Mm. Good. [ All of it is exactly what she hoped for, from his reverent expression to his touch that stops when she wordlessly commands, to his words in which he expresses the same desires that are within her heart. And asking for some pain doesn't hurt, either. Her smile once more shows off her fangs. ]
[ She's not sure the poor man will sustain himself through more words unless she gives him some of what he's after, so she removes her hands from his hair to tug down the zipper of her jacket, which she then shrugs off, letting it flutter to the floor where it hopefully won't require another thought until after they're both well satisfied. Beneath it she wears a black and red paneled corset, black lace on both bindings, red ribbons woven throughout. She assumes that he knows what he's doing with one of these; the back lacing needs to be undone for it to come off. ]
Unlace this while I address the fine print, will you? And then my skirt can join the jacket. [ Beneath her skirt is black lace which covers substantially less skin than the corset, and is much easier to remove. At this point he could tear her underthings from her body and she'd only laugh with delight, but she'd prefer her corset be intact, these are hard to properly fit. ]
Offering this intimacy is considered a great gift among my kind, a gesture of respect and favor. It does come with... requests. Anyone who wishes for all of what I offer, asks that I devote myself to them, I ask for their devotion in turn. Not exclusively, of course, but agreement means my wishes will be given their due.
[ As she speaks, her hands find their way back through his hair, her fingertips once again teasing the nape of his neck. And she bends toward to kiss beneath his jaw and down his neck, slowly. ]
I take such very good care of those who have my favor. I'll grant your every wish if it's within my power. Nothing would be out of the question. You'd have my attention and affection, be among my highest priorities. [Along with those here to whom she has devoted her life beyond this place, which is a different matter entirely. ]
This is traditionally sealed in a way I no longer practice, but accepting my bite will suffice. [ She noses at his neck, requesting confirmation before she'll take his blood. Her feeding isn't reserved only for her favored ones, but like in all things, they take priority. ] After your assent or otherwise, you have my leave to touch as you like. [ She's not going to just leave if he declines, of course. She still would leave here with both of them smiling and satisfied. ]
[ She bares her fangs against his neck, pressing too lightly to draw blood. So? ]
[Patience was never his strong suit but he’s trying his best to remain as patient as possible at her behest. While Saya isn’t the first vampire he has ever seen, she is the first vampire he ever got the chance to meet intimately. That’s why he can’t help but stare at those pearly-white fangs. They look so sharp, so threatening, and yet so dainty. The vampire he knew was a fellow arkana who used to gaze upon him with so much disgust. Saya, on the other hand, gazes at him with so much love and understanding. She possesses a kind soul under all that beauty and might. That much he can tell plainly as he leans up to meet her lips. He wants to taste her, to lick her fangs clean but he stops himself.
Instead, he waits as his mistress slowly disrobes. The second she shrugs off her jacket, Rosen’s hands are upon her back. He remembers the moment she sprouted wings out of nowhere during their battle. It was a shocking revelation, one that brought him so much excitement. He gently caresses her back with his battle scarred hands, his fingers tracing over her bony shoulder blades where her wings would be. Will she sprout wings again if he tickles her here? He doubts it but a part of him can’t help but wonder.
His hands travel south as she speaks, idly toying with the red ribbon of her corset. He knows quite well how to untie one of these. After all, he had plenty of fun in his youth in between all the battles and conquests. While his origins were less than idle, Rosen made the best of it during his heydays. He tugs at the ribbons lightly, his eyes lighting up with mirth as he stares back at Saya.]
Yes, mistress.
[He teases while getting right to work at unlacing her corset. For all his impatience and unbridle energy, Rosen is quite careful as he unlaces those silky ribbons. He doesn’t want to ruin her clothes even though he plans on chucking it somewhere on the floor. Rosen knows that would displease her and the last thing he wants to do right now is displease his mistress. That’s why he’s so cautious with those dexterously strong fingers. It’s a bit of a struggle for him to listen to her as he wraps her like a gift.]
Then I am truly honoured to be blessed with such a gift– [The poor man nearly forgets what he was about to say once Saya starts carding her fingers through his hair again. It’s been awhile since anyone has been intimate with him, especially like this. Just the feeling of her long slender fingers carding through his unruly white mane makes him shiver in anticipation. Those silky white strands glimmer with a hint of silver in the dim light wordlessly telling his age. Rosen has always been a bit on the pale side, even in his youth. His hair was always white like freshly laid snow. That is no different now.]
You have my undying loyalty, Saya. Though, I mean to prove this with my actions and not just my words.
[Judging from his playful chuckle, he plans on doing just that. However, before he can act—Saya presses those dainty fangs against his neck. He tenses for a moment before offering more of his neck towards her. While others would be undoubtedly afraid to take the plunge, he isn’t. A smile curls onto his lips as he gives his consent. He isn’t scared to get bitten. Not at all. If anything, he seems to welcome those pretty little fangs instead.]
So, what are you waiting for, woman? Go right ahead.
[ The playful reverence of his touch is electric, and she shivers beneath his hands. Though she naturally takes the lead in these situations, she doesn't pretend to be stonehearted. Saya's a sensual creature, touching and being touched are equally desirable. Particularly when her partner is receptive and cooperative and saying just the right things to make the world shrink down just this one moment, the two of them together. ]
[ She rolls her shoulders slowly when he touches the sharp turn of her shoulder blades, wordlessly encouraging. And when he starts tugging at the lacing on her corset, she breathes a sigh against his neck that has the feeling of a stretch in the sun. ]
[ She might have said something then, some small words of acceptance or affection, both of which he well deserves. But there is a better way to show him, since as he said, he is a man of actions. So she draws her fangs away from his neck only to get some more force behind her bite as her fangs burst down into his neck. She can bite painlessly, though in this instance she certainly doesn't. She aims for the sting of her fangs to be echoing inside his head for a very long time. ]
[ Immortal blood is rich, sweet -- addictive. Saya sips at it, swirls it down her throat, her pulse and breathing suddenly rapid. One of her hands cups the back of Rosen's neck to keep him close, the other slides out of his long hair and down his chest, suddenly regretting not having him remove his clothes first. Drinking blood, especially in this scenario, with his words of devotion still hanging in the air, is charged in a way she could never explain. Perhaps her breathless moan will suffice for an explanation, and if not then her entire body lurches against him, her hips pressing hard against his, and that should make things quite clear. ]
[ After a long drink, she retracts her fangs and laved her tongue over the punctures, lapping up the drizzle of his blood. ]
[The sensual nature of her bite catches him off guard since he half-expected her to tear into his flesh like a ravenous beast. While the prick of her fangs indeed hurt, they felt oddly pleasant at the same time. He goes completely still as Saya bites into him, rigid like a board. It takes a moment for the burning sensation to subside but once it does, Rosen goes pliant with bliss. This is a strange sensation, something akin to euphoria. His mind goes completely blank as he feels his blood being slowly drained by those petal soft lips. It’s enough to wrench a moan out of him as he fully wraps his arms around his new goddess. She feels so small and fragile against him. He’s careful not to squeeze her too hard in fear of disturbing her well-deserved meal.
