The Venture Toward Isolation

[Filles Dé Roi]

[ continuation from here. ]

(ooc: I definitely think so!)

She knew what she had said was exactly what he wanted. Filles couldn't quite remember if he'd pulled this one on her before, and then it just went back to the way it was before. It was, of course in a demon's nature to want to hurt, but not like that. She didn't want it like that. Having it rough was a grand time for her, but not all the time, not when she felt neglected by it. And that was how he had made her feel. That he didn't really want her, only sometimes. She bit her fangs down into her plump lower lip, and closed her eyes, knowing that he'd be content for now, and thankful that the tree had taken the damage instead of her.

It was this that she loved about him. The sweet caresses, the feel of his lips gently upon hers. The caring, loving, tenderness that he showed her. It's what made her fall for him all over again. It caused her to wrap her slender arms around his neck, and meet his lips with soft, sweet kisses as he had. After a moment of gentle caresses she slowly dragged her hands along his muscular arms, she bit back a flash back of what those arms could do to her, and simply stroked her way down until her hands rested over top of his.

Filles had never understood the obsession with her lips, she didn't really care for them. Her bottom lip was much more plumper than her thin upper one. But it caused her to smile slightly as he traced her lips, and made her listen intently on what he was saying. "What is it?" she mumbled in a lower voice, captivated by his gentle touch. "I know," she said, she knew it wouldn't be easy. And how could she not give up on him when she was the one getting the bad end of it? Did he like hurting her? Did he? Sometimes she'd wanted to scream that at him, ask him why or if he enjoyed putting her through pain. Yet...she nodded her head.

She brought her lips to his, pressing against his, and slowly pulling back to nod her head once more. "I won't give up on you, I'll try to, as long as you're willing too," she said softly, and she wanted to say she couldn't handle that anymore, that she didn't want that, that she was better, stronger than it all. She deserved more, her mother didn't raise her like that...even if that's how her mother was constantly treated.

[Braeden L'Amant]

As soon as Filles's words hit his ears a rush went through his body. Things were going back to the way they used to be. His life was making a change. Braeden had hurt her in ways that words couldn't describe; physically and mentally. He had said things to her that one wouldn't say to a person whom they loved. He'd torn down every bit of her and crushed her, but yet she still loved him. The fact that she took him back after everything he did to her sent another rush through his veins. She wouldn't regret it. This time things would be different.

Braeden leaned into her and kissed her. It started off as a sweet gesture but quickly turned into a weapon of lust and passion. His hand slid past the fabric of her skirt and massaged her thigh. Braeden wasn't sure if Filles was ready to be with him this way again, but he had waited so long. Surely, he had been with other women while he was away, but they weren't even remotely the same. He longed for her.

He kissed his way down her jaw and over to her neck, lingering at the dip between her neck and shoulder. His other hand had a firm grip on her waist. He kissed her shoulder, then back up her neck, over her jaw, and paused just above her lips. "Filles, I need you." His heart was pounding in his chest as he breathed heavily. He kissed her again, letting his tongue slide across her bottom lip, then biting in slightly. He wanted her to yearn the way she?d yearned for him so many years ago; the way he was yearning for her now.


OoC: I'm still out of town but I HAD to reply....oh, and I'm not really sure where to go after this...now that everything between us is out in the open....bleh. I'm making no sense.

[Filles Dé Roi]

Once more she was able to swallow all of her better intentions. Hide away every single piece of her mind that screamed no. Instead she bargained with those parts of her brain, whispering the soft words that Braeden had, and convinced herself that if he was willing to try, that he meant what he said. Filles couldn't be sure, but he sounded so pleading, so passionate about his words that she had no choice but to give in. She'd surrender to that frosty gaze, and allow a smile to flicker onto her lips. Surely a broken spirit could be mended, and a shattered heart could be put together like pieces of a puzzle.

Filles accepted his lips, leaning into him as the kiss deepened, her mouth meeting his with equally heated kisses. She panted against his lips, everytime they momentarily parted. Even now he made her breathless, and he could do so with a simple kiss. The demoness was reminded of another reason she stayed with him, it was hard to find someone with such passion. Someone that everytime could make things different, and just as interesting as before. She was immediately captivated, and her mind settled into a place of nostalgia, but regret haunted it and she slapped herself out of the daze, bringing a closed gaze to the present.

