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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 29, 2007 18:55:59 GMT -5
Destrane shook his head firmly, "No. You stay in Hogwarts. We'll use glamor spells to make it invisible and only when you have the child will you be pulled out for a while. No one will complain, my father owns that hell hole."
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 29, 2007 19:01:56 GMT -5
Helena nodded and smiled at him “I don’t want those two harpy whore bitch professors finding out. They are such prunes they would force to me to get rid of our son.” Helena had made up her mind, it was going to be a boy, it had to be a boy. An Heir for his father.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 29, 2007 19:11:33 GMT -5
He gazed at her heatedly, deep in thought. "If they cause problems, I'll kill them," his voice was rough and dark as he touched her hips, pulling her closer to him. "You and this child are mine."
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 30, 2007 5:52:46 GMT -5
"Yes my Dark Prince, we are yours all yours only yours." Cricket said as she cupped his face again, her fingers stroking his scar slowly. Her breath caught as he pulled her close to him. "Take me Des, mark me as yours again."
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 30, 2007 9:06:52 GMT -5
Destrane arched an eyebrow at her, chuckling. "Again? Even though you have been sick?" he kissed her neck before biting down to break skin. His lips worked over her neck expertly, vanishing her clothes but keeping his on. "Maybe.." he looked at her contemplatively.
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 30, 2007 9:12:44 GMT -5
“Please.” Helena begged him prettily, her chocolate brown eyes full with love and devotion for the man above her. She hissed softly as his teeth broke her delicate flesh, marking her as his again. Moaning as sweet pleasure spread though her body. “Please my Prince …”
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 30, 2007 9:14:52 GMT -5
Destrane sat up on her, watching her in amusement. "You realize that I wont be kind to you? Sick or not, you'd be bringing this upon yourself," his eyes glinted wickedly, cruelty apparent in even the way he spoke. There was not one ounce of mercy left in his body.
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 30, 2007 9:22:05 GMT -5
“Destrane … my Dark Prince … my mind, my body, my heart, my life, my soul the are all yours to do with as you please.” Helena knew he wouldn’t be gently with her, he never was and that was a big reason why she loved him so deeply. “I take whatever you to me with pride knowing that you chose me.”
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 30, 2007 9:26:05 GMT -5
Destrane looked down into her face, deep in thought. "So be it," he vanished his clothing and slammed into her roughly, uncaring if she was prepared or not. She brought this upon herself and he wasn't going to leave her offer hanging. His hands slid over her body before one settled at her neck. He slid his palm over her bare left forearm in forewarning. "He will mark you as well, gir," his voice was a low hiss.
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 30, 2007 9:32:46 GMT -5
A strangled cry mixed of pain and pleasure came from her mouth as Helena bucked her hips up to meet Destrane’s first thrust. Looking up to him, she submitted her body completely to him and his personal pleasure, soft moans and sighs answering his hands has he slid them over her body.
“I know but only you have my complete loyalty, my Prince” she replied back to her lover as she wrapped her legs around his waist waiting for more to come.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 30, 2007 9:38:37 GMT -5
Destrane held himself off of her, making sure that his body didn't crush hers. He growled softly in her ear and stroked her side before his hand moved to lay on her stomach. "Comfy?" he asked heatedly, kissing her lips firmly as his pace and violence picked up.
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 30, 2007 9:43:49 GMT -5
Helena’s body submitted to his force and violence willingly, her moans soft in his ear as she let out a breathy “Yes my Prince.”
Her body molded around his wanting him closer to her even as he took her in his own rough pleasure from her body. Her hand covered his gently, as she smiled to him.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 30, 2007 9:50:00 GMT -5
He kissed her lips, biting softly but making sure not to break her lip. His body strained against hers, he didn't want to risk harming the baby...his heir. Destrane moved to kiss her ear, slamming harder into her body. He forced himself deeper and held still as his seed spilled into her warm body.
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 30, 2007 9:58:30 GMT -5
She kissed him back cupping his face her fingers caressing her lover’s cheeks. Her body arched beneath his as she felt him shudder out his release and joined his with her own. “Oh Destrane…” she moaned out softly kissing him deeply.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 30, 2007 10:00:21 GMT -5
He rolled off of her, pulling her with him. "Well then," he murmured softly, stroking her cheek gently. His eyes watched her face intently, looking for any sign of discomfort. "What do you want the child to be called?" he asked softly, kissing her lips firmly.
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