[ She could've gotten them down the hall backwards in pitch blackness through deadly obstacles if it meant keeping both his hands on her, though it doesn't especially matter. Hopefully this is the last moment his hands aren't both on her for a long while. ]
[ If she's surprised by what he says, there's no sign of it. But her eyes do shine all the brighter and she leans close to murmur against his ear, still speaking in that voice that's impossible to deny -- not that she hopes he'd want to. ]
I'm yours, then. [ Then her head inclines to bear her neck for him, since her dress so conveniently allows for a bite and she's desperately impatient. One hand rests on the back of his neck to encourage him. ] Taste and touch and feel all you want.
[He lets out a shuddering breath at that. She's doing that voice that pulls at something deep in him. He desperately wants to please. He wants to make that voice happy with him.]
[He wants to be good.]
[He pushes open the door and his hand returns to her back as he pushes her inside. The room is nice and orderly, lit by several candles. Mood lightning never hurts, after all. (And okay, its also a trick for him to not singe his bed. He can avoid setting her on fire, not singeing his furniture is a whole other matter.)]
You're really good at that. [Tempting, drawing him in, seduction. One of those. All of them, probably.]
[He pushes her towards the bed, mouth moving to her neck, kissing and nipping lightly at the skin at first, his hands moving to her sides to push her to sit on the bed, quick to try and climb onto her lap.]
[ Saya doesn't look at the candles, but she can appreciate the setup once again. He really pulled out some tricks for this, it's lovely -- in the mood she's in, though, with her intensely dominant side forward, she's less impressed than simply pleased. ]
I'm glad you think so. [ Her kind is built for seduction in all its forms. There's a vampire joke in there somewhere. ]
[ Rather than simply sit on the bed, Saya reclines on it, propped on her elbows, like she owns the place. Her burning eyes stand out all the more in the din of the candlelit room. She reaches out a hand, the movement flowingly casual, to pull him along with her, ideally so his weight is pressing down on her. She doesn't want any space between them. ]
[ And whether he follows or he doesn't, she tilts her head to bare her neck for him. ] I've been thinking about your bite for days.
[He follows along easily enough. He isn't looking to create space either, just seemed ill advised to be on their feet with how his legs were feeling by the end of it.]
[Once they're settled, then he allows his hands to wander. Running up along her sides, down her back, keeping his nails blunted to run them down her back without ruining her dress.] I must admit, I did spend far too much time on theories of how I might make the marks linger. No solid ideas yet, but they do look quite pretty on you, for those brief moments.
[Its a quiet murmur against her skin, just below her ear as he nibbles on the skin there, before kissing his way down. The kisses firm, deliberate, a tease until he gets to the nape of her neck. Nuzzling it gently, a teasing affection for several long moments, until he opens his mouth wide. A light scrape of his teeth at first, before finally giving in and biting down hard, digging in deep after only a moment.]
[ She bends her leg on the side of her dress with the higher hemline, leaving an enticing stretch of thigh if he wants to explore it. ]
Did you? I wouldn't mind wearing your mark for however long you can get it to last. [ If he can get it to be permanent, her answer is the same. She'd never be ashamed of being close to someone, nor having others notice the evidence of it. She rolls her shoulders and shivers a bit at the way his hands move, particularly the soft scrape of his fingernails. ]
[ When he kisses her neck, she hums in such a way that the sound seems to curl around them, beckoning. And she looses a wavering sigh of impatience at his teasing, though she appreciates it actually, she likes anticipation games. But she likes it more when he bites, since she gasps and arches her back to press even closer. The hand not propping her up settles in his hair, easing out whatever's holding part of it back so she can stroke through it, her fingernails returning his tease as they brush his scalp and the back of his neck. ]
It may take a bit to figure out. Its a surprisingly tricky balance to make something stick without being actually dangerous. [As much as he wants to mark her, he doesn't want to seriously hurt her. Perhaps something he could test in a spar instead of potentially ruining a mood. He wasn't looking for a permanent mark because, well, that feels like something quite serious to do, emotionally speaking. He wasn't ready to go there yet.]
[But that was neither here nor there, not when she was in his bed and that was his focus right now. A rumbling purr building in his chest as her blood touches his tongue, teeth lingering as he sucks lightly on the skin. A sound that just gets deeper as the loose hair tie slips out of his hair and her fingers move through the thick tresses.]
[His hands are slow in their movement, but she keeps making those beckoning noises and he wants and he's decided to let himself have this time. A hand moving down to her thigh, where the skirt is hiked up, to slip under the fabric, this time moving beyond simply scandalous to pushed it up higher, enough for his fingers to trace the edges of her underwear. His other hand moving up to the one strap of her dress, gently tugging it off her shoulder.]