A soft moan escaped her slightly parted lips as his hand slipped beneath her skirt, her crystal eyes opened with awareness, but she was soon put under his spell and allowed them to flutter closed. She tilted her neck back allowing him easier access, small gasps of pleasure came about her even with just his lips against her skin. He didn't need to make her yearn the way she used to, she already was, she was already dying as he spoke her name.

The demoness didn't often submit to someone, she always repeated sensual acts back, but for now she was lost in his touches, and didn't have time to react. Filles knew from experience that just her reactions to his touch was enough to keep him going. He enjoyed her loving every bit of him. She moaned yet again as he bit into her lower lip, listening to his voice. "Braeden...I need you too...d**m I do..." she gasped, falling from his loving lips, bringing her own to trail a heated path down his collar bone. From there she moved up, nipping at his neck, and also kissing at the gentle bite marks.

Filles pushed her pelvis to his, grinding her hips gently against him. She brought her plump lips to his, pulling at his lower lip before kissing him with a former passion that seemed to swell up inside of her. Along with a gentle grinding she pushed into him, surrendering herself, her body to him. What was there to regret? He loved her...she loved him. Right now things were going good. He was much more gentle than she recalled. She was also d**m thankful for it.

[Braeden L'Amant]

The sounds that escaped Filles’s lips drove Braeden to want her more. He grinned as her eyes closed. She was like putty in his hands, totally under his control. He loved that he was having such an effect on her. Her reactions to him were like his ammunition. Every moan, every sigh, every gasp for pleasure kept him going. Braeden gripped her sides tightly as she kissed and bit along his neck.

Soon she started grinding her hips into him, sending him over the edge. As Filles captured his lips in her own and continued to push her hips into his, Braeden’s ability to control himself started to slip. He couldn’t help but to moan into her mouth as the kiss continued.

There was fire burning between them and the heat was becoming too much. He pulled away from her lips momentarily to pull his sweater over his head. Once the fabric barrier was tossed aside Braeden’s lips immediately connected with hers. Walking slowly, he backed them both toward the tree. Leaning into her so that her back was against the tree, he gripped her thighs in each hand, lifting her slightly so that her legs could wrap around his waist. Once she was secured around him he ran his hands up and down her sides in restlessness.

His hands couldn’t keep still. He had the urge to touch her everywhere all at once. Braeden paused for a moment, resting his forehead on hers, panting heavily. His hands slowly roamed her body as his eyes darkened with lust. Every fight, every scar, every tear left his memory as he held her.

As soon as he caught his breath he took her lips in his, this time with a little more force. He traced her bottom lip with his tongue, asking for entry to deepen the kiss. He wanted to show her how badly he’d missed her. He wanted to show her that he never stopped loving her and that he never would.

OoC: Even though I worked on it the entire week I was away…. this is a crappy post. Sorry.

[Filles Dé Roi]

(ooc: Wow, and it's not bad at all. It's wicked.

Her breathing became more laboured than before as he tightly gripped her sides, she didn't mind that roughness. Just a harshness that lust brought on, not wanting to actually harm her. Demons were very physical, and she loved the deep grip, and even went about throwing a few gentle bites along the length of his neck. Much like him hearing him moan drove her crazy. To know that she could make such a powerful person moan beneath her control almost made her grin. But her mind had no time to think of it, all she was thinking of was the feel of his heated lips meshed with hers.

Filles purred as he pulled away, ridding the sweater from his body. Normally she would have been eager to rip her top off too, but she decided to let him do the stripping, and she smirked at him, raising both eyebrows. She groaned as she was pressed into the tree, and lifted. She eagerly wrapped her legs around his torso, arms and legs supporting herself, while the tree and Braeden assisted her balance. She smiled slightly at his forehead upon hers, but soon that grin was lost into her mouth groaning silently as he allowed his hands to roam her body.

As the kiss begun she cupped his face, and as soon as his tongue ran along her lower lip she parted her lips ever so slightly. But before he could she slipped her tongue in between his lips, exploring his mouth, while her lips moved upon his in heated passion. How could she ever say no to this? Her hands traveled, feeling along his muscular arms, tracing the sculpted muscles.