Rosen encouragingly strokes her back once his mind slowly wakes up from its drunken stupor. He feels intoxicated, almost as if he drank too much ale. It’s a familiar feeling but still quite bizarre. If Rosen wasn’t already raptured in lust, he would’ve been quite concerned. A blissful sigh escapes his lips once he feels her fingers carding through his hair. He likes that, he likes that a lot. Every little touch seems to light his body ablaze as finally disrobes his queen from her offending garments. Clothes do Saya very little justice she’s a creature of remarkable beauty. He slides his hands down the curve of her back, still coaxing her to drink her fill.
It’s not like he risks dying or anything. An immortal like him can lose a pint of blood with no fear. He doesn’t even care if she accidentally spills a droplet or two on his clothes. It’s not like he can’t afford dry cleaning. The only thing Rosen cares about is the gorgeous woman on his lap who’s driving halfway out of his mind.
He growls at Saya as he grinds against her. Yes, he’s hard. Remarkably so. It seems someone is quite affected by her bite. It should come as no surprise that a little bit of bloodplay doesn’t bother him.]
C’mere.
[Rosen whispers before leaning forward to claim her blood covered lips. She can rogue herself with his blood any time she wants but right now, he yearns to kiss her. He's not the least bit shy about tasting his blood on her tongue. On the contrary, this turns him on even further.]
[ Absolutely nothing activates her quite like someone who's turned on by her bite. Saya doesn't leave a drop of his blood to land on his clothes, she makes quite sure that her tongue does its work. His blood is precious to her, now, and it's not to be wasted. When she pulls back to look at him, her red-glowing eyes match the deep scarlet of her blood-tinged mouth. She smiles for him as he divests her of her clothes, very much enjoying the way he's looking at her. Anticipating his kiss and touch. ]
Gladly. [ When her lips meet his they're already parted, open and eager for him. Her kiss is like a revving engine, all of her passion and desire pouring out of her. If he wants to lick her fangs clean now, he's welcome to it. She meets his desperation inch for inch, not caring to hide the state that his words and blood and reaction to her bite have left her in. ]
[ After a long, intense moment she pulls back just a hint, enough to get in a short-winded word, her lips brushing his as she speaks: ] Touch me as you like. You're mine now. [ And that comes with certain prerogatives. No holding back, not anymore. ]
[ Her hips shift against him, equal parts teasing and needy. Her fingers bunch in his tunic as if to will it gone, or as though she's idly pondering tearing it off him -- but no, she's made him wait enough, and he's made her every promise she sought. Her other hand strokes through his hair because he enjoys it so. She wonders if she can coax him into a shower later, she has a thing for washing other people's hair, especially if its long. ]
[Rosen was so intent on drowning from Saya’s sweet kisses that he forgot he needed air. While he’s indeed immortal, he still needs to breathe. Thankfully, Saya eventually pulls away letting him taste the cool crisp evening air once more. He’s panting a little as he gazes into her glowing red eyes. The man is absolutely in awe of her, this angel of the night. Rosen can’t believe his good fortune as of late. He initially thought his adventures through Ellipsa would be pedestrian at best but lo’ and behold, he’s about to devour the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on. Maybe he still has the luck of his ancestors with him because this is a wonderful change of pace.]
You’re going to regret that~
[He teases before getting down to business. Truth be told, Rosen is a very caring and attentive lover despite his arrogance. He yearns for nothing more than making her moan, which is why he’s intent on pleasuring her first before himself. Before Saya knows it, she’s suddenly tossed onto the plush cushions of the sofa with Rosen looming over her. He gives her a feisty little smirk before kissing down her neck at a slow and languid pace.
Rosen licks his tongue over her collarbone while lightly kneading at her breasts briefly with his hands. While doing so, he leans up to her neck again and bites as hard as he can. He knows the bite will eventually heal but he can’t help himself. Rosen just wants to mark her in some way before traveling his kisses down from her chest to her abdomen.]
[ Saya watches Rosen watch her for a long moment, taking in the expression of wonder on his face. It's just what she needs, someone who sees her and accepts her and -- oh, those teasing words don't hurt a bit. She gets so bored of the ones that are all worship and no pushback. While she always expects to win in the end, what's life without a little back and forth? ]
Am I, now.
[ She doesn't sound regretful, nor does she look it when he flings her onto her back on the sofa. Utterly without shame and knowing exactly how tempting she is with her unnaturally perfect skin and soft curves which are made for touching, Saya curls her hands over his shoulders, neither fighting Rosen nor pulling him closer. Whatever else she knows about herself, she knows he can't resist her. ]
[ The path of his mouth down her neck is interrupted by his bite -- Saya rumbles a laugh, always amused when someone tries for her neck, especially if she's just had a go at theirs. ]
[ Thankfully she's difficult to draw blood from. She'll have to make a note to tell him to be cautious about that, she has no idea whether her blood's potency has been restored. If it has, she'd have turned him if he consumed her blood, and he's quite devoted enough without her taking his free will. ]
[ Very fortunately, after he bites her he has other, far more pleasant plans. Saya aches her back so her body shifts up to meet his kisses as he travels down her chest and to the flat planes of her stomach. Still not an ounce of shame; it wouldn't be a good look for her. Her hands once again slide into his long hair, curling against his scalp. Her breaths are short, but far from breathless yet. He should go about fixing that immediately. ]
I expect my voice to find all the far-flung corners of this room before you're done with me. [ One of her knees curls against the back of the sofa, the other leg dangles off the side. Go on, test the soundproofing. ]
[This is exactly the reason why Rosen is glad he doesn’t have a roommate. He has a dog, Ciaran, but he’s hiding somewhere in the bedroom. Either that or the hound in question is sleeping out on the balcony again. Whichever the case, Rosen is extremely fortunate not to have a roommate currently because he’s definitely testing the soundproofing of these walls.
He gives Saya a playful wink as he kisses his way down from her navel. She knows exactly what he’s about to do but she has no idea just how well about to do it. Once again, he’s a man of action–the type to show, not tell. He lightly scrapes his nails down the curve of her hips before leaning in close to give the tender flesh there a gentle kiss before glancing at those lacey black panties. Honestly, the two of them should’ve stripped beforehand. Despite her lovely choice of lingerie, those need to come off but Rosen just doesn’t want to pull them off. No, he wants to make a show of it.
He snags the dainty waistband of her panties with his teeth and slowly pries them off her with a devilish grin. Rosen manages to get them back way off before giving them a less than gentle yank. While he doesn’t have fangs like Saya does, those sharp canines of his does the trick. Now able to enjoy his prize without further hindrance, Rosen gives Saya’s clit a thorough lick before sliding his tongue south. He licks her sex slowly, his warm tongue purposely caressing along her folds before moving up again towards her clit. Most women tend to like this and he suspects Saya might be the same. Rosen doesn’t plan on proceeding any further unless he can make her orgasm at least once with just his tongue alone.
He’s a dutiful lover, that’s just how he operates.]
