Okay, I talked to Lurker about this one earlier today, so I thought I'd
buckle down and write it.
Lemon content ahead, although if you couldn't tell from the opening
statement that Lurker gave, you need some form of help...
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After such an intense orgasm, she should have been panting heavily;
however, she lay unnaturally still, the rise and fall of a chest filling
with air curiously absent.
Then, with renewed vigor, Morrigan Aelsdale archced her back and ground
her pelvis harder against her lover.
No, not lover. Partner. For there was nothing remotely resembling love
in this coupling. Just pure, animal intensity.
Slowly, her ministrations began to have effect as the once softening
steel hardened again inside her velvet vice. A unique mixture of their
passion streamed along his member, down her thighs, and pooled at the
floor, where two servants were ready to clean it up immediately for the
pleasure and comfort of their mistress.
Looking deep into his eyes, Morrigan felt another wave of pleasure
overtake her. As it crested, she pulled him to her neck, enjoying the
sensation increase a thousand fold as his fangs pierced into her vein
and he drank of her unholy vitae.
Inwardly, Dimitri smiled at the thought of the immense power he would
gain from drinking deep the demon well. Power enough to return to the
demon realm as it's Master.
Pressing hard against Dimitri's head, holding him against her throat,
Morrigan reveled in the power she drew from his lusts. Even though they
weren't for her body, it was enough to balance out the power he took
from her, and even steal some from him.
Head thrown back in another fit of pleasure, her pale green hair splayed
over the bedsheets as the two engaged in an eternal power struggle.
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Wasn't going for romantic, or even erotic. Visceral. That's the word
I'm looking for. BTW, Vampires don't need to breath, and neither do
Succubi. And incase you didn't know, that was Darkstalkers/Night
Warriors.
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After such an intense orgasm, she should have been panting heavily;
however, she lay unnaturally still, the rise and fall of a chest filling
with air curiously absent. At least, it would be curious to anyone
walking past. But there was no one there.
"So... That's the ultimate pleasure in life... That's what Myung wants
from Isamu..."
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Not going to say who that was... You should be able to figure it out.
If it helps, that series was Macross Plus.
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After such an intense orgasm, she should have been panting heavily;
however, she lay unnaturally still, the rise and fall of a chest filling
with air curiously absent.
Then, with a great shuddering breath, Emeralda opened her eyes as the
nanomachines which formed her body studied, evaluated, formulated, then
improved upon the sensation.
Suddenly, her back arched off the bed again, and all that could be heard
was the silent gasping of air trying to force it's way past a throat
closed by pleasure.
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Xenogears. Ummm... Well, everyone was doing Eva, so... Now don't you
wish you had a Nanomachine colony for a body?
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After such an intense orgasm, she should have been panting heavily;
however, she lay unnaturally still, the rise and fall of a chest filling
with air curiously absent.
"759,436!" And a cheer went up as a man waved a ticket around
excitedly.
Yes, the winner of the annual 'How many orgasms are needed to kill a
Pikachu?' contest was a happy man indeed.
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Pokemon. It's just wrong, but I couldn't resist. Gomen....
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