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Coffee and Chaos
« on: August 06, 2013, 09:26:10 PM »
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Sara sat at the painted coffee table, aimlessly stirring her coffee the tapped her cup with the spoon, tapping out a rhythm on the edge of the cup.  A man sitting across from her looked up with irritation at the noise and she stopped for a second, gave him a measured glance then continued tapping with a mischievous gleam in her eye.  He gathered the paper he was reading up noisily, shuffling the pages together in annoyance and moved across The Painted Bean to sit as far away as possible from her.  She grinned and bit her lip, looking at him from under her lashes wickedly and moved her gaze to look out the window.

Across the street she noticed a young couple standing together looking lovingly at the engagement rings in the jewellery store, their arms intertwined as they discussed designs.  Beside them stood a man looking at the display of watches and a wicked grin crept onto her face.   Reaching out with her mind, she placed an overwhelming desire in the watch buyer's mind.  Without even realising he was doing it, he reached over and rubbed his hand over the backside of the girlfriend of the couple standing beside him.  The girl yelped and snuggled in closer to her boyfriend, glaring at the stranger beside her.  Her boyfriend glanced at the stranger in annoyance and releasing the arm of his girl and moving over aggressively to the man to confront him about his behaviour.  The man buying the watches stuttered in surprise, not even realising he had actually touched the girl at all and started backing away from the angry boyfriend defensively.  As he tried to placate the angry young man in front of him, Sara reached into his mind again and suddenly his fist shot out and he planted a haymaker right on the young man's jaw.  The young man sprawled on the cobblestoned street, stunned for a moment at the sudden attack as the watch buyer looked in horror at his fist, completely confused about the event that just happened.

Suddenly the boyfriend launched himself up from the cobbles and flew at the man, bowling him over so that they sprawled on the street, each throwing punches at each other as a brawl started in earnest now.  Sara watched the brawl with interest, grinning with delight at the fight.  A crowd started to gather in the street and as a group of young men strolled past the fight, stopping to watch the goings on with interest, she reached out telekinetically and picked up a potted plant from the front display of the flower shop next door and upended the soil over the head of one of the young men, before depositing the empty pot in the hand of an elderly woman who was walking along the street behind him.  He stood there stunned for a second, with dirt and a draggled maidenhair perched on his head like a messy hat.  Glancing around he saw the empty pot in the old woman's hand and started roaring angrily at her.  She started retorting angrily back at the young man and dropped the pot so that she could start swiping at him with her handbag.  Sara started to giggle as the young man backpedalled and tripped over the pot, landing on his backside on the pavement as the old woman leaned in to get better aim as she continued pelting him with her handbag as she lay there. 

As she sat there watching through the glass she had the sudden impression she wasn't alone.

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Re: Coffee and Chaos
« Reply #1 on: August 07, 2013, 10:42:53 PM »
Saraekiel stretched out his legs under the table as he leaned his head against the wall behind him, closed his eyes and relaxed. It felt good to get away from the drama in his life for a bit, to be able to sit, relax and just be. He breathed in deeply; inhaling the coffee scented air of the Painted Bean and smiled softly. The women in his life were certainly making it interesting as of late and not just for him. He smiled softly again as he thought of the upheaval he and his companions were causing. As the sound of raised voices reached him he opened his smokey grey eyes and looked around. As the scene outside escalated and sent out waves of chaotic energy he smiled slowly and started to look around. Such random pockets of chaos like this rarely started by themselves so he started to scan the café with interest.

It was the soft amused giggle that drew his eyes to her. She sat quietly by the window watching the bubble of chaos as it started to spread outside; she sat, tapping her spoon against her coffee cup with a small wickedly amused smile playing along her mouth. Her hair flowed and curled around her as it spilled down her back, her profile hinted at a an attractive face with full lips and high, sharp cheekbones. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he psychically concentrated on her. Not human, well that was always interesting. Intrigued and curious he casually walked over to her table, pulled out a chair, sat down and leaned in slightly to whisper conspiratorially to her.

“Having fun?” He asked softly, amusement evident in his voice.

