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Sweet Cicero 1/?
Date: 2013-01-25 02:39 pm (UTC)"I'm fine, sweet Cicero. You take such good care of me." The lanky Bosmer praised as Cicero grinned and kissed her hand.
"Cicero lives to serve. Anything for my Listener..anything!" She giggled as he danced in front of her, distracting her from the building pain, if only for a moment.
She knew she needed to feed. She tried to think, had it been two days or three days since she drained that racist Nord? Her mind was clouded with the lust to replenish herself and making it impossible to think straight.
Her excuse to travel at night had worked, she knew in her weak state that the sun would be her doom. Now, the sun was the least of her worries as the sweet smell of her Keeper's blood assaulted her.
When the snow began, she ignored it. Cicero danced and tried to catch every flake on his tongue as she smiled and chewed the inside of her cheek. She had asked herself why she hadn't told her family, told Cicero,her precious Keeper about her Vampirism. Babette was a vampire and she was adored amongst their siblings. It was during a hunt late one night that she realized, she was ashamed. That somehow the taunting and cruelty of bigoted Nords had gotten to her, jaded and hurt her.
Now, she knew she was in trouble. That she needed to tell Cicero, that it wouldn't be long before she lost herself and became a monster. She had attempted to sneak off, to let herself feed on the vile blood of a small animal but even they seemed to be non existent in that moment of need. Within an hour, the snow was to high for them to walk and her panic set in. Cicero smiled and lead her to a cave, singing loudly as he tromped around to make sure it was cleared.
Laena started a fire, smiling as her jester draped a fur around her shoulders, convinced that she was freezing. The pain grew as she was faced with the scent of his heart, with the sound of his blood pounding against her ear drums. She held her stomach as it ached and cramped, her jaw tightening until it hurt while Cicero ate an apple and stared at the cave ceiling.
He jumped when a pained moan broke free, shocking even her as she quickly looked away.
"What can poor Cicero do?" He asked softly as he felt her forehead once more before pulling her to his chest as he had many nights. This night there was no comfort, only torture as her body tightened and she thought she would cry.
"I promise you, I'm fine. Maybe some fresh air.."
"Oh no no! My beautiful Listener will catch her death out there!" He shouted as he yanked her back by her cloak. "Sweet Cicero will hold you." He purred as he pulled her towards the bedroll she had laid out. She closed her eyes, commanding her mind to focus as she felt her essence burn with need.
Her breaths trembled as Cicero pulled her close, nuzzling the tip of her sharply pointed ear before kissing her cheek. "Cicero will do anything for his Listener. Anything to end her suffering."
Re: Sweet Cicero 1/?
Date: 2013-01-27 01:38 am (UTC)Sweet Cicero 2/?
Date: 2013-01-28 07:25 pm (UTC)Most mornings she would wake to the warmth of his body pressed to hers, usually a soft hand resting on her hip or her body curled into him for warmth and quiet.
Now she lay in a cave, listening to a dripping of water someplace deep inside. Gusts of wind roared outside as fresh snow piled higher and sent human and animal alike searching for cover.
Cicero softly breathed beside her, her fingers softly rubbing a patch of crushed velvet as she turned to face him. She swore she could see the veins in his exposed neck pumping. The nectar there
called to her, told her it would be okay to do such a horrid thing to the only person to care about her.
Her mind was gone, a blazing fire of demand and pain when she felt the body next to her move. A dash of red velvet rose and quickly moved to the entrance of the cave as she sat up and tried to slow
the painful spinning of her head. Her muscles screamed as she watched the blurry figures move in the entrance of the cave and then the smell hit her. Blood coated the ground and her fingers curled into her palm, her nails puncturing the flesh there as Cicero came back, a cuss under his breath as her eyes focused.
"Are you bleeding?" She whispered as he looked up with a smirk.
"Just a cut, my beautiful Listener. Simply a wolf. Cicero will be just fine, go back to sleep." She swallowed hard, nodding before curling into a ball. She demanded her mind to shut down, that
she could fight the need, the instinct, that she could survive this. She knew the pain would get worse, that she was starving slowly and soon, Cicero would watch her melt away into nothing, unless she failed in her mission to hide her secret..then his blood would coat her mouth as she tore his throat out. She whimpered softly, apparently still loud enough to catch Cicero's
attention as he dropped beside her and rubbed her side through the leather armor that covered her body. "Is there nothing that can help my poor Listener?" He asked with worry.
"I'm fine. Please go to sleep, tomorrow will be long." Her voice cracked and he paused. The scent of his blood began to over power her, making her skin crawl and the pain grow. She knew she was
losing herself when her mind began to beg, plead for her just to give it what it needed. She faced Cicero, watching his chest rise and fall as he slept.