[ "Permanent" for her is a bit different of a concept, she doesn't let herself think beyond the next several months. After waking from hibernation she'd have a bite mark and the meaning wouldn't register so that would be all. She would never say any of that because it expresses doubt about his (and others) ability to fix her situation, but the truth is she doesn't think it'll work. ]
[ However, that is certainly not the focus right now. Her fingers card through his hair in long, slow movements and she makes a floating sound against his ear which turns into more of a soft moan by the end. She shivers as his hand slides beneath her dress, and his fingers will find soft silk beneath it. Her hip shifts in such a way that encourages his touch and her shoulder dips down to allow the strap to slip off. ]
If you roll over for me you can help me out of the dress entirely. [ She says this in that same voice, low and breathy, though it's less a command and more a strong suggestion. She's quite happy where she is, if he'd prefer to wait. ]
[Red Son would frankly be offended if she doubted his ability (he doubts himself enough.) But honestly it would just make him more determined and willing to do even more drastic things for a result. He doesn't know the meaning of give up. Especially when it seems hopeless.]
[The feel of her fingers is soothing, the sound curling through his mind, helping relax his nerves. He wants this, of course he does, its why he invited her, but its impossible to not feel anxious and nervous. He wants to do well for her, but the gentle affection makes it easier to melt into her.]
[His teeth lingered for several moments more, fingers tracing along the silky fabric along her outer thigh, touches exploring over smooth skin. Humming as she speaks, and after another moment, he releases her neck, licking away the blood before leaning back a bit, a trail of smoke leaving the side of his mouth.] I can't really say no to that. [His own voice is thick, just a little rough from the fire, and he had been honest about wanting to touch more of her. It would be easier without the fabric in the way.]
[Besides, he still wanted to know where her piercing was.]
[He grips her shoulder, tugging her close to nuzzle her neck before rolling over and pulling her along with him.]
[ She can't unclench her feelings about her hibernation, is all. She's worried she'll break open if she lets some hope in. ]
[ She can feel him relaxing; good. There's bound to be nerves, and she'll smooth them out as they crop up. Not her first time easing someone into this, and the effort has always been so worth it. Especially with the way his biting has her blood up -- and she'll return the favor in a moment. But first... ]
[ She rolls with him easily, her dress already being ruched and hiked up it's no problem to be essentially sitting on him, much the way she was last time. She stays close to kiss him, brief but heated -- though she goes to pull away and finds herself kissing him again before she finally straightens her back and sits up enough to get out of the dress. ]
[ If his hand was still up at her hip, he's welcome to help the process along. Otherwise she crosses her arms and slowly, teasingly bunches the fabric in her hands until she can pull the dress off overhead. Beneath it is a matching set in black silk -- a front-lacing corset on top, which might not have been anticipated -- delicately and intricately embroidered in red and gold. Absolutely fit for royalty. Believe it or not, this wasn't done for Red Son specifically, she happens to have another partner who inspired it, but it works well for both. ]
[ Saya looks down on him with gold eyes flecked with red and a smile which doesn't hide her fangs. ]
Say something nice, now. [ Her tongue flicks at her fangs promisingly and she finishes unfastening his shirt while she waits for him to be appropriately complimentary. ]
[He kisses back, just as heated, wanting. He wants to see more, to touch more, but he finds it very hard to resist kissing her. Especially when he can feel how much she wants him through it. All little things that help his nerves.]
[But he doesn't follow her when she sits back. He knows that is a good way to not get to see her. He is more than eager to help the process, however, helping push up the fabric, his hands running up along her sides, hands resting just under her ribs as she tugs it the rest of the way off. He looks her over with lidded eyes and there is a hitch in his breathing as he sees the color.]
[Even if it wasn't for him, it certainly feels pointed.]
[His hands drift over the corset, tracing over the delicate embroidery with a light touch. His eyes flick up to hers, the gold looking more like amber with his eyes darkened by lust.]
You're gorgeous. [At least he chose the shirt specifically for ease, the buttons going all the way down along the side.] Not that its a surprise. You're like an Oleander. Beautiful, at a glance you seem almost delicate in your beauty, but anyone paying attention will see how dangerous you are.
[ Her choice of color here is pointed, yes. It's convenient that Rosen also wields fire, this took a good deal of time and thread to create (yes, she did it herself. Can't take the Victorian out of the vampire). ]
[ Saya had been glancing down at his shirt buttons, working them free in a casual way, her back straight as his fingers explore as they like. But when he says that anyone paying attention can see she's dangerous, her eyes flick up to lock with his and the way she smiles shifts just a little. She'll show him dangerous in a moment, and the thought makes her unbuttoning slightly less unhurried. ]
[ Once the buttons are free, she slides her hands up his chest to peel back his shirt and bends gracefully down to nose at the underside of his jaw so he'll expose his neck further. ]
I ask for flattery, but you see more of me than that. [ She kisses down his neck, slowly. Teasing with her fangs, little sharp brushes that come nowhere close to breaking skin. ] How could I not reward you for it?
