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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2017 23:58:48 GMT
She was frozen in place as he moved closer to her. The feeling of his breath on her skin sent shivers down her spine even before she felt his lips. It was different than the last dream; the one she'd intruded by mistake. That, though very realistic, felt floaty and soft. Here and now, it felt like an electric current was running over every nerve ending he touched. She gasped lightly as he moved down her neck and chest, kissing the top of her breast line.
Her heart was pounding in her chest and she was certain he could hear it. That's certainly getting warmer. She managed to gasp out, her normally composed features flushed bright with yearning and colour.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2017 0:15:51 GMT
"Warmer you say.." he coos as he then moves his face just a little lower and picking the spot over her heart and kissing it, one hand shifting to her side and running along her frame from her waist to her upper leg. He smirks as he then moves back up and kisses her neck once more, his other and free hand coming up to caress the length of her opposite ear.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2017 0:26:28 GMT
She gasped again falling deeper into the dream; this had to be proof she was asleep afterall. She doubted this would ever happpen when she was awake. Goosebumps scattered over her skin as he kissed lower on her chest, his hand sending shocks to her nerves as it moved down to her leg. She raised an arm up and gripped his shoulder as he moved back to her neck. So much warmer... She whispered, moving to kiss his cheek softly.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2017 1:38:39 GMT
"Warmer still to be huh.." he says, becoming influenced by the mood and leaning in to kiss Melda deeply for a moment, sliding his tongue against her lips for but a moment. His hands shift both caressing her delicate, sensitive ears, before then sliding down her back looking for something to loosen, but dresses are complicated and men with blood flowing elsewhere are less than completely adept.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2017 1:52:26 GMT
She absolutely melted when he kissed her. She'd kissed him before in a dream and it had been something she got goosebumps when she thought about it while awake, but once again this felt so different; so real. But entranced as she would, she would act first think about it later. She kissed him back, shivering when she felt his tongue against her lip. She could feel his hands on her ears and it was making her flush with colour even further, not used to having contact there.
His hands moved down her back, searching for something. Given that she hadn't exactly put this dress on herself, she reached around and searched for a moment herself, finding a button at the nape of her neck that undid the halter straps. The sleeves weren't attached to the dress, so those stayed on while the top fell forward, revealing her pale and full breasts. The rest of the gown would more or less just be lifted over her head if wished to be removed, but the skirt had slits so far up her thighs, it may not matter. Okay, now it's surpassed a romance novel and dipped into the "unsuitable for younger audiences" section. she mumbled with a giddy chuckle.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2017 23:03:01 GMT
As Melda elegantly slid the gown down, he moved behind her, embracing her from behind as his hands reached up to cup both of Melda's porcelain breasts. As he did as such, he moved to suck on her neck, chuckling at the comment from Melda about it going into the 'unsuitable for younger audiences remark'. The influence of Melda's heat and passion was only driving his own, as his hands heated up softly while he massaged the fleshy sweater kittens.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2017 3:32:24 GMT
Shivers felt like they were running down her spine every few minutes with his hands on her skin. She leaned back into him, gasping as his hands touched her chest, goosebumps rising as he chuckled next to her ear. How could one man possibly have such an effect on her?
She leaned her head to the side as he went for her neck, sighing quietly as he did. Everything felt like electricity was running through them, at least for her. After a moment, she moved away, turning to face him. She lifted her arms over his shoulders, grabbing her own wrist behind his head. She tilted her head up, leaning forward slightly as she placed her lips softly against his once, before doing it again, with more pressure this time, growing in confidence. This is a dream. It has to be. Enjoy it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2017 3:47:50 GMT
Adrain withdraws his hand from melda's luscious lady lumps when she moves and allows her to settle, turning to face him and kiss him. As the second, more firm kiss came in, he reciprocated in kind as he ran his hands from the top of her shoulders to the upper part of her backside, back and forth several times as he felt the soft skin against him. He would kiss her deeply lost in the moment for a small period of time, then pushing Melda back as the picnic shifted to a bed of rose petals. As he gently lay her down along the bed of petals, he pressed his lips on her stomach, moving and blowing softly and teasingly toward her groin, before going back up the other way.