Her mouth was pressed to his neck before she knew she had failed. Her knees pressed against the cave floor as she straddled him, his chest rising against her as her tongue ran over the smooth
flesh there and her teeth were there, pushing, sinking into the perfect, flawless flesh. She felt a moan escape her as the sweet nectar filled her mouth, her fingers gripping the soft velvet
of his motley as her mind raced and her instincts took over. She growled when hands grasped her backside, biting into her prey's flesh harder, claiming it as she nourished herself.
When she felt the hands grasp tighter, a softer moan escaped her. A hand traveled, gripping her hip as a guttural moan came from beneath her and she froze. Her mind clearing as she pulled away in horror and disgust at her actions. Cicero's head cocked as she threw herself off of him and scrambled back until her back hit the rough cave wall. The taste of sweetness still lingered in her mouth, warm liquid ran down her chin as she tried to wipe her face and find words to apologize. She felt the bile burning in her throat as Cicero pressed a hand to his neck in confusion and curiosity before standing up and slowly walking towards the trembling elf.
"I am so sorry." She whispered pathetically as he crouched in front of her with frown.
"Why didn't you tell Cicero? When's the last time my poor Listener fed?" There was no anger, no judgement in his voice as he sadly stroked her cheek.
Sweet Cicero 2a/?
Date: 2013-01-28 07:27 pm (UTC)"Your family would never. Cicero will rip their faces off!" He shouted as he yanked her forward and into his chest. "Laena has not fed enough. Come."
She winced as he unbuttoned his top, dropping it beside him before patting his lap with a grin. "I could hurt you."
"Cicero knows. But you won't. Babette doesn't like poor Cicero's blood, says I taste like a sweet roll."
"You do." She found herself giggling as she slowly approached.
She paused as she straddled his lap, looking into honey eyes for a sign of discomfort before kissing his jaw and dragging her mouth to his neck once more. Her stomach tightened as he sighed and
the feel of her mouth on him, his hands seeking permission as they gripped her hips, squeezing as she sunk her teeth into him. His sweet liquid filled her mouth once more, slowly this time.
A hand came to rest on the back of her neck, encouraging her as a thick moan hit her ear and she realized she was grinding against him. His hand pushed her against him tightly as she flicked her
tongue over the puncture wounds before biting him harder, moaning as he squirmed and gasped.
"Are you enjoying this?" She whispered in his ear, surprised and aroused at the idea. She smiled when he nodded, not needing to look at his face to know he meant it.
He willingly laid back as she gently pushed her hands against his bare chest. He watched attentively as she trailed dull nails over the muscles and smooth flesh there, a smile creeping to her
face as she reached into her boot and pulled back a glistening dagger. She felt her core ache when he trembled beneath her, not with fear she quickly realized but pure want.
He bit his lip as she ran the dagger down his chest, just short of breaking the skin. Her whimper hit him as he cupped her cheek, making her look at him before he assaulted the buckles of her armor.
He groaned as her breasts were freed, his hands cupping and kneading them gently as her head fell back and she sighed loudly. She growled as he roughly pinched her erect buds, grinding herself
roughly against him and chuckling as he moaned. His eyes flashed with desire as she licked the remaining precious liquid from her lips and brought the daggers blade to his flesh once more.
This time the skin opened, sticky red liquid began to run out, pooling on his chest and abdomen as some ran down his sides. She froze and gasped at the sight, his lips curled into a twisted grin
as she slowly bent and ran her tongue over his flesh. She lapped at the pools of his lifeforce beckoning her, demanding she take it as his fingers knotted in her hair and he was moaning.
He growled and yanked her hair as her teeth sank into his chest. His length poking against her thigh as she yelped into the bite and ground herself against him. Her hand slipped as she ran it
over him, leaving his side coated in blood as she gently filled herself with it. Her skin tingled as he whispered her name, her teeth only agreeing to leave the softness of him as his fingers slid into her leather bottoms, gripping
the bare flesh of her backside.
Re: Sweet Cicero 2a/?
Date: 2013-01-31 06:04 am (UTC)Sweet Cicero 2b
Date: 2013-01-31 08:08 pm (UTC)She pulled herself away only when she heard him talking, his voice husky and heavy with arousal as he took in her bare form. She gasped as she found herself flipped to her back, his body between her legs and his length brushing against her thigh. Every drip of blood from his wounds made her back slightly arch, her breaths grow heavier as his grin widened.
