cherry chapstick?

[Kjara von Rael]

Close, biatches

From where Kjara stood, she could see Mort’s eyes. He seriously didn’t think she was beautiful, did he? Ha. Yeah right. Kjara? Beautiful. Not likely. As they had entered the classroom, Kjara flung their shirts to the side of the room where they would not be fiddling around. As his hands ran up her pajama shorts, she felt a shudder shoot through her body. She couldn’t help but love the way his plump lips pressed against her neck, her chest. It felt so great. Her hands traced the “V” on his abdomen, nails digging up skin. Biting her bottom lip, she thought about why the hell she was doing this in the first place. Maybe it was because she needed to get laid. Yeah, that was it. She needed to et laid, get all the drama and shit off of her shoulders. She ground her hip in between his legs, her thighs rubbing up against his. Got damn he was so hot with the pale skin, beautiful eyes. Too bad this may be a one time thing. She knew from the start that there would be no relationship involved. Yes, it hurt, but she will get over it. She pressed her lower back up against a table, scattering books everywhere. Her breasts came up to his middle stomach, her five foot four height smaller than his five foot ten.

With a gasping breath, her lips met his, fingers tangling in his black tipped hair, her light brown limp at her shoulders. She hoped he would not mind the whip scars that riddled her back, and the scars that covered the top of her cleavage and underneath her breasts. She pulled away from his lips, her breath mingling with his, the sunlight shimmering on her sapphire necklace that hung over her collar bone. She wrapped her hands around his neck, running her tongue tracing his bottom lip. She caught it between her teeth, and pressed her body up against his. Her heart was thudding in her chest, her cheeks a crimson. With skin that burned like fire, she ran her fingers down his shoulders, then trailed the snake that ran down his side. As she watched the black and green ink, she could not help but think of the two tattoos that covered both cheeks.

She was glad that she got “rid” of them by shifting them away, a new move she just learned. She hasn’t seen her tattoos in months, and it brought back the memories of her old home on the Scandinavian Peninsula. Her old home in Lofoten. She looked up at Mort with her blue and green eye, and kissed his lips with a desiring passion.

[continued from smexy cbox.]

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[Mortimer Edison]

His breathing got heavy as his hands moved up her thighs and softly traced the scars on her back. Inwardly, Mort was in hysterics. This may have been the best week of his life. First the murders, then Blake, and now this girl who he had known for less than half an hour. Surely this was some sort of a record. And in one of the classrooms? Amazing. He had truly outdone himself this time. As they moved as one further into the classroom, a shadowy hand reached out from a wall, pushed the door closed and locked it, then reappeared on the opposite wall, where it hastily pulled the curtains shut.

Mort's breathing grew deeper as Kjara pressed her chest against him and the kissing grew more passionate. He lifted her into the air and slammed her down onto the desk, then leaned against her. His tongue traced her lips, then explored further inside her mouth, finally meeting with hers. Mort smiled as his hands followed her scars up to her shoulders and around to her chest, where they disappeared underneath her bra.

Still, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Wasn't he supposed to feel something? This whole situation was born purely from lust. He caught Kjara's eye, she caught his, and things went rolling from there. But, somehow, after all of his experience, he finally noticed something missing. It was missing from his encounter with Blake the night before, too, and it made him feel hollow inside. He was sure that it wasn't just because he was a demon, either. After all, Ezra loved Sammii, right? He could feel it in the way they had talked about each other, in the way others talked about them. Was this the one thing that Mort's new rival had that he didn't? The one thing that he needed?

Maybe not. He had a peculiar feeling that he had experienced the sensation before. Not while scheming, not while killing, not even while fucking, but while talking, and it was from only just a few days before. With Daileh. He had thought that it was some sort of admiration for the girl's sadistic nature, but perhaps it was something more? It was sick and twisted, but there was a girl who liked to make others suffer just as much as he did... maybe even more so. The worst thing about his whole predicament was that, for the first time in his life, he had absolutely no fucking clue what he was supposed to do. And he hated himself for it. Despite all the people throwing themselves at him, there was one thing just out of his reach, and it was his fault that he didn't have it.

