[ How is he so wonderful and accommodating? She'll have to ponder it later, first she bites down hard just above his collarbone and groans loudly as she drinks, pressing into his touch. Everything is heightened like this, it could be very addictive if she doesn't watch herself. ]
[Doctor whimpers, the feeling of her biting down amplified by how worked up he already is. He rubs his thumbs over her skin, hoping to hear more lovely sounds from her.
Is he lightheaded from the drinking, or from how much she's teased him? Yes.]
[ Forcing her fangs to withdrawal quickly is less a factor of fretting about hypoxia and more about wanting to get back to that teasing, though she's not about to waste his blood. She makes a series of keening sounds as she licks up the trickles, lower and louder than she typically gets. She's not human, after all, and never is it more clear than moments like this. ]
[ And she shivers at his touch, because she's eager for it and because it's his touch specifically, and because she's not all monster. ]
[ One last, satisfied sound as his blood has sadly stopped flowing, so she pulls back to lock her red-glowing eyes with his. She was made to be pleasing to the eye, but when she's hunting (in whatever sense) is when she truly shines. ]
Hmm~? [ She doesn't wait long for an answer, leaning in to kiss him again with her blood tinged lips. ]
[ Chuckling against his mouth at his adorable insistence, she steps backwards off his lap and tugs off the rest of her clothes, gives them a swatting kick as if they were some buzzing pest. ]
[ Then she stretches languidly, arms unfurling overhead, watching him with her glowing predator's eyes. Shyness is not a quality she possesses most of the time, and when she's like this even less so. ]
[ This is where she'd usually give him a push onto his back, but with the wings that's not happening -- and she wouldn't be able to pet them if so, which she proceeds to do as she slides back onto the bed beside him. She tugs on his shoulder so he'll follow as she reclines onto the bed, liking the idea of stretching out with his wings looming over. ]
[He's more than happy to oblige, propping himself up on his elbows and spreading his wings out over her as he peppers her neck and chest with small kisses.
She's lovely. He has the best view, though she probably would argue with him for that.]
[ Her eyes flash brighter and she audibly gasps when his wings snap out, both her hands reaching over his shoulders to stoke along the skeletal tops and following them to where they meet his back again, both sides this time, since it seems so sensitive. ]
[ She grins, clearly having had at least some idea. Why else would she have gone straight for it? And she's not about to let up either, not with those reactions and now that they don't have to fret about his legs giving way. ]
I'm just full of brilliant ideas. [ Both hands curl around the underside of where his wings sprout from his back and drag up along that sensitive skin, excruciatingly slow. ]
[More trembling, and his pants are uncomfortably tight at this point. He lifts himself up just enough to try to get them off, because they're definitely in the way.]
[ Now there's a pretty sound, and sight to match. She shifts onto her elbows so she can lift her head just enough to favor him with a very heated glance. ]
Do hurry back, or I'll have to get started without you. [ This could perhaps be an appealing offer, but just now her mood would require it to be bordering on torment. ]
[That would certainly be a sight to witness in other circumstances, and perhaps he'll consider it later, in private and at length. At the moment, he nearly tears his pants in his effort to get them off him as fast as possible, before pressing himself close to her again.]
[ Seems, by the hurry he's in, that he's properly inspired without resorting to any further teasing. (But she still will, given half a chance.) ]
So I see. [ As soon as he's within reach her arms drape over his shoulders to tug him close, kissing him if he has breath and patience for it, her legs curling around his hips. ] Don't keep me waiting. [ She presses up against him, dearly hoping he's past all pretense of being overly gentlemanly. ]
[Definitely, definitely past that. He still slides into her gradually enough to make sure it doesn't hurt, but it's not as slow and careful as he would normally be.]
Aliza...
[He holds her close, and starts to rock his hips shallowly.]
[ She gasps at the contact and cants her hips upwards, eager and impatient, both hands clutching at his back in ways that will hopefully be encouraging. ]
Don't hold yourself back. I'm not so fragile. [ Sweet and gentle isn't so much what she's after. ]
[ She'd have chuckled if she had time, but after he moves the noise she makes is anything but controlled and subtle. If not for soundproofing, they could probably hear her out on the street. ]
[ Her nails scraps down his back, grazing the sprouting point of his wings again, only half intentionally. ]
[Doctor groans something that sounds like the start of her name, his wings flapping reflexively at the touch. He keeps at that rhythm, his fingertips digging lightly into her hips as he moves.]
