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Brynlee Madison

there are devilish thoughts even in the most angelic minds.

0 · 446 views · located in Rockford, Maine

a character in “a forbidden glance”, as played by The Littlest Mermaid

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Brynlee Madison

nicknames | Bryn
age | Twenty-Three
sexuality | Bisexual - No Preference
species | Siren
ability/talent | Seduction/Manipulation





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+ : {independent, spontaneous, charming, loyal, fun-loving} || - : {arrogant, predatory, blunt, domineering, manipulative}

Bryn is a very loyal person - to her family. They're the only never-changing presence in her life that doesn't require a siren song to stick around. She'd do anything for her mother and younger sister. To anyone outside of her family, however, she couldn't care less.

She only does things that will benefit herself, earning her the title of manipulative. When she was young her mother taught her that in order to get anything in life, whether it be good grades, a job, or a partner, all she had to do was open her mouth and sing. Needless to say she used the song to graduate top in her class, get every job she ever interviewed for, and have every man and woman she's wanted.

At school not everyone liked her and while she could have charmed everyone into being her friend, she left herself with some enemies. There's a blunt side of her that itched for rivalry. The ones she did sing into friendship probably would have done so willingly as she could get them anything they wanted as well.

She's very predatory and domineering inside and outside of the bedroom. She's no one's submissive. Her independent nature makes it very clear that she doesn't need anyone, she simply wants them.

Although she's extremely arrogrant, she's also very fun-loving. She enjoys kayaking, camping, hiking, swimming, and pretty much anything else outdoors. Her favorite activity, however, is probably going to music festivals. She thrives in the spontaneous atmosphere of alcohol, drugs, and the cover of the music to sing anyone into partying in her tent.


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- A Siren's powers only work on non-supernaturals. -
- When a human has heard a Siren's song, they are irrevocably seduces and under that siren's control until he or she releases them. They are able to be manipulated beyond just sex. Will do whatever they are told or made to do. -

Brynlee prefers the chase when she meets someone she wants. She'll do things the old fashion way at first, wear skin tight clothing, bite her lip, and "accidentally" graze her hand over the part of their body that she knows will turn them on. The only time she'll use her song to seduce someone is if that doesn't work or she isn't able to get close enough to physically entice them.

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LIKES | make up, sex, sleeping in, fuzzy blankets, the beach, bikinis, thunder storms, the ocean, music festivals, dogs, steak, light sauce on pizza, pepperoni, red lipstick, sex, alcohol, hiking, waterfalls, cuddles, grinding, drugs, the color gray, sex, rose gold anything, classical music, glow-in-the-dark paint, fireworks, driving with the windows down, sex, splashing puddles, rings, threesomes, tattoos

DISLIKES | alarm clocks, waking early, cats, extreme heat, sunburns, pineapple on pizza, colored hair, eyebrow piercings, tomatoes, rap music, ranch dressing, marinara sauce, other supernaturals, heights, snow, witches, school - particularly math, white chocolate, sweatpants, raisins

STRENGTHS | manipulation, gaining the trust of others, reading people

WEAKNESSES | perfectionist, lying, can't take criticism, blending in

FEARS | that no one will love her if she doesn't sing

SECRETS | wants to find real love, is actually really good at writing, never had a boyfriend but has had 30+ sexual partners

QUIRKS | unhealthy obsession with cookie dough, is obsessed with instagram, always has a book on her, bites lip when nervous

TATTOOS & PIERCINGS | left rib & arm tattoo || right chest tattoo || double nose piercing



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Patrick Harper
Brynlee's father isn't in the picture and hasn't been since she was five. She believes he's the reason she only has fuck buddies and never has a boyfriend. She believes he's the reason she doesn't see herself getting married. She believes he's the reason their family fell apart. It's been eighteen years since she heard from him and doesn't care enough to try and track him down.
I guess you could say she has daddy issues.