[ Down at the crook of his neck, she bares her fangs against his skin -- and waits. Just when it seems she might be teasing again, her fangs press into him with that same excruciating slowness that made him squirm last time. Evoking the memory to enhance the sensation itself. This is near a nerve cluster, so he'll get an extra sizzle from that. ]
[ Slowly, slowly her fangs push through his skin and muscle. A low growl rumbles from her throat and across her lips as her fangs finally sink into him that last bit, and she curls closer to sip at his blood. Not too much, it's better if she waits, but she's been needing this for days. ]
[His fingers trail over the intricate lines of thread, humming in appreciation at the craftsmanship, before his fingers trail down the laces, until his hands reach her skin, trailing along the bottom edge of the corset.]
[His breath hitches as he feels her hands on him. It was definitely right to go with the buttons, shivering under her touch. His head tilts back dutifully, eyes closing to focus on the feeling when he can't see her clearly.]
If people aren't acknowledging your power, then they're doing flattery wrong. [Danger, power, who doesn't want to feel that kind of strength? Sighing softly with every teasing kiss and brush of fangs.] But I do like rewards.
[His heart starts to pound as he feels the fangs start to press against his skin, his hands moving along her back, down to the black silk, hesitating a moment, letting out a shuddering breath as he tries to not move and dislodge those fangs that are so close to biting down, and moving his hands lower to cup her ass through the silky fabric.]
[There is a definite squeeze as she starts to bite down, and he picks up its that teasing slowness and it pulls a whimper to him as the buzzing starts under his skin. The slow burning pain, the rush of pleasure that comes with it, slow and deliberate and maddening, panting and moaning softly shifting under her and pulling her just that bit closer.]
[ His slow appreciation of her corset embroidery is nice, actually. She hadn't expected more than a momentary glance, though she should have known better. He and Rosen are masters of the same element, but they're very different people. ]
[ Likewise, his comment about those who don't acknowledge and appreciate her power is... interesting. Because mostly, they don't. The accept her certainly, tolerate the occasional intrusion of her instincts, masochists can appreciate little pieces of it now and then, but mostly her dark side is something she is loved despite. With the exceptions of Pentium (and even thinking that name pains her) and possibly Rosen with his devotion, she can name very few instances where that part of her has been truly loved. Even the empathy bond she shared with her husband and Yuri, she never felt that they truly understood -- how could they? ]
[ She doesn't dwell on that, however. Those thoughts are common enough, albeit not typically challenged by someone she happens to be in bed with. She purrs against his neck with her fangs buried in him, giving the impression of a feline stretching its back to find a waiting hand. And she withdraws her fangs, licks briefly but intently at the trickle of blood, and then shifts a bit to bite again a short distance away (not one of the double bite things she does, that's for later or if his nerves flare up), this time hooking her fangs on his collarbone and biting down hard and fast. Eager, because she is. ]
[ Her intent was to spend a quick moment on this bite, though she can't resist just another half-swallow of his blood. It's so rich, almost sweet in that way immortal blood has about it. Tempting to give in and get a real drink, but no. Not yet. She wants to drink from him later, when his blood is brimming with endorphins. She wants to taste him wanting her. So her fangs slide free, and she removes any leaking blood with the tip of her tongue. ]
[ Saya sits back just a bit, her lips tinted red around her gleaming white fangs, locking eyes with his and then lowering hers so that his gaze falls down to the top knot of her corset lacing, which she unravels with one slow pull before her hand moves away, clearly urging him to take over. He'll have to unlace the entire thing, pulling the cording free through each eyelet, slowly of necessity, to get the corset loose and off. Very much by design. She does love anticipation games, and she doesn't at all mind if he unwraps her and looks and touches as he likes. She has ways of soothing any nerves that crop up, though usually people are less nervous about seeing their partner undressed than doing so themselves. ]
[ In case he needs some motivation to get started, she curls down to kiss him in that deep and intense way she has about her, then she bites his lip and her kiss turns nearly desperate and ticks up the heat substantially. ]
I want your touch on my skin. [ This is murmured in that Voice he seems to like, the effect of which is only enhanced by Saya being short-winded so her words buzz against his mouth. She wants his fingertips tracing her curves as they did the swooping threadlines of her corset. If he does take the hint and start tugging the lacing open, she'll sit up so he can watch. Equal parts perfect shamelessness and wanting to watch his reaction. ]
[ If and when he manages to get it unlaced to the bottom, there's that piercing at long last, at her navel, a delicate red jewel dangling on a gold chain. Perhaps that won't be the focus of his attention, however, given the soft curves and smooth, flawless skin he'll have to consider. The shape of her seems perfect for a hand to rest, and certainly she hopes he'll do exactly that. ]
[Red Son is, at his core, a craftsman. He understood intimately well how much work went into creating something, especially with such fine details. Magic could be used to take many shortcuts, to accomplish a lot of things, but he chose to do something with his hands, to make things the hard way because it was Different and because what came out was immensely satisfying. How could he not show at least a little respect for something that clearly took a lot of work?]