[ When she sees the dog she'll be a tiny bit flustered, only because animals tend not to like her kind. Apex predators invading their home are not usually on an animal's list of awesome things. But being used to Rosen, it might take to her a bit more easily, and failing that, patience and calmness on her part tend to do their work in time. ]
[ When he glances up to wink at her, Rosen will see that Saya's eyes are no longer only their customary red. Red is the color of her aura when she fights, when she's otherwise piqued -- well. Her eyes speak for themselves, their red now flecked with gold like a snapping fire. The more aroused she becomes, the more they'll change, until they're nothing but pure, shining golden. ]
[ Saya watches him snag her black lacey underthings with his teeth, her smile quirking -- she showed off something similar not too long ago, outside the dance lessons. That was good, this is better; she's all for sex as its own reward, and her other partners are lovely in their ways, but nothing gets her going like someone willing to praise her with both words and acts. It's enough to have her nearly melting into the sofa while he still has yet to touch her. She shifts her legs so he can make quick work of the logistics. ]
[ When she feels that first heated brush of his tongue, Saya exhales long and slow, shivering in a way he'll certainly feel from where he is. ]
Your tongue is as silver now as when you speak your devotion, mon préféré. [ She slips into French when she wants to make a point. If he doesn't know what it means, he should ensure she's well satisfied and ply it out of her later. ]
[ His tongue seems to be everywhere, slicking over her with teasing confidence she adores, and before long she looses a single, floating note: elegant and bright, it's evident that she's a talented singer. But it's a soft note still, legato, plenty of room for -- aah. ]
There -- just there. Harder. [ Never let it be said that she's hesitant to give directions, even when they don't seem to be necessary. (If he opts to comply or opts to use the knowledge to tease her, either path will be rewarding.) She keeps her eyes on him, for now, if he'd like to watch the red be swallowed by gold -- soon enough she might not be able to keep them open, nor her head from tossing back. ]
[Mon préféré? Was that French just now? She can probably feel him smirking as he worships her. He could get used to pleasing someone as vocal as his new queen. It’s easy to tell if he’s doing a rather good job judging from her sultry moans. He sucks lightly at her labia before letting his tongue slide along her dainty folds. Rosen knows how to work his tongue, that much is apparent but he also knows how to use his teeth too. He licks upward towards her clit before lightly nibbling on the tip.
As he teases her, his hands are gently massaging her thighs. Rosen plans on using his hands to wrench more moans from Saya but as to how he will use them is up for debate. The last thing he wants is to cause her discomfort but an idea pops into his mind as he slides his finger over her orifice.]
Harder, hm? [He questions as he gently slides his fingers against her entrance. It’s a bit wet there. That’s good sign in his book.] Just how much harder? Do you want my tongue or do you want–
[A smirk forms onto his lips as he slides his finger into her inch by inch. His fingers are thankfully smooth and long. He gently pushes in and out of her while lightly blowing on her clit. This is all experimental at best but he suspects Saya is enjoying herself.]
I could give you both, a ghrá.
[Even when he’s being romantic, Rosen somewhat comes off like a brat but at least he’s charming. He’s smiling down at her with that lovestruck stare of his. Out of all things he loves about Saya, it has to be her eyes that he adores the most. Just watching them change from red to gold honestly makes his heart flutter a little. He would never admit such mindless drivel but he loves watching her.]
[ It was French indeed. Perhaps he'll hear more of it later, when they're tangled up together and letting the evening air cool them. Saya has a thing for afterglow togetherness in whatever form, and she can already picture pillowing her face on his chest and talking in low voices of things big and small, punctuated by grins and teasing. ]
Or? What a thing to say. I want all of you. [ In oh, so many ways. Her words are breathy and clipped, as good an indicator as the growing slickness beneath his fingers and tongue that she's very much enjoying herself. ]
[ That word, too -- Saya speaks many languages, but not Gaelic, which is her best guess at that one since she suspects that Rosen is some sort of Celtic, Scottish or Irish are her best guesses. She has very little mind to pay toward such matters just now, what tongue he speaks is so much less in her awareness than what he's doing with it. The word itself is melodic and pleasing and she can guess its approximate meaning from context, and so silently declares it for herself -- and then less silently, as she sings out again, louder and climbing in pitch, her operatic voice swelling through the room. ]
[ Her red-golden eyes are lidded now, threatening to fall shut entirely, and her head falls back against the sofa as her back arches thanks to his attentions. Her hips shift greedily, seeking his touch. A bit more and he'll find what he's looking for. ]
[He lets out a faint chuckle as he laps at Saya’s arousal. He licks her clean with a greedy tongue, one that savors the taste like nectar. Much like her, he’s a very greedy person. He wants all of Saya, everything that she has to offer and then some. He doesn’t care how many lovers she has as long as she makes room for him. Rosen is greedy like that. He just wants everything, even her. While his time here in Ellipsa has been short, he doesn’t plan on going anywhere without his lovely queen. So Saya better get used to this bastard coming up with new ways to make her say his name–Oh!
A thought suddenly comes to mind as he continues to tease his lover with his nimble fingers. He peeks over her face for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of her lustful expression. Her lovely moans entices him to continue teasing her but instead of doing that, Rosen decides to deny her the pleasure she seeks for a moment in favor of whispering sweet nothings into her ear. He looms over her, his breath hot against her ear as he whispers.]
If you want all of me, then I ought to give my name.
[He gently nibbles on her ear while still thrusting his fingers in and out of her. She graduated from just two fingers to three now. That’s an accomplishment, especially since he’s much larger than that. However, he wants to make sure Saya screams the right name once he finally fucks her into the softa. It’s only fair.]
[ Saya doesn't seem unhappy in the slightest when Rosen moves to murmur in her ear. She smiles at him from beneath her fire-lit eyes and her hand lifts so her fingers can bunch at the fabric of his tunic while she holds him close. ]
[ She curls close to his ear as if she's going to whisper his name, but instead she laughs low and breathy against his ear. ] I believe that will sound just lovely when you make me moan it out. [ She nips at the shell of his ear and drags the lobe between her teeth. If he wants to hear his name, he should earn it. But her fingertips do stroke the nape of his neck through his hair again, as she is pleased that he'd offer his name. She intends to keep it well. ]
[ (He is probably in for a shock if he thinks she's going to be fucked into the sofa, however. She'll be something like docile and responsive while he worships her, but then he'll get no release until she hears her own name as many times as she likes.) ]
[ Then his fingers move, and she sighs her wordless pleasure in his ear and her hips lift off the sofa as she urges him deeper. Delighted and enthusiastic though she is, there's not much impatience about her. Not yet. He'll have to earn that, too. ]
[An airy chuckle escapes Rosen as he continues to mercilessly tease her. In and out, in and out. He runs the risk of overstimulating Saya just to wrench out a few more moans from her. However, he’s thankfully skilled enough not to let that happen. Every time he feels her silken walls constrict around his fingers, he stops ever so often as to give her a chance to catch her breath. Rosen is a generous lover but also a careful one. He wants the main course of their lovemaking to be utterly spectacular and not some paltry display of lust. That’s why he stops himself from teasing her more once he feels those dainty little fangs against his ear. He utterly loves the feeling of her teeth against his skin. It ironically makes him feel more alive, especially whenever he feels the slight scrape of her fangs against his flesh. His telltale shiver gives that away.