After a short time, he would stop this teasing and move a little, reaching for Melda's nearest wrist and fastening a silk ribbon to it, pulling her other wrist toward it and gently tying the other end of the ribbon around the other wrist as he then procured a living, thornless rose and began to run it up and down the length of her midsection, teasing her nops with the head especially.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2017 4:45:20 GMT
She didn't resist as he moved to lay her back, but did jump slightly when her back was met with a soft bed, instead of the hard table she'd been expecting. She chuckled at herself, looking up into the eyes of the man hovering over her before he moved down, kissing her stomach. She shivered lightly as he teased her, gooseflesh scattering over her skin as he came back up.
She blinked, tilting her head up to look at her wrist that was now tied by a soft ribbon, her eyes following as he moved her other wrist to tie it as well. With both tied out of the way, she turned her head back to him, arching a brow curiously. Before she could voice her question, a rose had appeared in his hand and was now flipped, its petals tracing lightly over her skin, causing her to shiver again. My goodness Adrain. Where did this come from? she spoke in a very airy tone, squirming lightly as he moved the rose around.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2017 20:50:20 GMT
Adrain offers no verbal response immediately to Melda as he continued to caress the flower of the rose along Melda's visible, more sensitive spots. He paid special attention to the areolae and the nops, after a moment reaching for a small flask of oil and dotting it along her breasts. As he picked up the rose and ran it along the oil, softly soaking it into her skin. As the bud touches this time there is a faint glow as an aromatic rose smell fills the air and warms and stimulates where it touches, likely driving the elven lady mad in some shape or form.
He would go on like this for a time, enjoying watching Melda squirm as he waved a hand causing the rose petals to softly flow around Melda, tracing the tip of the rose along her neck to the end of the ear on the same side, before going back in the direction it came from, down her bust line, stomach, and finally and much more slowly, edging along her outer crotch and inner leg.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2017 0:07:33 GMT
Melda gasped softly as the oil was brought in, not expecting it. Shivers ran down her spine as he moved the rose, her chest rising and falling with every breath. This went on for a while, Melda gasping lightly every so often, the oil driving her senses wild.
When he brought it up to her ear, a shudder went through her, unable to stop it. she opened her eyes and stared into his, her filled with an emotion he would have never before seen in her. When he moved back down, she followed him with her eyes, her breath speeding up slightly as he lingered slowly.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2017 16:30:50 GMT
Adrain looking into Melda's eyes reflects his own passion and similar emotion with the elven woman. As he went on his last inhibitions gave away as he would spend the next hour joined with the woman, indulging both of their pent up passions and feelings. He would be a tender, careful, yet vigorous lover as he worked every inch of Melda's flesh over the course of time.
At the end of it, he would hold her close, quietly caressing her shoulder.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2017 3:32:08 GMT
Melda woke slowly, feeling the dream fade away and reality spring back into her conscious. She opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling before her, a small sigh leaving her lips. She felt her eyes water slightly, but blinked immediately to clear it, pushing herself up into a sitting position. She hadn't meant to fall asleep, especially not here...
She cracked her neck, not used to sleeping on such a surface, and turned to make her way out of the room, stopping in her tracks as she spotted her guest. Adrain. Her face slowly turned pink and she felt her heart pounding in her chest. No way. No way was that possible... She refused to believe it. It was a coincidence.
By now her face was brighter than the roses blooming in the Royal Gardens, and she'd been holding her breath so long her chest began to hurt, causing her to let it out in one loud unlady like gust. She covered her mouth, and waited to see if he woke up.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 4:44:59 GMT
As Melda woke, Adrain found himself abruptly put in the plain field of the grassy plains, the default location for the ARC. What it meant quickly came to mind, as he disengaged from the ARC, returning to consciousness in his own body. As he stirred and his vision began to hone in back to the real world, he could hear movement and sense Melda's presence.
Maybe she wouldn't remember the dream.
As the unladylike gasp came out, a bead of sweat went down the side of Adrain's head. She was remembering...lovely.
"Good evening Melda..." he says, not sure what direction to take the conversation now.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 4:53:13 GMT
Damn, he's awake... She sighed, moving the hand away from her mouth to smooth down her hair. Good evening Adrain. She mumbled quietly. Her skin was still scarlet, but she walked a bit closer, now only 5ft or so from where he was.
She stayed quiet. Where did she start? Should she say anything? She couldn't get mad at him no matter the reason he'd shown up in her dreams, she would be a hypocrite... not that he needed to know that part. She cleared her throat. So. Hmm. It's a bit late... isn't it? She spoke awkwardly, terrified by their situation. She hadn't felt so at loss for words in a very long time...
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