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Re: Coffee and Chaos
« Reply #2 on: August 07, 2013, 11:11:08 PM »
Sara gave a start at the sound of the smoky masculine voice so close to her ear and her glance darted guiltily away from the scene outside.  She did a double take at the extremely attractive man who had pulled out a chair and sat at her table without asking.  His smoky grey eyes seemed to gleam with mischief and she lowered her lashes and fluttered her eyes outrageously at him. 

"Not as much fun as I'd like to be having, but its a start", she said, flipping him a wink. "So do you have a name, seeing as you've parked yourself at my table, or is this the only chair in the place capable of taking such...long legs?"

She craned her head to the right around the edge of the table, to give her a clear view of his long legs and extremely attractive body.

"My names Sara", she said holding out a slim elegant hand for him to shake.


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Re: Coffee and Chaos
« Reply #3 on: August 10, 2013, 12:01:11 AM »
Saraekiel smiled slowly as he took Sara’s hand into his but instead of shaking it he turned them slightly so that he could brush his lips softly against the top of hers as he watched her with a sensual wicked heat in his grey eyes. Still smiling he leaned back in the chair, lounging in it as he stretched his body out for her further perusal.

“Oh I can think of a few places that could accommodate my…long legs as you put it..” He said with a cheeky, playful grin. He sat for a few moments and studied the woman across from him. She was stunning. Her eyes sultry and sensual, promising all kinds of trouble. He trailed his eyes down her body, noticing her sculptured curves which clearly stated here was a woman who enjoyed keeping fit but hadn’t nor wanted to mask or loose her femininity a femininity he wholly approved of. Figuring they had probably both ogled each other enough for the time being, he sat up slowly and leaned on the table, folding his arms on it in front of him as he leaned forward so he could talk quietly without the other people around then hearing.

“I’m Kiel” He said with as a playful smile danced across his lips “and you Sara are turning out to be a very interesting person.” He leaned in a little closer and capturing her gaze with his he smiles conspiratorially. “What are you?”


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Re: Coffee and Chaos
« Reply #4 on: August 10, 2013, 12:58:04 AM »
Sara's eyes widened as she felt the soft and sensual brush of his lips against her skin and a spear of lust arced through her and made her squirm in her seat.  She sat more upright , hoping her nipples weren't declaring their interest through her tight white T-shirt. Damn, they were!

Deciding she needed to distract him from her traitorous body's signals, she retrieved her hand from his long fingers and propped it under her chin as she regarded him, her eyes shimmering with sudden desire.

"Mmmm I'm sure those legs have found quite a number of places to rest in the past.  You still haven't managed to find my bed though yet.  Perhaps I should draw you a map" she said with a wicked grin.  She lowered her head,  leaving her hand in place, her eyes never leaving his as her mouth moved down over the skin he had just kissed. She puckered her lips and kissed her own hand on the exact spot his lips had touched and closed her eyes for a second, as if savouring the feel of his mouth against hers.

She opened her eyes again and regarded him innocently, her wickedly sparkling eyes the only sign of the sinful thoughts that had passed through her mind as she had pictured his mouth against hers.  She cleared her throat, trying to hide the lust she could feel pulsing through her veins. 

"Kiel.  I like your name, its like you...deliciously smooth and decidedly sexy", she said with a grin.  She lounged back in the seat and looked at him speculatively, her arms crossed to hide her peaking nipples.  "Interesting that you could see I'm not human, Kiel, I wonder how you knew?  Is it a case of takes one to know one?" She leaned forward across the table towards him and whispered softly, hoping he would lean closer to her to hear.
"I'm actually two things at the moment.  The first thing I am is a succubus".  She opened her mouth and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes licking over him with heat,  before whispering "the second thing I am is hot as fire, and around about now I'm trying to picture those....legs... naked" she said as she ran her index finger over her lower lip, sliding the tip of it into her mouth so she could flick it with her tongue,  her eyes half closed as she mentally undressed him.

