Spontaneity at its finest (OOC/ Ræn X Shizuka)

Tue Apr 05, 2011 1:02 pm

Like a male bird of paradise snatching a rare to find female, the two have managed to link less than a fortnight ago. The story began when the creator of the Inchoate One, Ræn, set his eyes on a beautiful piece of treasure that he never expected to find in the world of Platinum Hearts, an ineffable beauty who so happens to utilize one of his biggest weaknesses, the weakness for sweaters. The alluring broad in question is none other than Shizuka Oonodera, a beautiful girl whose heart is as sacred as an auriferous jewel. The luscious sweetheart epitomized the term “benevolent”, as she seemed to have absolutely no qualms whatsoever with people, and loved for the sake of love. Ræn could see that this relationship would work well, her being a gullible little bunny and all. The two met at the park one day, and have been able to get acquainted from the start.

The creator only had one thought on his mind every time he saw the broad, and it was to unleash his utter debauchery nature upon her and her cozy little sweater. Nevertheless, he had exercised patience throughout the entire encompass of the emotional impasse, waiting like a yogi, prudently parsing through every action she made as if he were a one eyed specter, whose entire soul was immuring the thirst for voluptuous curves, enrobed in delicate wool. He wanted the fruit, but he wasn’t going to snatch it… just yet. After a manifold numeration of conversations, gifts, and intellectual stimulation, he had finally found what he had been looking for. After requesting a chance to spend some time tonight at her home for “Something important”, she openly accepted the offer, giving the male a dictum that she would await for him in her lovely household, ready to discuss with him whatever he had to discuss… alone.

The creator had waited an overtly lengthy modicum of time in order to get to where he was now, being ensconced within the burgundy, leather loveseat within the humble abode of the busty sweetheart. He was quite grateful that she invited him inside yet again, without either of her children present to be an undesired peccadillo to him. This was the moment the suave raconteur has been waiting for. Little did the benevolent host know, he was ready to give the girl the time of her life. As the clock ticked away in the large grandfather clock at the North Eastern corner of the den, Ræn stared at the deathly calm that graced the opaquely veiled backyard, the duo of thin branched trees bristled in the rough vernal winds, the spring flowers quivering at the aggressive treatment of air, the view discernible from Ræn’s current position thanks to the pristine, rectangular window doorway that lead to the outside. The only source of light came from a single flood light that shone under a pearl, translucent dome, illuminating the moderately sized, silk carpeted room.

The male was adorned in a black, austere panache, composed of a dark, long sleeve, velvet windbreaker with silver embroidery running along the halves of the split meridian of the jacket, the edges of the sleeves lined in the same tint of embroidery, with a “v” shaped opening on the outer sides of the sleeves, a large, pearl colored button a couple of inches above the tip of the opening in the sleeve. Under the windbreaker was a long sleeve, silk turtleneck, the sleeves slightly protruding out of the edges of the sleeves of the jacket, and lastly, a pair of black khakis, held up firmly by a thick, black leather belt with a silver ring buckle nestled at the center, finished off the look. He had humbly removed his pair of shoes upon entering the home, keeping his black, ankle high casual socks on. He had carefully groomed his set of lush, gray hair, which ran down to the bottom of his neck, the hair appearing to be quite unkempt, although he had actually groomed it. Several locks of his gray hair obscured his forehead, as well as the interstice between his average sized eyebrows, from view.

He kept his eyes closed for the moment, his hands neatly folded upon one another, keeping his legs neatly folded in front of him. The suave man was taking his time to revel in the current punctilio that now was the perfect opportunity to strike. Neither of her two children are present now, and odds are would not show up until much later on the next day. The night was under his dominion. His precious piece of sweater meat was standing before him, only a couple meters away. She has utterly no clue what he has in store for her.

Slowly inhaling through his nose to fill up his lungs, he expelled a gentle sigh of elatedness, deeming the ultimatum of the self-revelry has come. Parting his lids only slightly to gander at the palatable female with his blood crimson hues, he raised himself from off of the cushion of the love seat, coming to a full stand. Keeping his hands to his sides, the hedonistic glimmer in his eyes insinuated what he yearned to do to her. The appearance of his pale, velvety lips, endowed the ruse of a saturnine man, yet he was anything but solemn or lugubrious for the matter. He began to pace his way towards her, parting his lips to bestow the first utterance he has given since he first entered her abode.

Instead of the blathering.

Sated the suave man in a slightly audible, succinct tone, his voice without pugnacity, laden with a hint of endearment. He stopped when they were literally inches apart, keeping his body statuesque for a brisk modicum of time, ere he closed his face towards her, his lids slowly closing until a quarter of his ruby pupils were exposed. He stopped when his lips were but a fraction of an inch from hers, lowering his tone to a much more delicate whisper.

