat I said, “I mean it, I don’t deserve your hospitality and yet here we are getting breakfast together.” Without even thinking my sun warmed glacier of a hand gracefully left the center console to grip at your knee. Any higher would be overtly lewd, but this made for a teasing middle ground. I let the touch remain there just long enough to see your face jitter with nerves before returning it to my own lap. Our car had yet to be started, “Are we going to go somewhere?” Maybe if I play my cards right you will let me toy with your warming mask of a cunt before we get into town. @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 03-Oct-23 11:04 AM
“Okay yeah we can stop there first!” If I had agreed to that any more cheerily I think my head would have popped clean off, maybe getting some food and coffee and just doing some normal things will calm my nerves a little. I don’t know why they’re so much worse today than they were last night. Maybe it's just because of what happened between us that everything feels so off kilter for me right now. Am I a prude or something? The thought ran through my head as I locked the door behind us and it was embarrassing how many tries it took me to slot the key into the stupid hole to do so because of it. I didn’t think I was a prude. I mean there's nothing wrong with wanting your first time to mean something right? Or to at the very least be more than a one night stand? Although I guess that doesn’t give me much of an excuse for never sleeping with any of the boyfriends that I had but I mean.. I just didn’t want to. I wonder if there’s a medical professional out there who can figure out exactly which wire in my brain is crossed that makes me want to do everything else and then freeze up at the final act. .
11:04
The current bullet train of thoughts that was running through my head when I got into the driver's seat had my brows pinched together as I blindly tossed my bag into the back seat. It took your voice and a hand squeezing at my knee to really pull me out of my own mental spiral over sex of all things. “O-oh yeah it’s no problem, it's nice to have some company.” A swallow so hard that you could probably see it made its way down my neck from the physical contact and when you let go and pointed out that we were still just sitting in the driveway my face flared. “Right, sorry. Told you I needed that coffee.” I cleared my throat before I finally put the keys in the ignition and started the car, town wasn’t all that far away and I had every which way to and from memorized so well I could probably drive it with my eyes closed at this point. It only took a few minutes of us being on the road for me to realize that I hadn’t even acknowledged the fact that you had lost friends in the process of everything that had happened to you and immediately I felt the crushing weight of guilt wrap me up like a boa. “Hey I’m really sorry about your friends. I can’t imagine seeing that happen.” I’d definitely seen my fair share of terrible things but none of it had been to people that I cared about, only to soulless monsters who didn’t care about the wreckage they left in their wake. Every time one of them died all I could feel was relief and in a weird way some kind of vengeance for my own family. “I didn’t realize that there was so much violence in all of that stuff.” I suppose it made sense though, anywhere money went violence was bound to follow, especially when the money being made wasn’t legal to begin with. @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 07-Oct-23 09:26 PM
Right, coffee is definitely what you needed and none of this creature whose aura you are drunk upon. In all of my years there have been few car rides that I actually found entertaining. Vehicles are slow, noisy, smelly, and typically rather expensive to maintain. So not only were there other methods of transportation I much preferred, but the occupants within them are hardly ever worth my time. Today was a nice twist to this boring typicality, and I swiveled near forty-five degrees so I could get an eye full of its main course. Leaning back offered me a decent vantage point, and it also blocked the window with my shoulder. Even though being within the car was helpful to my sun sickness, the side window still poured in enough light to be annoying. You had pretty fingers, but there was no way to work this into our causal conversation. Their backdrop was rolling trees which were accented by the occasional mailbox. There was a decent sized community crammed back here within these hills. How many of them are hunters? Those big eyes were focused enough on driving that I was allowed ample time to soak in your figure. You had been naked last night, but my face had been buried within you, therefore most of your curves were still left up to my imagination. My eyes crawled all the way to your jaw by the time you attempted pity over my friends. .