Her mouth pulled away from his, and she went to his neck, allowing her heated breath to linger on his skin, before throwing her sharp fangs and piercing the flesh. She did so in a non-violent way, she did it very slow and sensually. As she pulled away and licked off some of his blood she stared at him for a moment, before softly pressing her lips back to his, and returning the kiss to it's former heat.

[Braeden L'Amant]

When Filles’s tongue entered Braeden’s mouth, he knew that the situation was taking a turn. He was beginning to fall under her control. Braeden spread his lips further to deepen the hot kiss. He kept his hands firmly on her thighs as she ran her hands up and down his arms. Shivers went up and down his spine as she let her warm breath tickle his skin.

Braeden threw his head back and hissed as her fangs sensually pierced his skin. He bit his bottom lip as she licked the blood away. When she kissed him he could taste some of his own blood on her lips. He nipped at her bottom lip, gently sinking his own fangs into it. His hand slid up to her waist as he kissed her. The blood somehow intensified the kiss.

Braeden moved his hands further up to her sides and growled at the corset underneath his fingertips. He wanted it gone so he could touch her skin, but ripping it off would be a bit...much. Instead, he made his frustrations known by turning things up a notch. He took her hands in his and pinned them over head. Braeden placed soft kisses on her bloodied lips before attack her neck with his mouth.

Braeden let her hands fall onto his strong back as his hands romaed her body again. He brought his lips to her ear and whispered slowly, "I love you so much" before bringing them to her own lips to kiss her passionately. Things were going to change in their relationship and he'd figured he'd start now by doing something he'd never done with her beofre. "Filles," he said lowly, "Take control." She wasn't the same girl she used to be and Braeden wanted her to take the lead so that he could see what she'd become capable of during their time apart.

OoC: CRAP POST!

[Filles Dé Roi]

(ooc: Be quiet! Your posts rock.)

Just his simple gestures, like holding her, and even just taking the kiss a little further sent shivers down her spine, it caused an old spark to flare up and drive her wild. She hesitantly broke the kiss, bringing her plump lips to move over his neck, her kisses included a few quick nips, and her eyes burned with passion that she could so easily remember. But she shouldn't be so forgiving, what if him saying that he was going to get help was just so she'd stay with him now? She was a fool...but she couldn't help it.

She pressed her lips to the wound, kissing away the flowing blood, and idly catching him press his fangs to his lips. It made her feel impowered to know that he had to bite down on his lower lip as she bit into him. She only left the wound for another sensual kiss, but soon she was back down on it, licking and sucking the blood out, then taking her fangs and puncturing the wound deeper.

Filles panted at his kisses and touches, and if she wasn't so deep into their passion she would have laughed as he tried to get rid of the corset. She decided to do it for him, but first wanted to listen to what he had to say. "I love you too, you know I do..." she muttered, her lips once again against his, she returned the passion. But her eyes blinked at what he whispered next. Her pupils got lost in those crystal irises, and she stared down at him with a ponderful look, before bringing a smile to her stained lips.

The demoness brought a hand to behind her back, and she slowly grabbed the corset's strings, pulling the bow apart and with expertise undoing it so it remained loose on her body. She moved her lips to his again, licking at his lower one. She seperated her lips from his, and arched her back away from the tree so she could remove the corset completely. Once it was gone she gasped at the feel of her skin on his, and this only sparked her interested once more. She brought her fangs to his neck, tearing away at the already there wound, she wanted to hear the weakness that she caused in him. It wasn't revenge, though that should have been her intention.

Filles moved away from him slightly, but only to trail her lips down his torso, and then jump from his grasp. She went down to her knees as she continued the trail of kisses, and pressed her bloodied lips to his abdomen. Filles grabbed the zipper and button of his jeans, and tossed them to her feet, then she bit at the top of his boxers, pulling them out before allowing them to snap back in. After the simple tease she came back up to press her lips harshly to his. The demoness now turned him so his back was to the tree, and her body was pressed against his.

[Braeden L'Amant]

Braeden soon forgot that he had been reunited with his love only a few hours ago. The way they were currently behaving made it seem as if they hadn’t been separated at all. He hissed again as her fangs sunk into the wound that was already there. He gritted his teeth at the bittersweet pain. His hands gripped her sides firmly as their lips connected once more.