"Sweet Cicero could stare at that face for an eternity." He purred as ran his hand down her body, letting it taper off as he hit her thigh. "May I?" He asked as he pulled the dagger from her hand.
"Cicero, you could be infected. I lost control, I'm so sorry." She whispered as she realized what she had done. That she was in fact out of control and still losing herself with every sound he made.
"Cicero wouldn't mind. It would simply be a lifetime with you." He chuckled as she smiled, her hand resting against his cheek as she nodded. Her back arched the blade bit her smooth flesh, a moan
echoed off the cave walls as he lowered his head slowly and gently ran his tongue over the fresh wound. Her fingers pressed into his bare shoulder as his tongue continued down, tasting her own essence
before his arms hooked her legs and held her thighs apart. She cried out when his tongue found her sensitive nub and pressed. Her hips arched towards him as he chuckled and held her in place.
Every motion was calculated, teasing and cruel as she gasped and tried to break free of his grip. She cried out his name as two digits roughly entered her, his growl vibrated against her core as
she bucked towards him.
Her stomach coiled tightly as she begged for release, almost screaming in anger when he pulled away and laughed. "Cicero, I've waited so long." She pleaded as his brows rose and his smile faded.
"Don't be cruel, Laena." He whispered as he latched himself roughly on an erect bud. She cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as he bit down, his fingers teasingly stroking her core once more.
"Can the Listener fall in love with her Keeper?" She groaned as he pulled away and studied her face with curiosity, looking for a sign of untruth.
"Why not? The Keeper loves his Listener." He pulled her to his lap as he sat up, her legs wrapping around him as he sheathed himself in her slowly, watching as her head fell back and she was crying out. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he filled her, her mind racing to decide if it was too much, if it was painful or perfect and then she was filled completely and panting his name.
Their bodies were slick as they rubbed together, each thrust painting their flesh with the deep red liquid. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she rode him, unsure of the words leaving her mouth as she raced towards her end. She fell mute when his teeth clamped on the tip of her pointed ear, his fingers bruising her backside as he roughly buried himself in her. It was too much, too perfect, she quickly decided as she felt herself tightening around him. His length stretching and claiming her as he continued to take her, the sound of wet skin pressing together was her doom as she screamed his name and her teeth were breaking through his flesh once more, marking him as his teeth clamped harder and she was filled with his warmth. His body tensing as he held her in place, spilling his seed as he moaned through clenched teeth, his breath washing over her sensitive ear as they slowly descended from their highs. She clang to him, her cheek pressed against blood slicked skin as her body pulsated and she struggled to breath. Soft fingers traced over her back, brushing back locks of dark hair to pepper her with kisses as she tried to stop her legs from shaking.
Re: Sweet Cicero 2b
Date: 2013-02-04 05:22 am (UTC)Sweet Cicero 3
Date: 2013-02-11 11:13 pm (UTC)for him to drink until they were gone. He winced as she poured healing potions over his wounds, checking to make sure they were completely healed before she finally sat and let him take her
in his arms, the drying blood making their skin sticky as he softly rubbed her stomach with his finger tips. "Cicero won't tell them." He murmured against her ear as she tensed.
"Thank you, my sweet. You're not disgusted with me?"
"Surely you jest.." He brow creased as she looked up at him. His head cocking slightly as he realized she was serious. "Cicero would love you if you turned into a troll. Don't ever do that to
yourself again!" She growled as he swatted her backside playfully but firm enough to make his anger known.
Her nose scrunched as she realized they were covered both blood, her appetite satisfied and the snow had stopped. Cicero smirked and gestured his head down the dim cave path. "There is a spring
at the end, though sweet Cicero thinks you look beautiful like that." Her cheeks burned as he winked and trailed a finger over her body.
She shook off the excess water, intending to let herself dry by the fire as Cicero hummed behind her. She watched every muscle glisten as he stepped from the water and crossed his arms.
"Can Cicero help his beautiful Listener?" She closed her eyes and shook her head as he laughed.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." She whispered as she squeezed water from her long hair.
He frowned as he glanced down before swallowing hard and shaking off his obvious sadness. "Never again. Cicero will stab you for starving yourself!"
She leaned against his shoulder, waiting for him to finish eating the food she jammed into his hands as the sun began to rise and shine at the entrance of the cave. "I met an Orsimer. He said he
was with the Dawnguard and that there may be a cure." Cicero tossed an apple core into the fire before looking down at the yawning vampire.
"Whatever makes my precious Listener happy, sweet Cicero's feelings will not change." She smiled as she looked up to catch the twinkle in his manic eyes. His sing song voice had returned as he charged into the sunlight and called her name. "Let's kill something!"