Whether or not he’s in for a surprise is up for debate, especially since they both know that Saya is the one really in control despite his hubris. Rosen might think they’re doing everything his way but he’s sadly mistaken. Thankfully, it’s not like he would enjoy this any less than he already is. He leans away from Saya a little as he tries to claim her lips for a second or third time. Their kiss is nice and slow but not lacking within the fervor they had prior. He’s tasting her again or rather letting her taste herself on his lips. Kinky.
His calloused hands roam down the curves before suddenly pulling away so he could undress himself further. It’s not fair that Saya is completely naked, now is it? He pulls that tunic right over his head, disrobing the first part of his intricate attire. It would be nice if he could just snap his fingers and strip naked in a flash but that only works whenever he’s summoning his battle attire. Not when he’s trying to take it all off. The black bodysuit he wears underneath is slightly see-through, putting his athletic physique on display for her viewing pleasure. That also includes the outline of his straining arousal within that tight fabric.]
[ His teasing fingers are lovely, she's too accustomed to doing the same herself to be upset about it. She's not the sort of domme who likes a pillow queen, if he'll pardon the expression; where's the fun in that? Her partner pleasuring her is never amiss -- though if Rosen thinks she's out of breath, he's mistaken. Saya has a good, long way before she's breathless. Her responsive kiss shows interest, appreciation, but nothing even close to being desperate. That, she likes to make happen herself, to both of them at once. She licks at his lower lip with slow, patient movements, as if to convey that yes, she approves of his efforts with that mouth. ]
[ She doesn't seem to mind when his fingers slide out of her and skim along her body either, not when she realizes why he's pulling away. Saya props herself on her elbows and watches him with her smoldering red-golden eyes, her gaze slowly moving from his face down his body and then up again, drinking in every inch of him. Patient still, reclined like she's waiting for her due. As though she's only interested in awaiting his return to finish what he started. ]
[ Not quite. Whenever he wrestles himself free of his bodysuit, Saya springs to life, getting a hand on his chest and shoving him down so his back sinks into the sofa. She manages to make the movement both supremely casual and quick as a wink. Once he's properly on his back, she curls forward to kiss his mouth as she situates her knees on either side of his hips and aligns them as she likes -- her touch with his more delicate pieces is gentle, at least, her thumb rubbing slow circles of exquisite torment. ]
[ Her hand slides down his chest as she sits up with her back straight and sinks down onto him in one long, excruciatingly slow movement, not pausing until her hips are pressing down on his. She arches her back and stretches, her arms unfurling above her head, letting him get a good, long look at her moonlit curves. Her hips turn a teasing figure eight, just enough friction to be a hideous tease. Her eyes are the only part of her that gives away her arousal, as the last hint of red is swallowed by gleaming gold. ]
Tell me how this feels. [ Her hips roll again, all horizontal movement, and he'll feel her muscles flutter around him -- quite intentional, by the smile she's wearing. No sign of the vertical motion he no doubt craves from her. ] Then tell me what you want. [ Her voice is softly resonant in the night air; it's a command, but also soft and rounded and welcoming, she's beckoning rather than insisting. ]
[A confused hum escapes Rosen once he’s kissed. Is his queen not pleased with him? He can’t help but wonder since it seems his beautiful angel isn’t nearly as breathless as he thought. The man was in the middle of re-strategizing his efforts as he pulled away, clearly thinking of another way to get the heat within her smoldering red-gold eyes to burn brighter. That is until she suddenly leans up and captures him by surprise. To be honest, he should’ve seen that coming. Rosen has no idea why he thought Saya would be some submissive little pillow queen. It was far within her right to be one if she chose but judging how the woman likes to take control, he really should’ve seen this coming.
He lets out a lighthearted chuckle once his back hits the cushions of the sofa, not at all angry at this change of pace. Rosen smiles up at her with such adoration, his mismatched gaze twinkling in excitement as the dainty woman slides her hand down his chest. It impresses him how someone so small could boast such power. It’s an interesting dichotomy, one that makes Rosen quite aroused. He’s used to having strong partners but Saya is a cut above all the rest.
A strangled cry nearly escapes his lips as Saya descends upon him like a woman possessed. If he wasn’t hard already, he would’ve been instantly from the roll of her hips. Saya is working him, fluttering around his cock with an intensity he was barely ready for. Another gasp ebbs off Rosen’s lips as he grips those lovely hips with his large calloused hands. Not to guide her but rather to hold onto this banshee of a woman as she takes her rightful pleasure from him with full force.]
I like that–[His breathless whisper gets cut off by a groan he tried desperately to keep silent.] I like that a lot.
[ With perfect control, her hips keep up their gentle rolling as she looks down on him with a soft, affectionate smile. His words may be more subtle as praise goes, but his groan says all she need know. His hands are strong on her hips, holding her close in the only way he can at present. It's more than enough. One of her hands reaches to gently cup his cheek, thumbing over his lips. A small taste of love amidst the lust. ]
Good. You're mine now, and that makes me yours, too. [ The dynamic isn't precisely balanced, as that wouldn't suit either of them, though she makes every effort to be very good to her favored ones. Rosen is precious to her, and she'll treat him as such. The love between Queen and Servant (she'd let him call himself a Chevalier if he wished, once she explains the meaning) is the most pure give and take that exists in her species. ]
[ Again she squeezes around him in an undulating motion, which makes her gasp as well. Saya then leans down to lavish slow kisses along his collarbone and down his chest which she punctuates with scrapes of her fangs. Drawing just enough blood to whet her appetite, letting her taste how much he wants her -- her taste for blood is specific to a person, and changes within that person according to their feelings via hormones. Endorphins and Oxytocin are particularly delectable. ]
[ She also gets a small emotional echo from those hormones, which in this case means her desire ticks up by quick, sweltering degrees. She's breathing harder against his chest in short order, and then her hips move, rising nearly off him before jolting back down against him, hard and fast, slick enough to feel garish and wanton. Once she's moving she can't seem to stop and she sees no reason to try, they've shared enough laden glances and enough subtle teasing brushes. She needs more from him, and he from her, and they both deserve it. They're creatures of action and passion, and so shall she offer what they both crave. ]
[ But that doesn't mean she wants the night air for company while she does it. So when Saya sits back up, the small of her back flexing as her hips meet his over and again, pressing down with each thrust to take every bit of him inside herself, she gets a hand around the nape of his neck to drag him to sitting along with her. ]
Touch. Kiss. [ Her commands are certainly breathless now. Her hands slip beneath the long curtain of his hair to curl against his back, her short nails pressing divots in his skin. Like this she can pant and groan against him, which she does with each driving movement of her hips. Her fangs long to drink of him again, but -- no. It's better if she waits. In the meantime, he'll hear his name murmured in her singer's voice, unmistakable against his ear. His own gift echoed back to him, enhanced. ]
[The way she cups his cheek makes him fluster quite a bit. He can’t look away from Saya. Like a moth to a flame he’s utterly entranced by her whimsical charms. He simply can’t look away from her. It’s almost as if the woman bewitched him since their duel at the coliseum. For Rosen, it’s a bit maddening. He hasn’t been this fascinated with anyone in all his life. It's a tad humbling but he damned if he doesn’t like what he sees.]