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Re: Coffee and Chaos
« Reply #5 on: August 17, 2013, 08:59:29 PM »
He watched Sara’s lips with enraptured fascination as she brushed them against the spot he had just kissed, the simple sensuality of it causing arousal to stir in the pit of his stomach and his groin. This was certainly not what he had expected when he had sat down but he certainly wasn’t going to complain about the direction the scenario was apparently heading. He smiled slowly as his eyes follow her every movement, noticing the shape and flow of her mouth as her lips moved, the heat in her eyes and the sensual movements of her body as she leaned in, away and back towards him again, the way she delicately traced her finger almost dancingly over her lips before teasingly sucking on it. The sensation of his jeans rubbing tightly against his erection as it thrusted in protest against the imprisonment of the denim helped to bring the world back into focus. He exhaled slowly as he leaned teasingly back into his seat

A succubus, he thought to himself as he tried to distract his mind from the sensuality emanating from Sara’ and in the hope of regaining some control over the unruly throbbing part of his body that was straining to almost bursting point in his pants. He had heard of Succubi but had never met one before now and he had to admit he was liking the experience so far, but that didn’t mean he wanted to become her dinner, but; if the energy she was radiating was anything to go by…well things could become interesting indeed. The combined energy of her lust and the chaotic energy from the escalating violence outside was intoxicating to say the least. He felt head drunk, edgy and he wanted more.

“Takes one to know one?” he asked back. He smiled and raised a brow pointedly. “Indeed it does…but what one am I?” He smiled again, sharply “You wanna play? Then lets play.”

He stood up, slowly almost languidly so that Sara could have the pleasure of watching his body as it stretched and appeared before her. His leg brushed against the table bringing his attention to the fact it came up to his mid-thigh so he used it to help emphasize and bring attention to his groin and legs as he slowly walked around it, making sure he brushed up against it as he carefully trailed his finger across the tabletop as he made his way slowly, teasingly towards and around her. He trailed his finger up and along her arm, lightly tracing the flesh beneath it with a slight caress of his nail stopping suddenly at her shoulder. As he came up behind her he deliberately brushed the front of his body lightly against her back as he swept her hair away from her shoulder with his other hand, wrapping its thick luxuriant weight around his wrist tightly.

“Why bother with a map?” He whispered sensuously against her ear as he pulled her head sharply to the side and proceeded to tease her flesh with his heated lips as he breathed softly across her skin deliberately sending tendrils of lust throughout the crowded room and out into the anger filled streets. He did it quickly almost viciously and smiled against Sara’s shoulder as sounds of soft moaning and tearing cloth started to spread across the room. He flicked his tongue against the skin he had been teasing with his mouth before biting her sharply in the same spot. He smiled darkly as he used her hair to hold her in place whilst he twisted her head back slightly so that she had to look at him but making sure there was just enough distance between them so that she couldn’t reach him with her hands as he leaned in yet staying tantalizingly out of reach, his grey eyes glowing with power as he gazed down at her.

“Or a bed for that mater.” He said softly, seductively as a wicked smile curved across his lips.

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Re: Coffee and Chaos
« Reply #6 on: August 30, 2013, 09:28:40 PM »
Sara removed the tip of her finger from her mouth and sat back, her mouth slightly open as Kiel stood up slowly and languidly, standing for a moment.  Her eyes travelled up over his long, well muscled legs and lingered for a long moment over the stiff, hard bulge in his jeans. A soft sigh of appreciation at the sight of the sizeable bulge escaped her lips and she moved her eyes up over his flat belly.  She pulled her lip in between her teeth again as her eyes travelled up over his chest and finally reached his face, with those smoky, teasing unreadable eyes.  His gaze was measured and she could see the assessment there but there was also no denying the fire of lust in his eyes.  He was staring at her with a look that held dangerous promise and she wondered for a second if she had just bitten off more than she could chew.   

What was he?  Whatever else he was he was sex on a stick but the intensity of his expression made her suddenly aware that he was also an unknown entity.  She was playing with fire and she felt her body tighten with lust at the realisation that for the first time in a long, long time she had encountered a man who was easily her match, and definitely someone who was going to give as good as he got. 