[ Feeling herself near to snapping, she clings close to him, face pressing into the crook of his neck to muffle her sharp cries. She mouths at the bitemarks she left on him, too clumsy to be called kisses, in an attempt to keep herself from biting down again. Her hands dance across his wings, wherever she can reach, fumbling and desperate. ]
[ Later, she'll have a warm appreciation that this was as intense for both of them rather than some favor he was doing her -- just now there's no such coherent thoughts in her mind. ]
[Coherent thoughts are, frankly, overrated. Doctor would struggle to put a sentence together at the moment himself. His wings shudder with every touch, his pace turning messy and uncoordinated as he can't manage the focus to keep in rhythm.]
[ Everything about this is perfect, but it's his speaking her name that finally gets her; she's embarrassingly susceptible to things like that (just Queen stuff it's fine). ]
[ Fortunately his weight is holding her down, so when her control snaps it's done without any risk of injuries -- her hands leave his wings to press flat against his back, mindful of her fingernails, and she curls against him and all-over shudders -- arms, legs, inside herself. ]
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[He wouldn't torment her by denying her when she's like this. That'd be beyond teasing and into just being mean.]
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Is he lightheaded from the drinking, or from how much she's teased him? Yes.]
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[ And she shivers at his touch, because she's eager for it and because it's his touch specifically, and because she's not all monster. ]
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Aliza... [He squeezes gently, his breath hitching as she licks up the last drops of blood from his neck.]
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Hmm~? [ She doesn't wait long for an answer, leaning in to kiss him again with her blood tinged lips. ]
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His hands trail lower, tugging lightly at her skirt. Be more naked, please.]
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[ Then she stretches languidly, arms unfurling overhead, watching him with her glowing predator's eyes. Shyness is not a quality she possesses most of the time, and when she's like this even less so. ]
[ This is where she'd usually give him a push onto his back, but with the wings that's not happening -- and she wouldn't be able to pet them if so, which she proceeds to do as she slides back onto the bed beside him. She tugs on his shoulder so he'll follow as she reclines onto the bed, liking the idea of stretching out with his wings looming over. ]
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She's lovely. He has the best view, though she probably would argue with him for that.]
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[He's not quiet, shuddering and moaning as she strokes his sensitive skin. His arousal is more than obvious, and his wings tremble under her touch.]
I-I had no idea wings would feel like that.
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I'm just full of brilliant ideas. [ Both hands curl around the underside of where his wings sprout from his back and drag up along that sensitive skin, excruciatingly slow. ]
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[More trembling, and his pants are uncomfortably tight at this point. He lifts himself up just enough to try to get them off, because they're definitely in the way.]
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Do hurry back, or I'll have to get started without you. [ This could perhaps be an appealing offer, but just now her mood would require it to be bordering on torment. ]
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No need for that.
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So I see. [ As soon as he's within reach her arms drape over his shoulders to tug him close, kissing him if he has breath and patience for it, her legs curling around his hips. ] Don't keep me waiting. [ She presses up against him, dearly hoping he's past all pretense of being overly gentlemanly. ]
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Aliza...
[He holds her close, and starts to rock his hips shallowly.]
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Don't hold yourself back. I'm not so fragile. [ Sweet and gentle isn't so much what she's after. ]
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[He pulls back a fraction, only to thrust back in, hard and fast.]
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[ Her nails scraps down his back, grazing the sprouting point of his wings again, only half intentionally. ]
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[ Later, she'll have a warm appreciation that this was as intense for both of them rather than some favor he was doing her -- just now there's no such coherent thoughts in her mind. ]
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Aliza, Aliza, Aliza...
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[ Fortunately his weight is holding her down, so when her control snaps it's done without any risk of injuries -- her hands leave his wings to press flat against his back, mindful of her fingernails, and she curls against him and all-over shudders -- arms, legs, inside herself. ]