Shelby Madison
The most laid back mother a kid could ever have. Won't be home until tomorrow morning? No problem. Want to have a guy over for the seventh time this week? Sure! Each guy you've had over that week has been someone new? Fuck whoever you want. She's encouraged her children their entire lives to use their song as their weapon. It can be deadly if you want it to be, you have the ability to make anyone do anything, but your own pleasure should come first. As soon as Patrick left, Shelby had men and women over almost every night and was very open about their sexual relationships, even when Ashley and Bryn were very young. You could say the apples don't fall far from the tree.

Ashley Madison
Brynlee's eighteen-year-old sister. Definitely kinder than Bryn in the sense that she at least makes sure her partners don't have significant others before she sleeps with them however
that's about the only difference between the two.


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Patrick Harper had no idea who Shelby Madison really was when they met in college. Shelby was the girl all the guys wanted and for some reason he never understood, she chose him. They were married within two years and had Bryn not long after. That's when things started to get weird for Patrick. If ever he wanted a promotion at work, he somehow got it. Any time Brynlee got in trouble in day care, after a meeting with Shelby it was as if it had never happened. For five years he ignored it, telling himself that he had to be making it up. However, by the time their second child, Ashley, was born it had become too much. There were constantly men hanging all over Shelby: at work and anytime they'd go out. She began coming home later and later, leaving him to take care of both children. She became secretive about phone calls and text messages. Then one day, he came home early from a business trip and walked in on a terrible sight. Shelby was in their bed with four other men and she had her mouth open, a beautiful tune escaping it. His coming home had surprised her, though, and the song stopped immediately. When he had demanded an explanation, she said that she was a siren and it was in her nature to use her powers for pleasure. That she couldn't help it. That he would have to get used to it. And, worst of all, that it had been going on all five years they had been married.

Thinking of the girls, he had given her an ultimatum, it was him or her lifestyle. She had chosen the latter, once again claiming that it was in her nature so it wasn't really a choice. The next morning he had gone. After he left, Shelby went back to using her maiden name, Madison, and moved the girls back to the town where her family was, Rockford, Maine. They were welcomed back in open arms as her parents had always hoped they would return and that one day Brynlee would be ready to help run the Dynasty. You see, the Madisons are a family of sirens that date back to the late 1700s and have always inhabited the area of Rockford, Maine.

That's where Brynlee has grown up, learned her power, and made her conquests and that's where she's expected to stay to carry on the family name for the rest of her life.





user: mermaid | faceclaim: Gabriella Wilde | hex: #DC5BA9

So begins...

Brynlee Madison's Story

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Nora’s fiery red ponytail swung back and forth rhythmically as she set a steady pace for her nightly jog. It was something she always made time for as the feeling of moonlight, and a cold breeze on her shoulders could not be beat. Her headphones were fit snuggly into her ears, as she played her father’s old rock albums through her phone to keep her pace up as she jogged. Nora had created her own little path in the woods that she had become quite fond of as a jogging trail. At this particular time of night, nobody was out jogging, and if they were it was to dark for them to see to be directly in the woods. (Which wasn’t a huge problem for her).

She skidded to a halt, running slightly into a large rock that jutted out from the trail, suddenly as her phone buzzed in the pocket of her leggings. She fished it out, a little annoyed that her jog had been rudely disturbed. She accepted the call, the harsh light of her phone making it too bright to make out who the caller was. ”Hello?”
Nora’s tone came off a little perturbed. ”Nora?” It was Charlie, her little sister, the small innocent little voice instantly brought a smile to her face. ”Hey Char, what are you doing up so late huh?” Her sister giggled on the other line, ”I just had to make sure you didn’t forget that you promised to help me train tomorrow!” Nora had promised her younger sister she’d teach her how to use her claws as a self defense mechanism. ”Charlie I could never forget that, ok? But you need to get some sleep to be ready for tomorrow” Her sister groaned in sadness, ”Okay, I guess. I love you”. Nora smiled, ”I love you too” before she ended the call.

She hadn’t even noticed that her arm, near her shoulder had brushed agains the rock, cutting into the skin. She frowned as she touched the cut her finger coming back smeared with a little blood. ”Damnit”, she muttered softly and she tried to put pressure on the cut with her arm. It would heal on its own, but not for another couple minutes. With a sigh, she picked back up her pace on to the trail, this time going a little quicker. Now, more than anything she just wanted to get home and take a shower.