He felt like tearing through the tattooed apple on his chest and ripping his heart out just to make sure he had one, but then he decided that there were better things he could've been doing. Like Kjara. Besides, he was a demon, after all, and he had a job that he felt he had to finish. Hell, if he was lucky, he might even discover this absent feeling inside the girl's crotch. Somehow, this seemed a little unlikely. Still, a demon was entitled to his dreams, right?

Pushing these thoughts aside, he broke his kiss with Kjara and slid down her body until his knees hit the ground, his hands taking her shorts along for the ride. When they were lying in a crumpled heap on the classroom floor Mort gently pried her legs open and crept up between them, his fingers gently tracing patterns along the inside of her thighs. He finally rested face to groin with the girl, his tender hands teasingly playing with the edges of her underwear. Smirking, he looked up and locked eyes with the girl while breathing heavily through her underwear. "This is the last stop before the end of the line. If you want to get off the ride, now's your chance."

Mort knew she wouldn't stop him now. He hoped she wouldn't stop him now. Still, he felt obligated to ask this question. After all, it was the gentlemanly thing to do.
[Sorry it's so damn short. :\
Edit: Fixed it up A LOT because it desperately needed it. Hope this is better than it was before. :\]

[Kjara von Rael]

When Mort’s hands slipped her bra, she felt her nipples harden. With a deep breath, she felt her pants slide down, and she opened her blue and green eye looking at Mortimer as he gently played with her black thongs.

"This is the last stop before the end of the line. If you want to get off the ride, now's your chance." he said smirking.

But a snort came out of her nose. ”Well I’m staying on this ride. I have no where important to be.” a sly smile pulled across her lips, her musical voice soft and seductive. When she smiled, her soft face glowed, looking more innocent that a convict who was caught with murder red handed. As she recalled being slammed on the desk, she couldn’t help but wish he was like that through out it all. “But I will warn to pretty boy, you’re going to be sore tomorrow morning.” a wink pulled across her blue eye as she slowly and teasingly pulled at her thongs, he tongue tracing her bottom lip.

She couldn’t help but feel a bad vibe coming from this guy. Like bad news that was coated in sugar and honey. And she was the bee attracted to it. What a bummer. She watched Mortimer slowly, her eyes noticing every move he made. She wasn't really experienced at things like this, and that made people underestitmate her. And that was a bad thing. Never underesitimate Kjara.

She thought about all the people she has been with in her life, and she could literally count them on one hand. Matthumus, who is dead, Kylon, who is hiatus, anndd.. that was maybe it. Aint that pathetic? Two people in her life. You could say she never really looked at guys until she was adopted into the von Rael family and was sent to Winterthrone. But lately, she hasn't been the Kjay everyone knows. She's been quieter, more distant and bitchy. And more afraid than ever before. This place sure has fucked with her head.

DONE

[Mortimer Edison]

“But I will warn you pretty boy, you're going to be sore tomorrow morning.” I'm counting on it. He smirked up at the girl from between her thighs. "Not nearly as sore as you'll, Kjara," he whispered with a wink. His attention was then drawn back to her black thong, where his fingers wrestled with hers. Suddenly they ripped the thong away from the girl's groin and tossed it over the demon's shoulder, leaving nothing left to cover the girl's second set of moist lips. His hands now free, they crawled toward them, one set of fingers pulling her lips apart, the other set playing with her clit. His eyes quickly darted up to check the expression on Kjara's face before returning to his prey, warm and moist under his fingers. He slowly moved his mouth to her pussy and kissed it gently, then allowed his tongue to trace the folds of its lips, his breathing purposely heavy.

His tongue moved up to her clit and played with it for a few drawn out moments before suddenly slipping inside her. It thrashed about roughly for several seconds before retreating to his mouth. He repeated this, a taunting laugh coming from his mouth. He finally withdrew his tongue completely and carefully touched its tip with her clit before he brought it back and whispered up to her. "Do you really want this, Kjara? Tell me how much you need it. I wanna hear you scream." There was a large smirk on his face as he issued the instructions, loving this sense of control.