His tongue traced across his silky lips as Filles removed the corset. It was as if she could read his mind. He breathed in sharply as their bare skin touched. His chest heaved heavily against hers as he panted. Braeden couldn’t help but to reach up and touch her gently. But his hand soon slipped away from her flesh and balled up into a fist as she attacked the fresh wound on his neck. HE tried hard to suppress his whimper, but was unsuccessful.

Braeden’s breathing became shallower as she kissed her way down his torso. He was sure she could feel it under her lips. HE squeezed his eyes shut and tried to gain composer but it was no use. As soon as she removed his jeans that effort was thrown out the window. This definitely was not the same Filles that he’d left so many years ago. His eyes followed her movements as she bit at the waist of his boxers, growling as she let them snap back into place. Before he could get a word in she was attacking his lips again. He was definitely under her control now that his back was against the tree.

“Tease…” he mumbled into her lips as the kissed continued. Yup. He definitely liked this new Filles. And maybe if she was just as rough outside of sexual situations she could help straighten him out…. But that was just a thought that was quickly pushed aside.

OoC: Where do you want to go with this? Do you want to continue with this sexy escapade or shall we do something else? Totally up to since this is your plot. I was just curious.

[Filles Dé Roi]

Filles soon easily forgot her past. Every little torment, she simply remembered the parts where she loved him, and how good of a time she'd had in his embrace. She was partly brainwashed due to the sexual activity. She moaned at his hands gripping her sides, yet she enjoyed the little bit of roughness, it didn't send her brain into regret mode, instead she pushed her lips harder to his, panting as she slipped back.

Filles moaned at his touch, and overall at the way he was reacting. She made sure their skin was touching, and actually managed a smirk at the whimper. It was overall satisfying to hear that little bit of weakness from such a strong person. Her hands moved over his abs, and she purred slightly as she heard the growl, and knew that he couldn't really object because her lips were back on his, her fangs gently pressing into his lips, and pulling away as her kiss trailed down his neck, and fell to his chest as her hands moved down his muscular body as well.

She pulled back as he said teased, and grinned. "Don't I know it," she said huskily, and she stopped, wrapping her arms around him, just hugging him. "Listen...as much as I'd like to continue...maybe we should slow it down. Get to know each other again?" she licked her lips out of a nervous habit, she didn't know how he was going to handle it. "I'm not saying that we can't do this ever, just, maybe wait a little...?" she tried it, and hoped that he would take it okay. It wasn't like they both had to go and get dressed or anything, she just wanted to talk about some things. See where he was now.

( ooc: Ugh, I'm soo sorry I took so long. )

[Braeden L'Amant]

Things were going perfectly. Braeden had his girl back and things were getting back to the way they used to be. But he spoke too soon. As soon as the words left her sweet lips, Braeden was breathing heavily in anger and frustration. He pushed her away from him so he wouldn’t do something he’d later regret. ”Slut,” he thought. “How dare she toy with me like this!” It was obvious that he was angry but he didn’t mean any of the things he was thinking. The anger was flowing through him and he couldn’t control it.

He slid down to the ground and ran his fingers through his hair. Sure he was frustrated because he couldn’t be with Filles the way he wanted, but he was angrier with himself for losing control. “This is so hard,” he said softly. He looked up at her and reached for her hand. “I-I’m sorry for pushing you. I just didn’t want to hurt you. It’s almost like a reflex. I want to do this. I want to be with you so badly and I want you to love me the way you used to, but I’m scared.” Braeden sighed deeply before continuing. “I’m scared that I won’t be able to change. I really want to and I’m trying, but what if I can’t? There’s something wrong with me Filles and I don’t want to hurt you any more and I don’t want you to leave me again.”

OoC: Crappy post. I on't think it makes any sense. Sorry.

[Filles Dé Roi]

( ooc: It's not crappy. Mine will be..I'm very lazyyy at the moment. )

She watched his dark eyes as the anger blinded the passion, and he was soon huffing in a dark rage. She saw it coming, and wasn't surprised at the shove. She took it without complaining or fighting back, and allowed herself to be flung. She caught herself, and knew even before the shove she should keep her distance from him. It was something she'd learned long ago. She simply recovered from the shove by walking in front of him, and folding her arms over her chest.