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alistair bishop
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The thumping bass of the music was like fire to his veins as Alistair sipped cooly on one of his favorites, a Negroni. It’s where he spent the majority of his Friday nights, at Xan, the local club where the young and restless came to release themselves from the rather mundane town of Rockford. As he sat casually at the bar, his steely blue eyes surveyed the dance for looking for his source of entertainment for the night. Mortals were so easy to convince and convey, and he found especially that they found him rather intoxicating. The corner of his mouth tugged up slightly in a smirk at the thought of it. His father had never approved of his so called ‘cat and mouse’ game with mortals, but Alistair couldn’t give a damn about what his father had to say.

That night, he had drawn a rather elegant rose tattoo on his arm. He ran a careful finger over the pattern slightly, before taking another drink. Tensions about the bishop household had been rather high at the moment, with his father riding his back about taking the family name and his younger brother starting shit like always. He sighed, running a hand through his hair pinching the bridge of his nose. Sometimes he wished that mortal drugs and alcohol had the same effect on him that they did for normal humans. Unfortunately all he got was a little spark compared to their high.

He finished his drink and signaled the bartender for another, he knew he was going to need someone quite special to entertain him tonight. The flurry of men and woman that had came his way lately were rather dull and repetitive, he was becoming easily bored of it all. He hoped slightly, that tonight fate had something good, no wicked in store for him.

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Dallas McPherson
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It was Dallas' favorite time of night. His family were all out doing something else: father and mother had gone out on a weekend long hunt leaving him in charge of the twins, who were probably back in the city right now rampaging on some unsuspecting humans, and his youngest (and self admitted favorite) Brooks, who had decided to join him tonight.

Looking at his watch, he saw it was just past midnight, when the larger animals come out to play. His favorite to hunt. They put up a challenge that was, to him, even more thrilling than a human. His vision was quite good in the dark, not exactly night vision, but good enough that he was able to hunt without tripping over roots and scaring off his prey. Through the bushes in the clearing just up ahead, he spotted movement. Dallas put his arm out in front of Brooks, motioning for him to stop.

"So, what do we do first? Dallas asked his brother. He had been teaching him the tricks to hunting animals and how to get the bigger ones, as they tasted better. All of his family lived off human blood, so all of their eyes were a deep red while his were gold because he chose to survive off animals. Brooks was the only one, besides their mother, who tried to understand. And he was the only one who had humored him enough to go out on a hunt with him and actually participate.

"We stay quiet, and wait until it move again." Brooks replied in a whisper.

Nodding, Dallas continued, "And then what." He had his eyes fixed on the bushes, keeping an eye out in case Brooks missed something.

The younger boy's head straightened to attention and his eyes darted as he tried to see between the leaves of the bush the animal was in. "Once we know where it is, we-" And he was gone before he finished his sentence. All that was left was a strong gust of wind that touseled Dallas' hair and rustled the leaves of the nearby trees and grass.

Rolling his eyes, Dallas chuckled before standing up and heading over where he could smell the traces of blood. When he reached the other side of the bush, his brother had his teeth sank into the neck of a coyote and there was a warm, red liquid leaking out of either side of his mouth. Stomach growling, Dallas licked his lips and turned to see where the pack was, because they couldn't be far behind. "Good job, bud." He encouraged, messing up Brooks' hair while he drained the coyote. "I think that's all for tonight. I'll meet you back at the house. Head back when you're done. Don't forget to clean up! No blood in the house!" He called out as he disappeared further into the trees.

It had been almost 24 hours since he'd eaten and he was starving. He had spent all the previous day fighting with the twins about their planned rampage for the evening, telling them that it wasn't right to go around killing innocents. They had simply rolled their eyes and left. There wasn't much point in arguing with them. He may have been older and in good shape, but they were still larger than him.

As he made a left around a rock, his ear twitched. There was a voice nearing him. A girl's voice. Panic began to rise at him and he hoped that Brooks had already finished the coyote and was back home. Dallas may be able to control himself, but the same cannot be said for a growing vampire boy who's on a feed high.

"I love you too. Was all he heard. Wait, no. Then the voice said, "Damn it."