21:26
I almost fucked up by asking ‘who?’ I need to stop staring at girls, it’s distracting. Sadly I had lost enough friends in my pitiful existence that it was easy to feign sadness. Tapping into a well of long buried emotions I oiled my voice with faux sorrow, “Don’t worry about it, your company has been a welcome tap of healing.” Fuck me or I’ll kill you. I’ll say, the intrusive thoughts are rather tenacious this morning. Added mumblings of violence almost went unanswered by me, but it was too nice a chance to prod at you, “We’d both be surprised the amount of violence in what seems mundane.” It would be spookier if not for the topic of conversation. For a moment I allowed my gaze to shift out the windshield. An enchanting tunnel of greens and golds arched over our pathway. The road was dotted with dazzling piles of colored leaves, and the trees were decorated with every color fall can offer. Most of the life here seemed to prefer yellows over orange, but the occasional thick trunked maple glimmered with darker dressings. “I don’t know what I really expected to find coming out here.” Other than your father’s trove of information of course. I knew he was dead before most did, but my gifted sight to the fallen will only offer me so much a head start. And here I am using it to fuck his daughter. You’d be disappointed to know how fast I arrived at the conclusion it was worth my time. It filled me with a teasing energy. One I intended to dispense in your direction, “Other than a tree dwelling snack who has made me quite the little promise.” Will you find my delivery small? Somehow I doubt it. @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 08-Oct-23 07:41 AM
I really wished that I could turn completely away from you with the way my cheeks pinked up, it made me oddly happy to know that my presence had been a comforting one for you even given the odd circumstances that we had met under. “Well, I’m glad that I could help make you feel better.” The thought that it was just because you were tongue deep in my cunt crossed my mind for a brief moment and I tried my best to push it away. I’d certainly hope that my company was worth more than what I could offer physically. A hum rumbled in my chest in response to you saying we’d both be surprised by the violence in what seems mundane. It wasn’t a surprise to me at all in any sense. There had been more occasions than I could count where violence cropped up where I never would have thought it should have, eventually I learned to just expect it to be everywhere in one way or another. I felt bad for you when you said you didn’t know what to expect by coming here. Surely it wasn’t that all of your friends would end up shot dead over some stupid distilling disagreement. I honestly couldn’t imagine how it would feel to come somewhere thinking you were just going to work and make some money just to have everyone end up dead. Survivors' guilt can be one hell of a thing, I’d been dealing with that my entire life. “Hey, a deal is a deal if I cut you off before the week is up then you get nothing.” The only problem was that just being near you was enough to make me squirm and I didn’t know if I would be able to cut you off before the seven, six now, days were up. “You know, I am curious, why make a deal like that with me when you could just go into town and pick up anyone you’d like?” It’s certainly not like you weren’t good looking enough and you had enough charisma to charm the pants off of anyone. So why me? @bonghitsforfeds
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Cole Callidora BOT 09-Oct-23 11:14 PM
Trained years of cold hate made it to where my initial reaction to your cheery admittance was to internally deny it. You didn't make me feel better. Such a strong reaction considering this lie wasn’t something that truly occurred. After the snap of hate my heart warmed to the idea. Or is that just the fucking sun? You had made me feel better. Truthfully it wasn’t fair. How many nights had I shredded cute bundles of girl-meat like you without a second thought? Why did this daughter thing get to make some special cut? I couldn’t call what budded within me for you ‘feelings,’ but it was assuredly a degree more than nothing. Teasing over our deal filled me with hope this conversation was going to progress. “Would you do that? Cut a gentleman like me off?” Do gentle creatures break through windows and eat their inhabitants? To be fair, in the circles I originated from this man was considered quite the flatterer. You can be charismatic while simultaneously dangerous. Did everyone churn with endless inner thought or did that just come with an eternity of brooding? Outside our tunnel of beautiful color was thinning, but my eyes were yet scarred by her sun’s brightness. How long had we been driving? Jesus, it felt like decades already. What you said next read my mind’s previous scratching. What made you special? “Is it possible I just like the way you smell?” If only I fucking could! Talk about a blasted curse that needs to be dispatched. What do you smell like, and why is your cunt all I can think about? “Sorry, I can’t help myself.” Jokes will get me killed someday, I am sure of it. “When I first laid eyes on you a pull in my chest urged me to get closer.” These were lies, dirty lies. However this man’s aura meant you didn’t know, and in fact you likely thought it all sick truth. “Do you feel the pull between us, Eden?” Choke on my appeal you fucking murderer. @killahxkylie
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Eden Eleazar BOT 11-Oct-23 12:40 PM
"I don't think gentleman would be the first choice of words I would use to describe you Cole." A small laugh and shake of my head punctuated the statement. It's not that you were an outright creep or something but the fact of the matter was you were a criminal, you broke into my house, and you buried your face in my ass and cunt the first night we had ever met. Not that I didn't want or enjoy it because God knows I did but that's not the behavior of what I would define as a gentleman. At least you didn't force yourself on me. Wow a man doing the bare minimum. I guess it's fair that I shouldn't try to give you more credit than is due just because I like you. Still though, all of that aside, I didn't know if I would actually be able to cut you off. Or if I really wanted to. "I'm going to just hope that you don't mean that in the way I think you do." My cheeks tinted pink and my hand gripped the wheel harder knowing that you could have meant it in more than one way, and one of them was pretty perverse. "I would say the same for you but.. well you definitely need a shower." It was a playful tease and I hadn't noticed any offensive smells coming from you but it was still fun to pick on you. It was only fair considering how often you'd done it to me already. I wasn't expecting the way my heart seemed to tumble around in my chest when you said you felt pulled to get closer to me. Could that be dangerous? Was it the work of something supernatural? Or was our chance meeting somehow one of those weird twists of fate people always write about. "I…" The words caught on my tongue when I tried to tell you that I felt it too. Something was keeping me from admitting it but I don't know what. "Which hotel are you at?" We were nearing the edge of town where the majority of them were and it seemed like a good distraction from the admittance of feeling the pull towards you. @bonghitsforfeds
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