Well, aren’t I lucky? [He chuckles while purposely nuzzling against her hand.] I never belonged to anyone before–at least not in this manner.
[If there’s one thing that Rosen loves, it’s freedom. Freedom is the one thing he yearned for after centuries of servitude but here he is vowing to serve her with both his body and soul. Maybe it’s the freedom of choosing is what he missed most. He loathed having to serve masters he didn’t want or choose. Decades of servitude would do that to a man. That’s why he seems so grateful to have the choice of becoming one of Saya’s beloved servants. However, that’s a topic for later since Rosen is having troubles thinking right now.
It’s kind of hard to think when you have a literal goddess riding your cock. The only thing he wants to think about is how beautiful Saya looks on top of him. Rosen lets out a low guttural growl as he bucks his hips upward, purposely sliding himself further and deeper into her. His calloused hands slide down along the curve of her hips as Saya decides to lavish him with endless kisses. Those sinful little fangs entice a deep groan clearly highlighting his excitement. He likes to be hurt sometimes. Rosen always liked mixing a little bit of pain with his pleasure and Saya knows just how to hurt him. There’s just something so intimate about watching her kittenish little tongue lap his blood. He’ll most likely do the same to her the second he gets his teeth against her neck. Vampire or no vampire, she’s not going to be biting him without getting a few bites in return.
That’s why he dutifully follows her command as he takes up a sitting position. He rakes his nails down her slender back before suddenly nipping at the curvature of her neck with a slight growl. His teeth aren't sharp enough to break her skin but he tries. Rosen tries to do just that by nibbling on the tender flesh between her neck and her shoulder. He's bound to leave a few teeth marks there at the very least.]
[ The belonging here is assuredly mutual. Queen and Servant yes, but she views it as balance. Stability. While Saya always prefers to take charge, she never wants to destroy who the other person is. Her appreciation for Rosen is in large part his confidence and fighting prowess, she wouldn't ever want those pieces of him to be dampened because of her. If anything, she wishes to make them flare all the brighter. ]
[ She laughs, low and delighted, when Rosen's teeth worry at her neck. His rebellious side is added to the list of reasons she wished to claim him. Clutching him tightly, hips moving with speed and strength that she knows he'll like. Squeezing him with her arms, legs, and inside herself. ]
[ Her long fangs nip at his ear, also giving him a good taste of the eager sounds she's making: little gasps and moans that shake free every time he pushes deeper into her. Her nails draw down his back, raising a few welts. ]
[ Then they slide together just so, and her head falls back as she looses a short but emphatic burst of sound, shuddering all over. Her golden eyes are framed by a flushed face, blood-tinted lips parted around desperate panting. He's hitting all the right places -- her hips move faster, harder. Needy and urgent. ]
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Date: Mar. 19th, 2023 03:19 am (UTC)[ She's not sure the poor man will sustain himself through more words unless she gives him some of what he's after, so she removes her hands from his hair to tug down the zipper of her jacket, which she then shrugs off, letting it flutter to the floor where it hopefully won't require another thought until after they're both well satisfied. Beneath it she wears a black and red paneled corset, black lace on both bindings, red ribbons woven throughout. She assumes that he knows what he's doing with one of these; the back lacing needs to be undone for it to come off. ]
Unlace this while I address the fine print, will you? And then my skirt can join the jacket. [ Beneath her skirt is black lace which covers substantially less skin than the corset, and is much easier to remove. At this point he could tear her underthings from her body and she'd only laugh with delight, but she'd prefer her corset be intact, these are hard to properly fit. ]
Offering this intimacy is considered a great gift among my kind, a gesture of respect and favor. It does come with... requests. Anyone who wishes for all of what I offer, asks that I devote myself to them, I ask for their devotion in turn. Not exclusively, of course, but agreement means my wishes will be given their due.
[ As she speaks, her hands find their way back through his hair, her fingertips once again teasing the nape of his neck. And she bends toward to kiss beneath his jaw and down his neck, slowly. ]
I take such very good care of those who have my favor. I'll grant your every wish if it's within my power. Nothing would be out of the question. You'd have my attention and affection, be among my highest priorities. [Along with those here to whom she has devoted her life beyond this place, which is a different matter entirely. ]
This is traditionally sealed in a way I no longer practice, but accepting my bite will suffice. [ She noses at his neck, requesting confirmation before she'll take his blood. Her feeding isn't reserved only for her favored ones, but like in all things, they take priority. ] After your assent or otherwise, you have my leave to touch as you like. [ She's not going to just leave if he declines, of course. She still would leave here with both of them smiling and satisfied. ]
[ She bares her fangs against his neck, pressing too lightly to draw blood. So? ]
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Date: Mar. 19th, 2023 07:41 pm (UTC)Instead, he waits as his mistress slowly disrobes. The second she shrugs off her jacket, Rosen’s hands are upon her back. He remembers the moment she sprouted wings out of nowhere during their battle. It was a shocking revelation, one that brought him so much excitement. He gently caresses her back with his battle scarred hands, his fingers tracing over her bony shoulder blades where her wings would be. Will she sprout wings again if he tickles her here? He doubts it but a part of him can’t help but wonder.
His hands travel south as she speaks, idly toying with the red ribbon of her corset. He knows quite well how to untie one of these. After all, he had plenty of fun in his youth in between all the battles and conquests. While his origins were less than idle, Rosen made the best of it during his heydays. He tugs at the ribbons lightly, his eyes lighting up with mirth as he stares back at Saya.]
Yes, mistress.
[He teases while getting right to work at unlacing her corset. For all his impatience and unbridle energy, Rosen is quite careful as he unlaces those silky ribbons. He doesn’t want to ruin her clothes even though he plans on chucking it somewhere on the floor. Rosen knows that would displease her and the last thing he wants to do right now is displease his mistress. That’s why he’s so cautious with those dexterously strong fingers. It’s a bit of a struggle for him to listen to her as he wraps her like a gift.]
Then I am truly honoured to be blessed with such a gift– [The poor man nearly forgets what he was about to say once Saya starts carding her fingers through his hair again. It’s been awhile since anyone has been intimate with him, especially like this. Just the feeling of her long slender fingers carding through his unruly white mane makes him shiver in anticipation. Those silky white strands glimmer with a hint of silver in the dim light wordlessly telling his age. Rosen has always been a bit on the pale side, even in his youth. His hair was always white like freshly laid snow. That is no different now.]
You have my undying loyalty, Saya. Though, I mean to prove this with my actions and not just my words.