Dallas' nose began to involuntary twitch and he felt his fangs pushing against his gums, begging to be let out, as the scent of blood reached his nose. It was a savory smell that was oddly enough tainted with something foul. He hardly noticed through his hunger though, and it took him clenching and unclenching his fists several times to get his body to calm down. As easily as it would have been to run from the temptation, Dallas couldn't shake the fear that Brooks was still out here someone and could hurt an innocent that he had the opportunity to return to safety. This was far off the paved track the civilians should be using.

The girl had begun jogging again so Dallas matched her pace within the treeline beside the unmarked path she was running, staying just out of sight. There was a fork in the path up ahead, one way led deeper into the woods and the other led back to the trail, where she should be. He sprinted ahead of her and stepped out into the moonlight, waiting for her to reach him. When she was back within view and was now jogging towards him, he leaned methodically up against the rock behind him, arms crossed.

Dallas waited until she was within earshot, then spoke, "A little deeper into the woods than allowed, aren't we?" He couldn't help when his eyes lingered to the smear of blood that was now dried over skin where a cut no longer existed. His eyebrows raised.






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Brynlee Madison
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Brynlee walked into Xan out of the cold, night air flanked by two of her 'friends', or rather, people she had used her influence on. She didn't exactly have friends. She was a lot later arriving than she had wanted to be, but the party never really started until she walked in, so it didn't matter much. Did it? The moment she walked in, a martini was placed in her hand by the hot bartender, whom she'd generously paid in favors that were much better than money many times before. "Thank you, Eric." She purred, running a finger down his chest before taking a sip of her drink and walking further into the club.

Her eyes scanned the room, looking for someone new to catch her interest. Someone she wouldn't have to sing to get, that she could have all by herself. After all, that was the satisfying part. The knowledge that someone picked her solely because it's who she is, not because of a trance she put over them.

A man by the bar on her right hand side was letting himself look her freely up and down. She popped out her hip and dipped her chest a bit so he could get a better look before popping the olive from her drink in her mouth and rolling it around on her tongue sensually. He looked as though he were going to burst. Too eager, she thought, changing her mind. When she saw him hop out of his seat to come speak to her, she held out of finger and rocked it back and forth, telling him no. Leaving him with a wink, Bryn turned on her 4-inch heels and walked deeper into the club.

Everyone she laid eyes on was too similar to others. Perhaps she had been shopping here for too long. Maybe she'd need to find another hunting ground. As she downed the rest of her martini, no sooner had the glass in her hand been emptied than a full one was being held out for her to take. She did so willingly, prodding the olive with her tongue seductively as she made eyes at Eric, the bartender from before.

"Can we go dance?" A voice said behind her. Brynlee had completely forgotten her mostly silent minions were still following her.

Waving a hand at them, Brynlee nodded, "Yes, go ahead." After one last look around at the bars and finishing off her second drink within ten minutes, she decided that dancing sounded like a great idea. She hadn't laid eyes on anyone interesting out here yet; except perhaps... Her eyes found the man who had been too eager before. He was still watching her lazily, but she wasn't looking for him. Yes, the white-blonde boy beside him. He looked new. He looked interesting. Perhaps he would be her play thing for the night.

The dancefloor was easily within his view, so she grabbed the girls she'd shown up with and told them where she wanted to dance. Directly in his line of sight. She swayed to the rhythm of the new age pop that was playing and it wasn't long before someone came up behind her. She moved against him, feeling him harden, but all the while her eyes where fixed on the mysterious boy. She bit her bottom lip as the man behind her ran his hand down her thigh and around the inside of it, massaging her leg. With one of her free hands, she draped it back around the man's neck and used his weight to pull herself even closer to him. Still, her eyes didn't leave the boy.

In her experience, this was an extreme fucking turn on. Even for her. As she continued to move against whoever was behind her, her eyes never left the boy at the bar.

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Nora continued to jog, by now her headphones were back in and she wasn't too focused on what was going on outside of her little bubble. So when a random stranger appeared in the middle of her path she nearly had run directly into him. He took her completely by surprise, no one ever jogged this path so late at night. She skidded to a halt about five feet from the man removing one of her headphones. She realized that she hadn't noticed him because he smelled different than any human she had ever met, almost sickeningly sweet. Her claws itched to come out of her fingertips, as she took a cautious step backwards away from him.

