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RE: Feed the Horde - Nox - 07-30-2024
Sex it was...
The horde purred with her hand at the back of his head. He went where she lead. There was nothing other than the pain and pleasure of what was before him. She was as corrupt as he, and then some. His monster fueled by hers. Nox fought back just enough to keep Oriena interested, it was a delicate balance between what he wanted and what the horde was willing to put up with. It didn't like being manhandled, yet the violence in which it was done spurred it on. The two feelings colliding in a way that made everything all that more intense. Nox let go of whatever held him back -- his own mind trapped in his body. The dark voices shouting it could always be this way. The memories of his uncaring self, the pain he caused others for the acceptance of his father for the cause.
The horde drank in the dark memories. Drank in the violence, the sex in whatever form was on offer. They pushed to take and Oriena yielded only to push back harder the next moment. It was a game.
An annoying sound buzzed in his ear. Nox wanted to flick it away, but something held him back. He held himself back.
A second, and a third buzz before a voice broke through the noise in his head. "Fuck it Nox. Whatever you are doing, The CCDPD is on their way to your location. So whatever the fuck is making you not answer, get the fuck out. I can't clean up all your messes."
Nox groaned, though it wasn't from pleasure or pain. It took more effort than he would have liked to stop and moved to grab Oriena by the back of her head with his mechanical and and tilted her head back with a hard angle. He bit at her neck and growled at her scent. He wanted to keep going. "Wicked says the cops are on their way here. I think we need to find someplace else to finish this. I don't fancy a night in a cell. We just got free."
RE: Feed the Horde - Oriena - 08-01-2024
Her eyes flashed at the rough grab, placated somewhat by the teeth at her neck. Ori wasn’t an exhibitionist, but neither did she give any fucks. About being watched. About being caught. He seemed in no hurry to untangle himself, and she certainly didn’t help on that score by the way she writhed against him. A couple of red devils were unlikely to be an issue unless they had a Dominion with them, and even then she rated their chances. But he already had enough of a guilt complex rattling round in his soft skull. It was the worst thing about him.
“Are you sure? Maybe the cameras in this shithole just don’t offer a good enough view.” She purred the words, but it ended in a wicked laugh against the shell of his ear for his little friend. Of course the assholes she’d scared off called the cops. The only surprise was that they’d attend a dive like this so quickly. She pressed the sole of her boot against Nox’s hip and shoved him back, irritated and quite content to shoot the messenger in her roughness. But if the action was cold, the way her eyes roamed his dishevelment certainly wasn’t.
Her tongue flickered against her lips as she smirked, full of heat that might just as easily devolve into persecution if he played his cards wrong. Still breathing hard, Ori tugged her leather pants the rest of the way up her thighs and swiped her jacket from where she’d dumped it. Glass crunched under heel, and she didn’t wait for him to follow before she plunged out into the cold night air.
RE: Feed the Horde - Nox - 08-02-2024
Oriena kicked him away and Nox stumbled backwards. Probably for the best, he wasn't sure he could have stopped. Her stare only made it worse. The horde was not appreciative of his gesture, but they didn't want to be trapped and that stayed any movement to stay and finish what they had started.
Sage hadn't heard her, but he obviously hadn't been watching. He wouldn't put it past the hacker to have watched a time or two. He was an paramount voyeur.
Nox straightened himself and his clothing and followed Oriena out of the disaster he had allowed to happen. The air was cold and chilling and took the edge off the carnal lust that coursed through his veins. He could have grabbed for the power and kept warm, but it didn't matter, he needed the distraction for now.
Oriena climbed on her motorcycle. Nox licked his lips and glanced down the street. She was drunk, but Nox didn't hesitate anymore than the lick of his lips before settling behind her "I know where we can finish this." He sent her the coordinates before wrapping his arm around her.
It was an effort to curb the horde's desires. She was close, her leather clad legs between his, his arm around her waist. Their warmth from before cooling in the night air, but the horde smelled sex and blood and wanted more -- oh so more.
They whipped through the streets of Moscow at break neck speeds. Oriena swerved narrowly passed a car and another, and between two large trucks transporting something inside, but there was no time to read the sides as they speed between them.
Things got hairy the closer they got to the Red Light District and home. Kallisti was around the corner and Nox was glad to be back home. Hard to believe this was home. But his building was lights blazing and people spilling out of his doors. What the fuck!
RE: Feed the Horde - Oriena - 08-02-2024
Continued at House Party