What do you really want?..

He wouldn’t even give her the time to utter her answer. Bringing his eyes to a full close, pressing his cold, succulent lips. His velvety and slightly tender flesh was kept lightly pressed against her own lips for a short moment, parting them from her own after the first little peck was finished. Bringing his face back to her own, he would lightly envelop her bottom lip, sucking on it gently, pulling his face back slightly to stretch out her bottom lip just a tad bit. The familiar sound of smooching could be heard as the result of his lips forcefully unlatching from her bottom lip. He repeated the process 3 more times ere he raised his left arm to coil the span of her lower back, pulling her closer to him as he tilted his head slightly to the left, parting his lips a few inches as he took in a silent, yet deep breath, just enough for her to feel the pull of air on her slightly christened lips.

He pressed his parted lips against her own, enveloping the corners of her lips with the meridian of his top and bottom. He sucks on it as a firm, yet steady pace, his other arm coiling around her upper back, slowly running along the upper half of her spine, feeling the delicate, comforting cloth that enrobed her. He increased the suction of his lips, only to depress it back to its original level of suction a second later, maintaining the interval for amount a minute, the suction causing some of her own spit to be pulled into his mouth. His lips had the tangy taste of a sweet tart, the “sting” not enough to cause one’s lips to pucker, but enough to leave a lucid taste upon the taste buds. His lips were as cold as the class of a refrigerated cup of water, quite irksome at first, but could easily get used to. The light, yet noticeable stench of a lotus’ delicious nectar permeated from his body. It was just enough to be detected with every whiff she can take.

Parting his lips from hers once again, the sound of a smooch being heard once more, he tilted his face so it was even once again, parting his teeth to firmly, but not painfully, press them onto her bottom lip. His upper front teeth dug into the juicy flesh of the inner half of the top of her bottom lip, the bottom front teeth clenching the bottommost ridge of the front of the bottom lip. He gently tugged the lip an inch back, keeping it stretched out for a second before depressing on the lip, pressing his teeth lightly against her mouth, to cause the flesh to bulge out an insignificant amount. He repeated the process 2 more times, the last time with him not depressing on the lip when it was pulled out. Steadily tilting his head up and down a few inches both ways, he toggled her bottom lip up and down playfully, the grip of his teeth on her lip remaining constant, yet comfortable. After tugging the lip up and down for a dozen of seconds, he would pull on the lip harder, causing his teeth to slowly slip off of the bottom lip, it rebounding to its original place. Odds are that it was slightly painful, but not enough to leave any bruises or cuts. He repeated the process one more time, doing it in half the amount of time he did it the first time.

Slowly enveloping the small of her neck with his right arm, he kept his lips shut and slightly puckered as he pressed them against her lips once again, his head somewhat tilted to the left. Lightly wavering his head right and left, he made his chilly lips caress against her own, his christened, velvety flesh firmly rubbing against her own. After a few seconds of doing this, he parted his lips from hers, breathing in gently through his nose, ere he tilted his head the opposite way, pressing them against her lips again, caressing it the same way as formerly stated. He ran the flesh of his lips from one corner to the other, playfully smothering his lips against her own, being sure not to put too much pressure so that they would press against each other’s teeth too hard.

Keeping his eyes closed throughout the length of all this, after having parted his lips from her own yet again, he opened his mouth, his tongue slowly traveling out, wriggling its way into her own mouth, expelling a warm, humid breath directly into her mouth as he did so. He kept his lips a mere inch away from her own, keeping his head tilted to the left as his wet muscle convoluted around her own, his frothy, peppermint laden spit mixing with her own. As he wrestled his tongue against her own, he slathered her tongue in a layer of his chilly saliva. A small rivulet of spit trickled down the right corner of his lips, coursing down the side of his chin, before forming a small bead that draped off the bottom of the corner of his chin, attached to a thin thread. Slowly the thread thinned out more and more as the bead hung lower and lower, before finally breaking, the bead plopping right onto the top of her veiled, right breast.

As he continued his sloppy little dance in her mouth, he slowly stepped forward, his right hand sliding from her right side, moving up to her left shoulder, lightly gripping it, his fingers pressing somewhat deep into her well-developed skin. He gently pushed her further and further, before finally pressing her back against the faint blue wall of the den, opening his eyes to half-mast as he continued to sloppily wriggle his tongue around the length of her own, keeping her pinned against the wall, looking at the reaction her own eyes discerned. It was pristine to see now, from the look in his eyes, that he had some primordial pleasures that he yearned to appease; A strong thirst for turpitude that he had to quench. This was only the beginning for what he had in store for the busty, benevolent broad.

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Fri Jun 03, 2011 8:35 pm

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I never got that sweater meat, either...

Spontaneity at its finest (OOC/ Ræn X Shizuka)

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