He was going to make sure that this would be one very rough, very bumpy ride that she would never forget.
[Ugh, I'm not really that happy with this, but whatever. :\]

[Kjara von Rael]

"Not nearly as sore as you'll be, Kjara,"

“Mmm. I like the sound of that.” she winked at him, his face down between her legs. Now completely naked, she felt his tongue slip inside of her, and a groan escaped her parted lips. Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into the wooden desk. When he pulled away, she felt a twang of sadness at missing his tongue, and then he was back at it again. But when he pulled away a second time, he said something.

"Do you really want this, Kjara? Tell me how much you need it. I wanna hear you scream."

Did he really think she was going to give in that easily? She gave a playful growl, and leaped off the desk and onto him, hoping to push him to the ground. She sat on top of him, her nails digging into his shoulder. Leaning down, her lips met his ear. “ I wont do it unless you tell me how you want it, Mortimer.” her teeth met his lobe, and she bit down gently, then moved down to his shoulders, her tongue making circles on his pale skin. Oh so softly, her lips traced down his arm and over to his chest. She ground her hip onto his again, nails digging into his skin as her biting became harder and more spread out.

She brought her head up, and her eyes met his a second time and she smiled. Crawling up to him more, she placed her lips on his. Her tongue traced the inside of his bottom lip, the worked its way inside to meet his, and explored the corners of his mouth. She pulled away from the kiss, and started to move down to his jaw bone, and down his neck. Grabbing some of his skin on his neck, she started to suck on it hard, trying to get a hickie on there. Looking at it, she smiled with satisfaction. What a triumph.

[Sorry so short. Going to my uncles.]

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[Mortimer Edison]

Mort fell backwards with a gasp, the girl's small but sudden weight coming down on him. He knew that, at the very least, this wouldn't be boring. “I wont do it unless you tell me how you want it, Mortimer.” God he hated that name, yet she insisted on using it. And there was no way in hell that he was going to give in to her. He shivered with enjoyment as she trailed her tongue along his skin and a sly smile crept across his face. Then there was the biting and the nails - his eyes closed and his breathing became deep and strong as he slapped his hands against the girl's ass, her grinding causing his pants to grow tighter. His hands squeezed and his fingers crept toward her pussy as she crawled up his body, making it all that easier for them to slip inside her.

His eyes opened to meet hers as their lips locked and his tongue slipped past hers, making its own little adventure. However, as soon as it had entered she had pulled away, leaving his tongue writhing around in the air. He slowly reeled his tongue back in and licked his lips as he took a sideways glance at Kjara, who was currently attaching herself to his neck. He couldn't help but smirk. He couldn't wait until he made his own mark on her - he got giddy just thinking about it. The demon let the girl have her little moment with his neck, then decided it was time for him to take charge. His fingers slipped in and out of her faster and harder and he rolled to the side, placing himself on top of her.

He smirked down at her, cherishing this control while he had it, his fingers still working roughly. His lips lunged at hers and his tongue rammed the sides and back of her mouth, then trailed out of the corner of her lips and up to her ear. It licked her lobe then slipped inside briefly before continuing its journey down to the front of her neck, then down to her chest. His free hand shot up and squeezed her left breast as his tongue teased her right nipple, erect with pleasure. The tongue disappeared as his mouth covered her breast and sucked hard before gnawing lightly on her nipple. His tongue soon took control once more and crept down her breast and over her navel, then finally reached her pussy once more. He nibbled on her clitoris, then withdrew his fingers and licked her juices off of them, his eyes searching for hers. His hand then began to rub her thigh as his tongue took over from his fingers. It delved deep, lapping up all the moisture it could. This time it was there to stay.

He smirked up at her, trying to gauge her reaction. Right now he held all the power, and he loved every minute of it.