[Judging from his playful chuckle, he plans on doing just that. However, before he can act—Saya presses those dainty fangs against his neck. He tenses for a moment before offering more of his neck towards her. While others would be undoubtedly afraid to take the plunge, he isn’t. A smile curls onto his lips as he gives his consent. He isn’t scared to get bitten. Not at all. If anything, he seems to welcome those pretty little fangs instead.]
So, what are you waiting for, woman? Go right ahead.
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Date: Mar. 19th, 2023 08:11 pm (UTC)[ She rolls her shoulders slowly when he touches the sharp turn of her shoulder blades, wordlessly encouraging. And when he starts tugging at the lacing on her corset, she breathes a sigh against his neck that has the feeling of a stretch in the sun. ]
[ She might have said something then, some small words of acceptance or affection, both of which he well deserves. But there is a better way to show him, since as he said, he is a man of actions. So she draws her fangs away from his neck only to get some more force behind her bite as her fangs burst down into his neck. She can bite painlessly, though in this instance she certainly doesn't. She aims for the sting of her fangs to be echoing inside his head for a very long time. ]
[ Immortal blood is rich, sweet -- addictive. Saya sips at it, swirls it down her throat, her pulse and breathing suddenly rapid. One of her hands cups the back of Rosen's neck to keep him close, the other slides out of his long hair and down his chest, suddenly regretting not having him remove his clothes first. Drinking blood, especially in this scenario, with his words of devotion still hanging in the air, is charged in a way she could never explain. Perhaps her breathless moan will suffice for an explanation, and if not then her entire body lurches against him, her hips pressing hard against his, and that should make things quite clear. ]
[ After a long drink, she retracts her fangs and laved her tongue over the punctures, lapping up the drizzle of his blood. ]
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Date: Mar. 21st, 2023 02:52 am (UTC)Rosen encouragingly strokes her back once his mind slowly wakes up from its drunken stupor. He feels intoxicated, almost as if he drank too much ale. It’s a familiar feeling but still quite bizarre. If Rosen wasn’t already raptured in lust, he would’ve been quite concerned. A blissful sigh escapes his lips once he feels her fingers carding through his hair. He likes that, he likes that a lot. Every little touch seems to light his body ablaze as finally disrobes his queen from her offending garments. Clothes do Saya very little justice she’s a creature of remarkable beauty. He slides his hands down the curve of her back, still coaxing her to drink her fill.
It’s not like he risks dying or anything. An immortal like him can lose a pint of blood with no fear. He doesn’t even care if she accidentally spills a droplet or two on his clothes. It’s not like he can’t afford dry cleaning. The only thing Rosen cares about is the gorgeous woman on his lap who’s driving halfway out of his mind.
He growls at Saya as he grinds against her. Yes, he’s hard. Remarkably so. It seems someone is quite affected by her bite. It should come as no surprise that a little bit of bloodplay doesn’t bother him.]
C’mere.
[Rosen whispers before leaning forward to claim her blood covered lips. She can rogue herself with his blood any time she wants but right now, he yearns to kiss her. He's not the least bit shy about tasting his blood on her tongue. On the contrary, this turns him on even further.]
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Date: Mar. 21st, 2023 03:26 am (UTC)Gladly. [ When her lips meet his they're already parted, open and eager for him. Her kiss is like a revving engine, all of her passion and desire pouring out of her. If he wants to lick her fangs clean now, he's welcome to it. She meets his desperation inch for inch, not caring to hide the state that his words and blood and reaction to her bite have left her in. ]
[ After a long, intense moment she pulls back just a hint, enough to get in a short-winded word, her lips brushing his as she speaks: ] Touch me as you like. You're mine now. [ And that comes with certain prerogatives. No holding back, not anymore. ]
[ Her hips shift against him, equal parts teasing and needy. Her fingers bunch in his tunic as if to will it gone, or as though she's idly pondering tearing it off him -- but no, she's made him wait enough, and he's made her every promise she sought. Her other hand strokes through his hair because he enjoys it so. She wonders if she can coax him into a shower later, she has a thing for washing other people's hair, especially if its long. ]
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Date: Mar. 22nd, 2023 03:26 am (UTC)You’re going to regret that~
[He teases before getting down to business. Truth be told, Rosen is a very caring and attentive lover despite his arrogance. He yearns for nothing more than making her moan, which is why he’s intent on pleasuring her first before himself. Before Saya knows it, she’s suddenly tossed onto the plush cushions of the sofa with Rosen looming over her. He gives her a feisty little smirk before kissing down her neck at a slow and languid pace.
Rosen licks his tongue over her collarbone while lightly kneading at her breasts briefly with his hands. While doing so, he leans up to her neck again and bites as hard as he can. He knows the bite will eventually heal but he can’t help himself. Rosen just wants to mark her in some way before traveling his kisses down from her chest to her abdomen.]
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Date: Mar. 22nd, 2023 04:35 am (UTC)Am I, now.
[ She doesn't sound regretful, nor does she look it when he flings her onto her back on the sofa. Utterly without shame and knowing exactly how tempting she is with her unnaturally perfect skin and soft curves which are made for touching, Saya curls her hands over his shoulders, neither fighting Rosen nor pulling him closer. Whatever else she knows about herself, she knows he can't resist her. ]
[ The path of his mouth down her neck is interrupted by his bite -- Saya rumbles a laugh, always amused when someone tries for her neck, especially if she's just had a go at theirs. ]
[ Thankfully she's difficult to draw blood from. She'll have to make a note to tell him to be cautious about that, she has no idea whether her blood's potency has been restored. If it has, she'd have turned him if he consumed her blood, and he's quite devoted enough without her taking his free will. ]
[ Very fortunately, after he bites her he has other, far more pleasant plans. Saya aches her back so her body shifts up to meet his kisses as he travels down her chest and to the flat planes of her stomach. Still not an ounce of shame; it wouldn't be a good look for her. Her hands once again slide into his long hair, curling against his scalp. Her breaths are short, but far from breathless yet. He should go about fixing that immediately. ]
I expect my voice to find all the far-flung corners of this room before you're done with me. [ One of her knees curls against the back of the sofa, the other leg dangles off the side. Go on, test the soundproofing. ]
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Date: Mar. 23rd, 2023 01:22 am (UTC)He gives Saya a playful wink as he kisses his way down from her navel. She knows exactly what he’s about to do but she has no idea just how well about to do it. Once again, he’s a man of action–the type to show, not tell. He lightly scrapes his nails down the curve of her hips before leaning in close to give the tender flesh there a gentle kiss before glancing at those lacey black panties. Honestly, the two of them should’ve stripped beforehand. Despite her lovely choice of lingerie, those need to come off but Rosen just doesn’t want to pull them off. No, he wants to make a show of it.
He snags the dainty waistband of her panties with his teeth and slowly pries them off her with a devilish grin. Rosen manages to get them back way off before giving them a less than gentle yank. While he doesn’t have fangs like Saya does, those sharp canines of his does the trick. Now able to enjoy his prize without further hindrance, Rosen gives Saya’s clit a thorough lick before sliding his tongue south. He licks her sex slowly, his warm tongue purposely caressing along her folds before moving up again towards her clit. Most women tend to like this and he suspects Saya might be the same. Rosen doesn’t plan on proceeding any further unless he can make her orgasm at least once with just his tongue alone.