She smiled softly as he calmed himself down, that was progress, he even reached for her hand. She allowed one pale arm to move from it's crossed state, and she reached it over to his hand, placing her own in his. She offered him a calm smile. "Well...if you really try," she said lowly, "I'm sure you can get my love in return, better than before," before she loved him, sure, but she was only kidding herself. How could she love someone that only wanted to hurt her? She second-guessed it later on in life.

"I understand, I'll try to help, but I can't always do stuff to try not to get you angry," Filles told him, that's what she used to do. "Look, the only reason I said stop was because I don't want to make a mistake, I don't want you to make a mistake..." she tried to get her point across, but she figured that she was failing quite miserably. She didn't want to push too hard, though...

[Braeden L'Amant]

When the anger came, it consumed him. Any little thing could set it off. He loved her, no doubt. So why was it so easy for him to let out all of his rage on her? Before he could make things better, he had to figure out the answer to this question. He needed to figure it out before he did something he’d forever regret.

“Of course I’ll try. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to make this work.” He pulled her down so that she was sitting on his lap. She had such a beautiful face and it pained him to know that it had once been laden with blood and bruises as a result of his rage. He couldn’t help but plant a kiss on her lips. She was giving him a second chane and he was extremely grateful. Braeden had to know what she thought of him when he was in a state of anger. “Why do you think I do this to you? Maybe you can help me understand because every time I ask myself that question I come up with nothing.”

Braeden listened to her speak and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at her last statement. “You didn’t want me to make a mistake? I don’t understand. What do you mean by that?” Despite letting his anger get the best of him a couple times, he had been on his best behavior most of the night.

[Filles Dé Roi]

"I'm glad..." she said, smiling almost meekly as he pulled her down. She sat down in his lap, and leaned back, resting against his muscular torso with a good dose of ease. Filles returned the kiss, and stroked a hand down his leg. If only he knew that it was hard for her to stop too, she was certainly enjoying herself, but the better instinct that she'd aquired told her to stop it. She just didn't want anything bad to happen...she didn't want to dive in head first, she wanted to take her time.

"I...well...I don't know," this subject was going to be hard, she had to bite deep into her bottom lip and filter through all of those feelings that she'd had when he abused her, gotten angry at her. "I just think that...maybe you have a bit of a temper problem, and even the more simpler things anger you. I'm not really sure..." she tensed in his embrace, even though he asked she expected a slap, or a tight grip on her.

"You don't know me as much anymore, I'm different, I'm not as good of a person, I don't want you to jump in too fast. I still have feelings for you, and I don't want you to be with someone who you don't love, I want the best for you, I'm just trash," she said, though it sounded crazy that she thought this, it was true. That was how she felt. She felt she was part of the problem. She thought that something was wrong with her.

[Braeden L'Amant]

Braeden growled, but he couldn’t be mad at her for the answer to his question, but she expected him to be. He could feel her tense and it saddened him. “I just wish I knew the way to fix my ‘temper problem’. It’s not just something I can turn off.” Now he was getting angry with himself and had to calm down. Maybe they have wizards that can help with this stuff. Braeden shivered at the thought of himself going to see a wizard for help. He exhaled slowly as he listened to her next statement, then turned and gave her an incredulous look.

“Love, what are you talking about? You’re not trash. If anyone is trash it’s definitely me.” He traced a finger down her cheek. “People change when they spend time apart, but there is nothing that you could do that would make you me think of you as trash.”

OoC: Brain fart...

[Filles Dé Roi]

ooc: sorry for the lateness. Been busy.

She couldn't help but tense, she was awaiting a good smack, a blow to the jaw, something. But only a low growl emitted from his throat, and she breathed out in relief. "Yes... I know what you mean, I'm sure it's hard, but we can try. I'll try and help you, it's the least I can do..." she said, a small smile on her face, trying to offer some hope. But did she have any hope?

At least some, she assured herself.

"You don't know, Braeden... I am..." she said, trying to mask the tears that filled up in her eyes. She quickly blinked them away, she already showed weakness to a stranger before, it didn't get her anywhere. She couldn't do it again. Especially now, to someone she actually cared about. "I did what everyone did to me! I was like my father! I abused, used, totally took advantage of people! I turned into the monster that I tried to take down before..." her voice became a whisper, and she inched away from him, hugging herself in a poor attempt for comfort.

"Why would you want someone like that?" she muttered to him, but almost to herself.