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20 August 2009 @ 07:23 pm
((Post for team_x - Locked to Emma))  
*Well, this power-switch problem hadn't turned out to be so bad after all, at least not as far as Victor was concerned. In fact, he was really starting to get used to Emma's telepathy, already having become used to the telepathic link she'd forged between them when she'd been the one with the power. Already, he'd been able to taunt Dukes from a distance and locate Logan without being anywhere near him, not to mention cause Bradley some distress by sending pornographic images directly into his mind. But perhaps she should start to learn how to enjoy his powers some more, too.*


*He called out for her with his mind, as he had done regularly lately, and waited for a response. It was time she learned how to really enjoy the hunt - and how to claim her prey at the end.*
Current Mood: mischievousmischievous
Emma Frost: emma :: coyicecoldwit on August 20th, 2009 07:09 pm (UTC)
*It was just a touch strange not being the one using the telepathy. But while he had gotten fairly good at using her powers, she was mildly irked that she didn't have them.*

Yes, Kitten?

*She hadn't embraced his powers just as much as he had taken on hers, but she did know his scent, and how to find it.*
Victor Creedwatch_the_nails on August 20th, 2009 07:18 pm (UTC)
Feel like playing a game?

*He snickered as he 'spoke', sending a wave of mischievous energy along with the words, not to mention an undertone of playful lust. He wanted her to know just how much he loved chasing her, the thrill of the hunt, the taking and the claiming of the prey at the end of it.*

Come find me. And then we'll really start playing.
Emma Frost: emma :: giddyicecoldwit on August 20th, 2009 08:07 pm (UTC)
*She grinned, catching on to his train of thought. A fun little hunt with the roles reversed, and that got her just a little more than excited to be sure.*

Now there is an idea, pet.

*She just had to work out the scent trails and what ones were old and what were new. But that would be the fun of it.*

What kind of games do you have in mind, Kitten?
Victor Creed: Smirkwatch_the_nails on August 20th, 2009 08:15 pm (UTC)
Oh, I don't know. Hunt the sausage. Hide-the-salami. Pretend Little Victor is a CIA agent and I have to find a place for him to hide.

*Even as he spoke, he was lying back in his tent, sliding one hand down towards the waistband of his combat fatigues. He could have gone out into the wilderness to wait for her, but his tent was a kind of double-bluff; perhaps she would think it was too obvious. And besides, by the time she was finished with him, he'd probably be so exhausted he'd pretty much fall asleep where he was if the rest of the week had been anything to go by. One time she'd even had to wake him up to bring him back to her tent so he hadn't been left sleeping out under the stars. He'd never felt that tired before.*

Come on, pumpkin, I'm waiting for you. I've already get one hand helping me out.

*He laughed, his fingers slipping inside his trousers to touch at himself, transmitting an image of himself to wherever she was, accompanied by the rising arousal inside him. She'd taunted him like this before - now it was her turn to see what it felt like.*
Emma Frost: emma :: deviousicecoldwit on August 20th, 2009 09:13 pm (UTC)
*It was that arousal that caught her attention though, informing her that her was still in camp, that meant her tent or his, because he wasn't getting too adventurous just yet.

So she tried her tent first, since she'd waited in his that first time. But the scent was cold, so it meant he was in his own.*

Ever so proud of yourself, darling.

*She smirked as she made her way to his tent, enjoying the heady, musky scent. Her hearing and sense of smell, those were two of the best things about his mutation. She was so attuned to them.*

Maybe you're enjoying yourself enough for me to take a back seat?
Victor Creed: Predatorywatch_the_nails on August 20th, 2009 09:23 pm (UTC)
Sure, why not. We could try that, lover. I'll just lie here and sort myself out, and you can stay back and watch. You really think you'd be able to do that the way you are now?

*He could sense her desire through the link they shared, sense the hunter's instinct within her that she'd somehow absorbed from him, despite the fact that he seemed to have retain enough of his own feral qualities. She was practically in heat, desperate to mate - again - and he doubted that she'd be able to hold herself back once she caught the scent of his arousal in the flesh.*

That's it, precious. Just a little closer.

*He unbuttoned his flies and shifted his trousers down, freeing his hardness from his clothes, lying back with one arm behind his head, his other hand stroking invitingly at his length. He could tell that she had almost arrived, feeling the mental 'ripples' flowing out towards him, having roughly attuned his mind to hers.*
Emma Frost: emma :: schemingicecoldwit on August 23rd, 2009 11:58 am (UTC)
*She smirked as she stepped through the flap, a low growl in her throat as she spotted him. Truthfully, that animal part at the back of her mind told her to simply take him. Go over to his cot and take what was hers.

But they'd been having such fun with these games, she was loathe to interrupt that. But he was right, with the scent of his arousal and her own mingling in the air, it wasn't going to take long before she had to have it.

Shifting slightly, she lifted the army regulation tank top up over her head, tossing it to the ground as she stalked towards him. She'd foregone bras for the last few days, unable to fouter with the clasps properly.