"A little deeper into the woods than allowed, aren't we?"
Alarm bells were going off in her head, and it felt like her wolf was begging to be let out, something wasn't right about him. She raised an eyebrow trying to steady her breathing after all she had been on a jog, "I could ask you the same question". What was he doing out here so late as well? "I didn't think anyone owned this trail" She took a careful step forward, "If you could just let me through, I can be on my way and out of your hair". At the moment she felt like any logical solution to this was just getting the hell out of here, but the man was blocking her path. The mixed amount of nervousness and worry, made her clench her fists slightly, she could feel the tips of her claws poking into her palm as they tried to come out. Nora tried to slow down, and focus her breathing, she couldn't lose control of herself. If he was human, but why wouldn't he be? She couldn't risk revealing herself to any human, she'd already learned her lesson from an incident in the past.


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alistair bishop
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Alistair had begun to give up hope for the night as his eyes rather lazily scanned the bar. A few newbies, and a bunch of the same. He sighed, sipping carefully from his drink, ready to get up and leave when his eyes caught someone he had never seen before. His eyes scanned her up and down as he soaked in the blonde, she was beautiful, alluring, and he knew instantly that she was the one for the night. He watched her eyes scan the bar until they landed directly on him, he held her gaze intently, a slight smirk appearing on his face.

However, he wasn’t prepared for what she did next. Most girls he targeted became shy, flirty, and were almost always submissive. This girl, seemed different. He watched her saunter to the dance floor, her body moving rather hypnotically, her eyes still trained on him. He wasn’t surprised when a man moved in to dance behind her, she was the most beautiful girl out on the floor. He leaned back against the bar, and sipped casually on his drink, a lazy smirk on his face, as he watched the show she put on before him. She knew exactly what she was doing, the way she held eye contact with him, the way she moved her hips rather deliciously. She was toying with him.

Alistair was the one used to watching the girls crawl towards him but never had the tables turned on him. Normally he would find a situation like this annoying, but something about her made him excited. After a while of watching her dance, he was getting annoyed at her teasing. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and he knew she was waiting for him to cave in. Normally he would’ve poked and prodded, but he was itching to be the man dancing with her instead of the one waiting for her.

He pushed off from the bar, everything he did was with such casual grace. Even though he would give into her tantalizing game he wasn’t going to act a fool. He approached the two, and muttered under his breath slightly, a simple spell, confusion. The man blinked slowly, before pulling away from her as he suddenly realized he had left car door unlocked, and hurried out the door. Alistair smirked as he approached the girl, reaching out to tuck a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, his hand lingering on her neck for a moment. His eyes lazily followed his hand as he moved it from her down to rest on her waist. He flicked his gaze back up to hers and rather smoothly in a moment, spun her so that her back was now to him and he found himself in the same position as the man. He dipped his head to whisper in her ear, ”You have to be careful about moving your body like that in here-“
his lips brushed against her neck ever so lightly, ”it’s going to get you in trouble.

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The girl had stopped abruptly in front of him and she was breathing hard. Dallas hadn't meant to frighten her much, he'd assumed she would be paying attention and would have seen him several meters back. Her mind had obviously been fixed elsewhere until she was right upon him. She replied breathily, "I could ask you the same question. I didn't think anyone owned this trail."

Dallas' eyebrow raised slightly at the last half of her comment, she had a bit of an attitude on her. Although, he reckoned she deserved one as it was after midnight and he had come out of no where, frightening her. A gust of wind hit them, rustling the trees and his hair, and he got a whiff of the stranger in front of him. He straightened up, pushing himself off the rock he had been resting against. There was something about this girl that wasn't completely...human. He couldn't help but crinkle his nose up slightly at the smell. It reminded him of wet dog. Eyes widening slightly, thoughts flickered through his mind. There were stories of...but no, there was no way.

She spoke again, "If you could just let me through, I can be on my way and out of your hair.". She had taken a step closer to him and he noticed that her hands were clenched and trembling.