Her eyes gleamed with excitement and sexual heat as she met his glance, making clear her intention to meet and match the challenge she read there.  He touched the table with one long finger as he stood, trailing the tip of it along the grains of the painted wood as he walked slowly and deliberately around the table towards her, making sure he nudged it now again so that the denim made a soft brushing noise to emphasise the smaller and smaller gap between them as he moved around to her.

Finally, his finger met her arm as it rested on the table and his fingertip continued its tickling, flirtatious dance up her skin towards her shoulder.  She felt the skin of her arm form into goosebumps as his first touch sent a jolt of sexual tension searing along her nerves to her groin, making her expel the breath she had been unconsciously holding.  She turned her head, her gaze pointing downwards and to the right as she tried to keep him in her peripheral vision as he moved behind her, but she felt more than saw the movement of his body coming in behind her now and a soft, breathy sigh of pure lust escaped her lips as he moved in behind her and she felt the rock hard thrust of his erection pressing in between her shoulder blades for a moment.

He scooped her hair up in one smooth movement, twisting it around his wrist and pulling it tight as he swivelled her head around sharply, twisting her around so she was sitting sideways on the chair and  leaving her head pinned in a flexed position, forcing her to look up at those dangerous, unreadable eyes.  Her mouth fell open and she gave a sighing moan as she saw his face moving slowly down towards her, his gaze never leaving hers until his mouth finally touched her skin and she closed her eyes, unable to bear the intensity of his expression and the heat of his lips at the same time. His breath carved a maddening path along her throat,  trailing along the line of her jaw and travelling down her neck, following the rapid butterfly pulse of her racing heart and mingling with the painful, yet pleasurable, pull of his fingers in her hair. 

His mouth was driving her crazy, his tongue licking and kissing her skin and she cried out as he suddenly bit the spot she had been kissing.  He pulled her hair harder, twisting her head to make her look at him as he sank his teeth into her skin. She could hear, but couldn't see, the soft sighs of passion in the restaurant behind her and the sound confused her for a second as she sat trapped, mesmerised by his eyes as he stared her down, smoky with triumph as he controlled her body completely, the twist he was placing on her neck was keeping her flexed and immobile, as he leaned in behind her, making it impossible to reach him with her hands.
 
Her eyes slid past his gaze and took in the scene outside the window and widened as she saw that  the two men who had been fighting before were now locked in a passionate embrace, one man running his hand over the now naked chest of the man on top of him.  His girlfriend sat at the entrance to the flower shop with her jeans open, her hand sliding down inside them to touch herself as she watched the two men rolling around on the street, trying to tear each other's clothes off. 

What the hell was going on?  She could feel her own lust raging like a bushfire, and her gut feeling was that it was the mesmerising, intimidating stranger that was really setting her on fire and not just from his closeness. Her wide eyes flicked to his triumphant ones and she realised that he was the cause.  He had thrown a petrol bomb of lust on the small fire she had created and the whole street had erupted in ecstasy. 

She narrowed her eyes slightly at Kiel, realising that it was becoming imperative that she find out who he actually was. 
He had her neatly pinned, like a moth on a pin board at the moment, but she was a succubus and a stubborn one at that.  She locked eyes with him, writhing and making abortive attempts to reach him, whimpering now and then as if she  was unhappy with this imprisonment of her, when in actual fact, she was finding it incredibly exciting.   However, for now, she needed to give him the impression that she was struggling to escape, when in reality, she was taking the opportunity to slip into his mind and gently slide into the river of his thoughts, floating imperceptivity along the pathways to try and find out more about him.

His mind was strong.  This was the strongest mind she had ever encountered and she knew, without even trying that she would never be using him as a quick snack.  That would make her task a little harder as usually she was able to share the memories of the person she was feeding off.  She couldn't read his memories, but she could feel his emotions and she was picking up his love of chaos, his arrogance, his contempt of lesser species but most importantly,  a deep, dark vein of anger and loathing; a deep burning hatred towards.. angels!