As she reached the end of his cot, standing over him as he continued to stroke himself, Emma smirked down at him with those fangs. She looked like the cat who got the cream.*

Hello, pet. Sorry to keep you waiting.
Victor Creed: Smirkwatch_the_nails on August 23rd, 2009 02:32 pm (UTC)
*He couldn't help but keep grinning, his eyes flicking from her delicious little fanged smile to her bare breasts, full and pert; his hand continued to move over himself, stroking at his length, firm and hot.*

No need to apologise, precious. Sometimes it's the waiting that makes it all worthwhile.

*He shifted his hips, giving a low moan as he smiled up at her invitingly, opening his mind to touch at her own and sending a wave of his desire, accompanied by several mental suggestions as to what she could to him as he lay there - or what he could do to her if she chose to lay down instead.*

So what's it going to be, lover? Do you want to come down here and eat me alive?
Emma Frost: emma :: deviousicecoldwit on August 24th, 2009 05:58 pm (UTC)
*She smirked at him as she moved to straddle his thighs, running the palm of her hand over his length and licking her lips.*

Do you want me to take that in my mouth with these?

*She purposely flicked her tongue over one fang, splitting the skin and letting the blood swell on the end of her tongue as she leaned over to him.*

Goodness knows what could happen.

*At the forefront of her mind she let the images fall easily over the link. Him above her, holding her down with his bulky chest, fingers spreading her open and fucking her. Mouth biting and licking and sucking at her breasts and neck and chest. Making her writhe and beg, claw at his shoulders until he pushed her legs open wide and fucked her until she screamed.*
Victor Creed: Smirkwatch_the_nails on August 24th, 2009 06:09 pm (UTC)
*Even watching her tease him with her tongue excited him, the sight of her blood causing him to growl and buck his hips slightly, although he could see her point. If she got over-enthusiastic and injured his manhood with those fangs, it would be a while before either of them could have any pleasure.

Instead, he responded to her mental images with a series of his own, feeding back on the ones she had given him, enhancing and elaborating on her already-delicious ideas with equally graphic and explicit fantasies. His fingers, sliding inside her and holding her open as he thrust himself into her, his other hand working at her clit as he pounded away against her body; her claws gripping so hard at his arms that she drew blood, his tongue flicking eagerly over her full breasts, her head thrown back as she cried out his name in utter ecstasy.*

Emma Frost: emma :: alluringicecoldwit on August 24th, 2009 07:45 pm (UTC)
*She sighed as she leaned further over, her breasts almost touching his chest, as she ran her hand over his length again. A low purr in her chest rumbled free as she rubbed herself against his thigh, grinning at him with her fangs.*

Now, you best not be teasing, pet.

*Her nipples had tightened in response to his thoughts, her desires and the subtle grazing against his chest. She felt that familiar coil of anticipation through her body, muscles tightening in reaction and her heartbeat skipping and speeding up.*
Victor Creed: Predatorywatch_the_nails on August 24th, 2009 07:55 pm (UTC)
I wouldn't dream of it.

*And just like that, he pounced, his hands moving swiftly up to her shoulders, his fingers digging into and latching onto her flesh even though he lacked his claws; he gave a low growl, bucking up with his hips and using the momentum of his body to try and force her onto her back, not caring if she scratched and bit and fought, knowing that she'd welcome the tussle whatever the outcome - and whoever ended up on top.*
Emma Frost: emma :: disheavledicecoldwit on August 24th, 2009 08:57 pm (UTC)
*She almost laughed, as the air rushed out of her lungs and she rolled with him. While she pushed slightly to attempt another roll, she still found herself pinned under his larger bulk; hands pressing against his chest, legs open and around his hips.*

You know how much I just hate teasing, Kitten.

*She rotated her hips, pushing up against his exposed length, sighing at the contact and running her hands up to his shoulders.*

Don't keep a girl waiting.
Victor Creed: Smirkwatch_the_nails on August 24th, 2009 09:15 pm (UTC)
Like I'd dare do a thing like that.

*Smirking to himself, pleased that he had her where he wanted her - and where she wanted to be, by the look of things - he teased her by rubbing himself against her a few times, drawing a pained whine from her throat and pressing her down against the bed, leaning in to kiss at her neck before pulling back to grin down at her.*

Would I?

*He pressed the very tip of his length at her entrance, taunting her, his own breathing heavy as he made her wait.*
Emma Frost: emma :: disheavledicecoldwit on August 25th, 2009 06:29 pm (UTC)
*She pressed up, her hips pushing against his length as she started to breath heavier, needing the heat of his length pushing into her.

The scent of arousal was heavy in the air, driving her senses wild as he taunted her and teased her. Her legs were splayed around him, but she couldn't find the leverage to press up, to force him inside her.*

Victor, I want you inside, fuck. I need you inside.

*He liked it when she begged him, she remembered that much. Begging she could do, if it got her what she wanted.*
Victor Creed: Smirkwatch_the_nails on August 25th, 2009 07:03 pm (UTC)
*He growled at that, her begging only making his breathing even more shallow, causing his desire to burn even more intensely within him, their shared mental link meaning that she could feel just how wound up he was. Just how difficult it was for him to hold back.*

That's it, baby. Beg for me. I want to hear you beg.