"I didn't mean to frighten you, only to ask you to run on the designated trail. There are - uh, animals - within the forest this late at night." His eyes betrayed him by glancing deeper into the trees where he was hoping Brooks had listened to him and was at home.






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Brynlee Madison
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Brynlee was enjoying the way the man behind her felt even if she was craving it to be someone else. Her eyes hadn't left the white-blonde haired boy who was watching her, smirking and sipping his drink. He was clearly enjoying the show almost as much as she was.

It didn't take too long of her tantalizing to get him out of his seat. As he made his way towards her, she leaned farther back into the man behind her, continuing to tease the boy who was almost in front of her. His lips moved quickly, muttering inaudible words, and Bryn caught herself from stumbling backwards as the weight behind her shifted. A smirk turned a corner of her mouth upwards, her plan had worked.

He tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear and she bit her bottom lip at the contact. Her eyes were still on his and she had raised an eyebrow in challenge as he lazily let his hand fall down her body, landing on her waist. Bryn was about to move up against him, to press her chest to his, when in one rather graceful movement he spun her around, pressing himself to her.

The song had changed and she had picked up on the beat quickly, swiveling her hips deeply against him. She had been in the process of running her hands down his thighs when suddenly the boy's lips were at her ear whispering, ”You have to be careful about moving your body like that in here-“ His lips brushed her neck sensually and she leaned her head to the side, allowing him easier access. "it's going to get you in trouble."

His touch and words had sent shivers up her spine. She laced her arm around his neck, tangled her fingers in his hair, and leaned back against him, pulling his head down just enough so her lips were at his ear. "Maybe trouble -" Bryn took his earlobe in her mouth and dragged her teeth down along it teasingly, "- is exactly where I want to be."

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”Look, I appreciate your need to help a ‘damsel in distress’ but I’m more than capable of fending off a raccoon”

Dallas was almost wishing he'd never even bothered to warn her because he'd gotten cheek from her twice now. He could tell she was getting irritate and when she took a step forward, the smell made him take an instinctual step backwards. She had already glanced his face in the moonlight, though, and the way she bristled, he assumed she'd seen his eyes.

”I- I’m just going to go back the way I came. Thanks for the warning.” As she walked away from him quickly, he sighed. At least she wasn't going further into the woods.

As he slumped back against the rock behind him, he let out an obligatory breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.

"Who was that?" A voice from the shadows started Dallas, making him jump.

"BROOKS." He roared, spinning towards the trees, the rage palpable. "I told you to go home!" Started off towards the trees, he reached where his brother was hiding and grabbed his collar. Then he started dragging him back in the direction of the house.

Brooks jerked himself out of his older brother's grasp and straightened his shirt. "She was pretty. Why did you lead her away from the woods? I bet she would have been tasty." He licked his lips and glanced back in the direction that they had left.

Smacking the back of Brooks' head, Dallas scoffed, "You must have me mistaken for a different brother." Rolling his eyes, the face of the girl he'd just encountered flashed back into his braing. She had been rather pretty.






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Brynlee Madison
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His groan was like music to her ears and she instinctually squeezed her legs together, feeling her own heat that increased further when he sucked on a sensitive spot of skin. Bryn pushed herself back against him and rolled her head to the side, exposing her skin to him, and moaned. "Well if trouble's what you're looking for, you’ve found it sweetheart.”

This was so thrilling and sensual. The boy could hold his own against her and that was something Brynlee wasn't used to but that she was enjoying immensely. She was ready to get him alone and away from the other eyes that had been scanning him on the dance floor. She spun in his arms and set one hand on his chest, playing with the top of his t-shirt and letting her fingers graze his bare skin, while the other twitsted into his hair once more. Pushing her hips forward, she rocked side to side so that he was being massaged. Brynlee raised an eyebrow as she watched his reaction to this as she spoke, "Did you want to get out of he-" She broke off as her eyes landed on a younger boy whose unusual hair color matched the one in front of her.

The boy was walking towards them and had caught Bryn's eye. She slowed her movement against the man in front of her and cocked an eyebrow questioningly at the figure that was growing closer to them.