He was an angel!  She felt her eyes widen as the shock of her realisation registered on her face and quickly she tried to hide her reaction from him.  Yep, she was in deep trouble.  Here she was, pinned in the grip of a rock star of the immortal world, a rock star with a deep and abiding love of anarchy and chaos who, she had absolutely no doubt at all, was about to fuck her.  There was no denying it.  Things had just become decidedly interesting.

Her first real priority however, was to free herself and with her realisation came the answer to her immediate release. 
As he held her pinned, grinning at her with such smug triumph, she half closed her eyes and focussed on his strongest emotion.  Right at the moment, lust was a pretty strong contender but she could feel that it wasn't his most driving force usually.  His feelings ran much more deeply and were laced and overlaid with pain, anger, betrayal and frustration.  Frustration at feeling bound himself, resentment at his own inability to be who he wanted to be and hence his desire for chaos and the freedom of anarchy.  She could feel too, underneath all of the darkness, the silver bright vein of compassion and kindness of the being he used to be. As much as he tried to suppress it with darkness, the lightness of his being still existed in the deep concealing mud of the river of his hatred.

What have they done to you to bring you to turn you from that bright, compassionate being to this creature of darkness, angel? , she asked herself as she focussed on dropping a fantasy into his mind.

In less complicated creatures she would have used a sexual fantasy to stimulate the emotions she wanted to bring forth, but in Kiel it wouldn't be sex that would make him react. Instead, she fed him the imagery of himself, breaking free of his chains and rising up above all as ribbons of fire spewed from his fingers, hovering above the corrupt and the weak, lancing them with bolts of fire, sending pitiful humans, vampires, werewolves;  all of them,  skittering for cover like the insignificant mice that he saw them to be.  His fingers sought out the saintly white angels, caressing them in waves of fire, vengeful as he watched their wings blacken and scorch and fall to ash in the cleansing conflagration until in the end, there was only him, Kiel, floating above a sea of flames, his hair lifting around his head like a dark halo from the rising heat of the rivers of molten fire below him. And he was free. Answerable to no man, no angel, no God.

And there it was, the moment Sara had been waiting for.  She felt Kiel's fingers slacken in her hair momentarily. 
She knew that he would be expecting her to try and escape by pulling forward and away from him and instead, she employed the first rule of self defence 101 and fell into his grasp instead of away from it.   She arched her back even further  as she fell back off the chair, throwing her hands above head as she fell so that she could place them on the floor she flicked her legs up and over his arm as she tumbled so that she somersaulted over his arm.

The downside of the move meant that her hair twisted once more around his wrist, making her feel like her scalp was about to be pulled off and causing tears of pain to spring into her eyes but she landed in a squat on the floor and twisted straight into a crouching pirouette, so that her hair was released from one of the twists.  She had to move lightning fast, before he realised what she had just done and without even stopping to think she pushed herself off as soon as her hair was less tight and barrelled forward and up towards his body, sliding her hands over his chest and wrapping them around his neck, almost knocking him off balance with her forward momentum, her face looking up into his as his arm was now pulled around her,  his fingers tangled in her hair, still pulling her head back with the weight of his arm, so that she looked up into his eyes,  with her own eyes now sparkling with triumphant innocence. 

"Oh I couldn't agree more.  Personally, I think beds are for amateurs", she said a little breathlessly, flooded with triumph at the success of her move.

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Re: Coffee and Chaos
« Reply #7 on: October 15, 2013, 08:10:05 PM »
He blinked as his mind became suddenly awash with images. Images that had apparently been pulled from the depths of his unconscious, his secret desires given life and breath. He blinked again, the shock of this sudden assault on his mind causing him to loosen his grip on the succubus. He had no doubt that it was an assault or at least an outside intrusion as he wasn’t one to have sudden and unlooked for flights of fancy, not to mention some of the imagery was a little off, a little too forceful; yes he desired freedom, freedom to be and do whatever he willed, but the all-consuming anger and hatred was a little too much. He didn’t hate angels, disliked them yes, liked to torment and harass them yes, liked to battle and torture them yes, but hate them enough to see them obliterated? No! World destruction was not his goal or even a remote desire, to spread chaos and mayhem, oh yes, that he couldn’t deny but burning the world to ash around him as he ruled on High? No, that was another Angels Dream and they were welcome to it No…He was a Puppet Master and a Puppet Master was nothing without the puppets to play with.