He’s a dutiful lover, that’s just how he operates.]
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Date: Mar. 23rd, 2023 01:45 am (UTC)[ When he glances up to wink at her, Rosen will see that Saya's eyes are no longer only their customary red. Red is the color of her aura when she fights, when she's otherwise piqued -- well. Her eyes speak for themselves, their red now flecked with gold like a snapping fire. The more aroused she becomes, the more they'll change, until they're nothing but pure, shining golden. ]
[ Saya watches him snag her black lacey underthings with his teeth, her smile quirking -- she showed off something similar not too long ago, outside the dance lessons. That was good, this is better; she's all for sex as its own reward, and her other partners are lovely in their ways, but nothing gets her going like someone willing to praise her with both words and acts. It's enough to have her nearly melting into the sofa while he still has yet to touch her. She shifts her legs so he can make quick work of the logistics. ]
[ When she feels that first heated brush of his tongue, Saya exhales long and slow, shivering in a way he'll certainly feel from where he is. ]
Your tongue is as silver now as when you speak your devotion, mon préféré. [ She slips into French when she wants to make a point. If he doesn't know what it means, he should ensure she's well satisfied and ply it out of her later. ]
[ His tongue seems to be everywhere, slicking over her with teasing confidence she adores, and before long she looses a single, floating note: elegant and bright, it's evident that she's a talented singer. But it's a soft note still, legato, plenty of room for -- aah. ]
There -- just there. Harder. [ Never let it be said that she's hesitant to give directions, even when they don't seem to be necessary. (If he opts to comply or opts to use the knowledge to tease her, either path will be rewarding.) She keeps her eyes on him, for now, if he'd like to watch the red be swallowed by gold -- soon enough she might not be able to keep them open, nor her head from tossing back. ]
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Date: Mar. 23rd, 2023 06:09 pm (UTC)As he teases her, his hands are gently massaging her thighs. Rosen plans on using his hands to wrench more moans from Saya but as to how he will use them is up for debate. The last thing he wants is to cause her discomfort but an idea pops into his mind as he slides his finger over her orifice.]
Harder, hm? [He questions as he gently slides his fingers against her entrance. It’s a bit wet there. That’s good sign in his book.] Just how much harder? Do you want my tongue or do you want–
[A smirk forms onto his lips as he slides his finger into her inch by inch. His fingers are thankfully smooth and long. He gently pushes in and out of her while lightly blowing on her clit. This is all experimental at best but he suspects Saya is enjoying herself.]
I could give you both, a ghrá.
[Even when he’s being romantic, Rosen somewhat comes off like a brat but at least he’s charming. He’s smiling down at her with that lovestruck stare of his. Out of all things he loves about Saya, it has to be her eyes that he adores the most. Just watching them change from red to gold honestly makes his heart flutter a little. He would never admit such mindless drivel but he loves watching her.]
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Date: Mar. 23rd, 2023 07:46 pm (UTC)Or? What a thing to say. I want all of you. [ In oh, so many ways. Her words are breathy and clipped, as good an indicator as the growing slickness beneath his fingers and tongue that she's very much enjoying herself. ]
[ That word, too -- Saya speaks many languages, but not Gaelic, which is her best guess at that one since she suspects that Rosen is some sort of Celtic, Scottish or Irish are her best guesses. She has very little mind to pay toward such matters just now, what tongue he speaks is so much less in her awareness than what he's doing with it. The word itself is melodic and pleasing and she can guess its approximate meaning from context, and so silently declares it for herself -- and then less silently, as she sings out again, louder and climbing in pitch, her operatic voice swelling through the room. ]
[ Her red-golden eyes are lidded now, threatening to fall shut entirely, and her head falls back against the sofa as her back arches thanks to his attentions. Her hips shift greedily, seeking his touch. A bit more and he'll find what he's looking for. ]
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Date: Mar. 25th, 2023 01:28 am (UTC)[He lets out a faint chuckle as he laps at Saya’s arousal. He licks her clean with a greedy tongue, one that savors the taste like nectar. Much like her, he’s a very greedy person. He wants all of Saya, everything that she has to offer and then some. He doesn’t care how many lovers she has as long as she makes room for him. Rosen is greedy like that. He just wants everything, even her. While his time here in Ellipsa has been short, he doesn’t plan on going anywhere without his lovely queen. So Saya better get used to this bastard coming up with new ways to make her say his name–Oh!
A thought suddenly comes to mind as he continues to tease his lover with his nimble fingers. He peeks over her face for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of her lustful expression. Her lovely moans entices him to continue teasing her but instead of doing that, Rosen decides to deny her the pleasure she seeks for a moment in favor of whispering sweet nothings into her ear. He looms over her, his breath hot against her ear as he whispers.]
If you want all of me, then I ought to give my name.
[He gently nibbles on her ear while still thrusting his fingers in and out of her. She graduated from just two fingers to three now. That’s an accomplishment, especially since he’s much larger than that. However, he wants to make sure Saya screams the right name once he finally fucks her into the softa. It’s only fair.]
Rosen is merely an alias, my name is Fedlimid.
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Date: Mar. 25th, 2023 02:59 am (UTC)[ She curls close to his ear as if she's going to whisper his name, but instead she laughs low and breathy against his ear. ] I believe that will sound just lovely when you make me moan it out. [ She nips at the shell of his ear and drags the lobe between her teeth. If he wants to hear his name, he should earn it. But her fingertips do stroke the nape of his neck through his hair again, as she is pleased that he'd offer his name. She intends to keep it well. ]
[ (He is probably in for a shock if he thinks she's going to be fucked into the sofa, however. She'll be something like docile and responsive while he worships her, but then he'll get no release until she hears her own name as many times as she likes.) ]
[ Then his fingers move, and she sighs her wordless pleasure in his ear and her hips lift off the sofa as she urges him deeper. Delighted and enthusiastic though she is, there's not much impatience about her. Not yet. He'll have to earn that, too. ]
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Date: Mar. 27th, 2023 05:27 pm (UTC)Whether or not he’s in for a surprise is up for debate, especially since they both know that Saya is the one really in control despite his hubris. Rosen might think they’re doing everything his way but he’s sadly mistaken. Thankfully, it’s not like he would enjoy this any less than he already is. He leans away from Saya a little as he tries to claim her lips for a second or third time. Their kiss is nice and slow but not lacking within the fervor they had prior. He’s tasting her again or rather letting her taste herself on his lips. Kinky.
His calloused hands roam down the curves before suddenly pulling away so he could undress himself further. It’s not fair that Saya is completely naked, now is it? He pulls that tunic right over his head, disrobing the first part of his intricate attire. It would be nice if he could just snap his fingers and strip naked in a flash but that only works whenever he’s summoning his battle attire. Not when he’s trying to take it all off. The black bodysuit he wears underneath is slightly see-through, putting his athletic physique on display for her viewing pleasure. That also includes the outline of his straining arousal within that tight fabric.]