*Moaning, he pushed himself forward, allowing just the first inch of his length to slide inside her, her body deliciously warm and wet, allowing him to easily slip into her with a low growl.*
Emma Frost: emma :: coyicecoldwit on August 25th, 2009 07:17 pm (UTC)
*Her body thrummed as he started to push into her, muscles clenching and her core burning with need and want. The stretch was so delicious, so perfect, her walls slick with her own desire and only getting better as he slowly pressed inside her.*

Please, Victor, I need you. Want you so bad, I can't stop wanting it.

*Her hands gripped to his shoulders, pulling her body up and pressing her breasts against his hot, hard chest. She tried to push down on his length, his hands on her hips stopping her and gaining a whine from her throat.*

Fuck me, please. Just fuck me.
Victor Creed: Smirkwatch_the_nails on August 25th, 2009 07:26 pm (UTC)
That's what I want to hear, lover.

*He growled his enthusiasm as he pushed his way inside her, slowly, painfully slowly, filling her inch by inch with his entire length; his hands slid beneath her firm backside, pulling her up to meet his entry, impaling her as he moaned and snarled under his breath.*

Oh God, Princess, I want you so badly right now.

*It was the truth, and it never hurt to share, especially when he knew she'd love to hear it. He shared everything through the mental link, his burning lust, the way she felt to him, the way her begging and whining drove him absolutely crazy.*
Emma Frost: emma :: deviousicecoldwit on August 25th, 2009 07:45 pm (UTC)
God, yes, so good.

*She hissed slightly at the pace of his entry, aching to feel it faster, wanting nothing more than to be so thoroughly fucked through the cot.

Her legs wrapped around him as he pulled her backside up, curving her back to help get him in so deep, so good, so much.*

Take it, please, Kitten. You know you love it. Pounding into me, make me scream. Come on, Victor. Make me feel it.

*She didn't want that slow, steady fucking that would drive her crazy with want and lust, the arousal in the air and the need in veins making her want it all right then. Hard and brutal.*

Do it, pet. Please.
Victor Creed: Smirkwatch_the_nails on August 25th, 2009 07:57 pm (UTC)
*He didn't just hear what she wanted from her words; he could sense the want within her mind, knew that she wanted him deep and hard and fast, so hard that it hurt. And he was more than willing to give it to her. He took a moment to savour her pleas, to let the eager moan of her words seep into his every pore, before finally relenting with a wicked chuckle.*

I'm going to fuck you so hard that even the tent's going to have bruises.

*Grinning, he pulled back only to thrust into her with a loud moan, his pace already fast and hard, snarls and growls coming from his throat as he pounded into her.*

Emma Frost: emma :: consideringicecoldwit on August 25th, 2009 08:17 pm (UTC)
*She cried out with pleasure, the brutal thrust into her body exactly what she wanted. Her breasts swaying against her chest, claws only barely stopping from ripping open his shoulders. She writhed under him, letting her body simply give to his thrusts, crying out with every brutal thrust into her.*

Hard, Kitten. Come on, harder.

*She wanted bruises and blood and pain. Wanted it to hurt so bad from pleasure and her body couldn't deny wanting him that much.

Even muscle spasm made her arch more, clench more, sigh and pant and whine for him. He'd feel it all, feel her want and desire and those needs to just be owned.*
Victor Creed: Smirkwatch_the_nails on August 25th, 2009 08:27 pm (UTC)
*The pain he felt from the claws digging into his flesh only heightened his enjoyment, causing him to gasp and hiss and snarl, bucking against her with a determination that caused beads of sweat to stand out on his forehead; growling, moaning, he drank in her feelings and emotions, feeding them back to her with his own wants and needs, the burning, feral need to possess her and fuck her and mark her as his own.

Her words spurred him on to move even harder against her, writhing and thrashing and pounding into her with such force that it seemed as if the cot might break. He cried out, gasping, one of his hands grabbing at her arm to force it down against the bed, his fingers closing tightly around her wrist.*
Emma Frost: emma :: alluringicecoldwit on August 25th, 2009 08:55 pm (UTC)
*She could've broken the hold, but she was enjoying the illusion again. She wanted the marks; the bruises around her wrists, on her hips, scratches around her neck or over her chest.

Jerking up against him, she whined and writhed and bucked against his thrusts. Each push into her making her groan with pleasure.*

God, Victor.
Victor Creed: Nigeria Grinwatch_the_nails on August 25th, 2009 09:04 pm (UTC)
Do you like that, baby? Me fucking you so hard, you're gonna get bruises? Pounding into you like you're some piece of meat?

*He snarled and growled as he writhed against her, his words breathy and shaky, his other hand taking her other wrist so that both of her arms were held down against the bed as he thrust and fucked at her as hard as he possibly could.*

That's it, lover. Come on. Fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can.
Emma Frost: emma :: coyicecoldwit on August 25th, 2009 09:29 pm (UTC)
Yes, want to feel it, need to feel it.

*She loved the way he pressed her down, pushing into her over and over. She bucked up to meet him, hips aching from the pressure.*

Yes, so hard. Just fucking use me, come on.

*She clenched around him, grinning up at him as she tightened around him.*
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