He blinked again as the little succubus flipped over his arm then under it and around faster than it took him to arch an eyebrow at her. He smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. He pulled her head back with a sharp tug on the hair still wrapped around his wrist as he grabbed her hips and pulled her hard against him, rubbing his throbbing cock against her as he leaned down slightly and brushed his lips against her throat, tracing a line up and along her jawline towards her ear.

“Nice moves Succubus, I like a woman who isn’t scared to show off her flexibility.”

Releasing her hair he ran his hand down her back to rest on her other hip which he then grasped as he moved forward, making her move with him, his body still pressed tight against hers, until he felt her bump into the table behind them.

“But if you ever mind fuck me again…” He smiled darkly at her as he released all his glamour, spreading his crimson splattered black wings out behind him as he looked down at her with glowing grey eyes. “Well, let’s just say you’ll have a front seat view as to why the ancients pissed their pants in fear at the barest mention of our names.” He finished as he claimed her mouth in a kiss as he lifted her up and planted her ass on the tabletop with her legs wrapped around him.


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Re: Coffee and Chaos
« Reply #8 on: October 16, 2013, 07:54:18 PM »
Sara felt a thrill of sexual heat as Kyle pulled her hair again, pulling her head back and baring her throat as he pulled her hard against him.  She bit her lip with frustration as she felt the press of his erection and the heat of his mouth on her exposed neck.
 
" Nice moves succubus, I like a woman who isn't scared to show off her flexibility", he muttered against her neck, making her grind her pelvis against him, trying to drive him wild with the press of her body against his hardness.

He grabbed her by the hips, and she found herself in a lava meltingly hot salsa as he pushed her back against the table.

"But if you ever mind fuck me again...well, let's just say you'll have a front seat view as to why the ancients pissed their pants in fear at the barest mention of our names" he muttered as his sweet, hot mouth descended on hers.  She moaned against his lips, her tongue flicking his as he lifted her, spreading her legs wide and wrapping them around him as he planted her backside firmly on the table. 

She didn't answer straightaway as she fell into his kiss, enjoying the feel of his tongue against hers, revelling in the hotness of his mouth and the intriguing way it seemed to lay a path of fire from her mouth all the way to her groin.  Finally, she pulled her mouth away with a gasp, gulping for air as she pulled her lower lip between her teeth, biting it to try to quench the overwhelming sensation of his kiss. She pulled her arms away from his neck and rested them behind her on the table, leaning away from him yet still firmly locked to him at the hips.

"Well, from one immortal to another, I might just give you a run for your money, angel, but right now, there's only one form of fucking on my mind and it has nothing to do with your brain," she muttered, her voice crackling with desire. She ran her eyes lustfully over his body as she ground her hips against his hardness. "I'll warn you, the rest of you may not be so safe", she whispered, with a wicked grin.

She glanced around the cafe and started to laugh as she noticed the irritated newspaper reader on his knees, his head buried between the legs of the waitress who had brought her coffee.  Lust was rolling around her, engulfing her and making her heady with the sheer amount of sexual energy in the room.  She fed on the sweet roiling waves of it, revelling in it, squirming with delight at the feel of it on her skin, sighing with bliss as it coated her, seeping into her skin, flooding into her mouth and nose, breathing it in with every panting breath.  She felt like she might drown in it, and she could not think of a sweeter way to die.

She lay back against the table, panting as she gazed up at him with smoky eyes, gyrating against him as she bit her lip, pulling him harder against her with her legs.

"Is it me, or is it hot in here?" she muttered smokily, as she sat up and pulled her T-shirt over her head.  She lay back against the table, arching her back for a moment as she ran her hands over her bare midriff, up her body to the base of her neck then dragged her hands back down over her body, her hand's cupping her breasts before sliding away, her fingers pulling the fine lace of her black bra down and revealing a rose coloured for a nipple for a second, before the material slipped back into place.