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Date: Mar. 27th, 2023 06:51 pm (UTC)[ She doesn't seem to mind when his fingers slide out of her and skim along her body either, not when she realizes why he's pulling away. Saya props herself on her elbows and watches him with her smoldering red-golden eyes, her gaze slowly moving from his face down his body and then up again, drinking in every inch of him. Patient still, reclined like she's waiting for her due. As though she's only interested in awaiting his return to finish what he started. ]
[ Not quite. Whenever he wrestles himself free of his bodysuit, Saya springs to life, getting a hand on his chest and shoving him down so his back sinks into the sofa. She manages to make the movement both supremely casual and quick as a wink. Once he's properly on his back, she curls forward to kiss his mouth as she situates her knees on either side of his hips and aligns them as she likes -- her touch with his more delicate pieces is gentle, at least, her thumb rubbing slow circles of exquisite torment. ]
[ Her hand slides down his chest as she sits up with her back straight and sinks down onto him in one long, excruciatingly slow movement, not pausing until her hips are pressing down on his. She arches her back and stretches, her arms unfurling above her head, letting him get a good, long look at her moonlit curves. Her hips turn a teasing figure eight, just enough friction to be a hideous tease. Her eyes are the only part of her that gives away her arousal, as the last hint of red is swallowed by gleaming gold. ]
Tell me how this feels. [ Her hips roll again, all horizontal movement, and he'll feel her muscles flutter around him -- quite intentional, by the smile she's wearing. No sign of the vertical motion he no doubt craves from her. ] Then tell me what you want. [ Her voice is softly resonant in the night air; it's a command, but also soft and rounded and welcoming, she's beckoning rather than insisting. ]
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Date: Apr. 2nd, 2023 01:46 pm (UTC)He lets out a lighthearted chuckle once his back hits the cushions of the sofa, not at all angry at this change of pace. Rosen smiles up at her with such adoration, his mismatched gaze twinkling in excitement as the dainty woman slides her hand down his chest. It impresses him how someone so small could boast such power. It’s an interesting dichotomy, one that makes Rosen quite aroused. He’s used to having strong partners but Saya is a cut above all the rest.
A strangled cry nearly escapes his lips as Saya descends upon him like a woman possessed. If he wasn’t hard already, he would’ve been instantly from the roll of her hips. Saya is working him, fluttering around his cock with an intensity he was barely ready for. Another gasp ebbs off Rosen’s lips as he grips those lovely hips with his large calloused hands. Not to guide her but rather to hold onto this banshee of a woman as she takes her rightful pleasure from him with full force.]
I like that–[His breathless whisper gets cut off by a groan he tried desperately to keep silent.] I like that a lot.
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Date: Apr. 2nd, 2023 08:40 pm (UTC)Good. You're mine now, and that makes me yours, too. [ The dynamic isn't precisely balanced, as that wouldn't suit either of them, though she makes every effort to be very good to her favored ones. Rosen is precious to her, and she'll treat him as such. The love between Queen and Servant (she'd let him call himself a Chevalier if he wished, once she explains the meaning) is the most pure give and take that exists in her species. ]
[ Again she squeezes around him in an undulating motion, which makes her gasp as well. Saya then leans down to lavish slow kisses along his collarbone and down his chest which she punctuates with scrapes of her fangs. Drawing just enough blood to whet her appetite, letting her taste how much he wants her -- her taste for blood is specific to a person, and changes within that person according to their feelings via hormones. Endorphins and Oxytocin are particularly delectable. ]
[ She also gets a small emotional echo from those hormones, which in this case means her desire ticks up by quick, sweltering degrees. She's breathing harder against his chest in short order, and then her hips move, rising nearly off him before jolting back down against him, hard and fast, slick enough to feel garish and wanton. Once she's moving she can't seem to stop and she sees no reason to try, they've shared enough laden glances and enough subtle teasing brushes. She needs more from him, and he from her, and they both deserve it. They're creatures of action and passion, and so shall she offer what they both crave. ]
[ But that doesn't mean she wants the night air for company while she does it. So when Saya sits back up, the small of her back flexing as her hips meet his over and again, pressing down with each thrust to take every bit of him inside herself, she gets a hand around the nape of his neck to drag him to sitting along with her. ]
Touch. Kiss. [ Her commands are certainly breathless now. Her hands slip beneath the long curtain of his hair to curl against his back, her short nails pressing divots in his skin. Like this she can pant and groan against him, which she does with each driving movement of her hips. Her fangs long to drink of him again, but -- no. It's better if she waits. In the meantime, he'll hear his name murmured in her singer's voice, unmistakable against his ear. His own gift echoed back to him, enhanced. ]
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Date: Apr. 12th, 2023 08:56 pm (UTC)Well, aren’t I lucky? [He chuckles while purposely nuzzling against her hand.] I never belonged to anyone before–at least not in this manner.
[If there’s one thing that Rosen loves, it’s freedom. Freedom is the one thing he yearned for after centuries of servitude but here he is vowing to serve her with both his body and soul. Maybe it’s the freedom of choosing is what he missed most. He loathed having to serve masters he didn’t want or choose. Decades of servitude would do that to a man. That’s why he seems so grateful to have the choice of becoming one of Saya’s beloved servants. However, that’s a topic for later since Rosen is having troubles thinking right now.
It’s kind of hard to think when you have a literal goddess riding your cock. The only thing he wants to think about is how beautiful Saya looks on top of him. Rosen lets out a low guttural growl as he bucks his hips upward, purposely sliding himself further and deeper into her. His calloused hands slide down along the curve of her hips as Saya decides to lavish him with endless kisses. Those sinful little fangs entice a deep groan clearly highlighting his excitement. He likes to be hurt sometimes. Rosen always liked mixing a little bit of pain with his pleasure and Saya knows just how to hurt him. There’s just something so intimate about watching her kittenish little tongue lap his blood. He’ll most likely do the same to her the second he gets his teeth against her neck. Vampire or no vampire, she’s not going to be biting him without getting a few bites in return.
That’s why he dutifully follows her command as he takes up a sitting position. He rakes his nails down her slender back before suddenly nipping at the curvature of her neck with a slight growl. His teeth aren't sharp enough to break her skin but he tries. Rosen tries to do just that by nibbling on the tender flesh between her neck and her shoulder. He's bound to leave a few teeth marks there at the very least.]
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Date: Apr. 13th, 2023 05:17 pm (UTC)[ She laughs, low and delighted, when Rosen's teeth worry at her neck. His rebellious side is added to the list of reasons she wished to claim him. Clutching him tightly, hips moving with speed and strength that she knows he'll like. Squeezing him with her arms, legs, and inside herself. ]
[ Her long fangs nip at his ear, also giving him a good taste of the eager sounds she's making: little gasps and moans that shake free every time he pushes deeper into her. Her nails draw down his back, raising a few welts. ]
[ Then they slide together just so, and her head falls back as she looses a short but emphatic burst of sound, shuddering all over. Her golden eyes are framed by a flushed face, blood-tinted lips parted around desperate panting. He's hitting all the right places -- her hips move faster, harder. Needy and urgent. ]