[Its much the same way he appreciates her power. He grew up with the emphasis of power being important,, the second most important thing, second only to family. The fact was, if Saya wasn't as powerful as she was, Red Son probably wouldn't be in bed with her right now. The power was as much part of the attraction as her appearance and persistent kindness, but it was a lot easier for him to accept that he was attracted to the power over the kindness. He would be far too nervous to admit to that, it opened up a vibrant green box he wasn't willing to deal with quite yet.]
[But power? To Red Son, it was an objective fact that to be powerful was to be incredibly attractive. It made it easy to fall into bed with her because she made sense in so many ways, that let him be put into this vulnerable position to explore something new.]
[There is the soft buzz at the approving sound, hands squeezing briefly before one drifts up, running claws lightly along her back, digging in just a bit as she bites down again, the second one making his squirm and whine at another burst of pain that quickly morphed into pleasure. A soft crackle in the air from the smoldering embers in his hair. Not a proper ignition, but certainly affected.]
[It takes a few moments for him to realize she's pulled away from his neck, opening his eyes and lowering his chin enough to look at her, breath hitching at her gaze. At the distinct feeling of being in a predator's gaze, his pupil's dilating, face growing red, anticipation and want clear on his face, as his gaze follows her to the knot. His hands move with little more prompting, hesitation more from distraction as she kisses him. Pressing into it with a hungry desperation, moaning as he feels another teasing bite.]
[But then there is the order that curls to the base of his spine and his fingers get to work. At least when he starts, he doesn't struggle. Perhaps because his fingers are used to delicate work of tinkering and spell crafting. (Really, its because he's worn plenty of laced up clothing himself over the years.)] You know, when I read the books, I thought they would be overstating how intense biting could be. I knew it was important, biologically speaking, but I didn't expect them to actually be fairly accurate. [Its a teasing murmur as he begins to tug loose the laces. Each movement was smooth, controlled, not as fast as he could make it. Drawing out each lace with care, to avoid straining the eyelet, and to tease her longer.]
[Anticipation was very important, after all.]
Even after you left, I waited...oh, an hour? Two? Before I healed them. I liked how they felt. [His own face is flushed and there is a bit of a breathless air to his words that undercuts his attempts to be teasing. The candles in the room have also grown brighter.]
[It was a way to avoid setting himself on fire too much, to just bolster a nearby fire source and still achieve that venting affect.] It felt like a shame to get rid of them.
[He pulls loose the cord and lets it drop to the side, pushing aside the dark fabric, his eyes trailing over her. Biting his lip briefly, fingers tracing over the red jewel and there was the red and gold again. His hands trail up from there, a soft trace over her skin, gaze lidded.] Its very good I don't need to breathe because you are truly breathtaking. [His words heated, the candles growing brighter, his hands trailing over his breasts, touch still gentle and exploratory, but breath hitching all the same.] How someone so dangerous is still so soft is a wonder.
[ Saya rumbles a soft laugh as he explains about the books he read on the subject. ]
If I want to outdo the books, I suppose I have work to do. [ Books are all well and good, but she has standards for these matters. It's pleasant work, at the very least, and she's nothing if not determined to leave those texts feeling entirely insufficient. ]
Mm, left my bites for a bit, did you. [ Saya sounds pleased, and looks it. That he'd leave her bites for so long before healing them, wanted to leave them for longer, makes her red-gold eyes shine brighter. She reaches down to thumb over the punctures her fangs made on his neck and collarbone. ] Perhaps you'll leave these until morning, then. These and the other ones I intend to make.
[ The hushed sound of cording pulled through eyelets is just wonderful, though not nearly as much as the way he looks at her and, in a moment, touches her. A rapt attention and desire that fulfills every need she could have to be worshipped. His appreciation of good craftsmanship explains his reaction when he gets her corset off, actually. She's built for two things, this and fighting. Only appropriate that she be perfect for both. More than that, she's a creature of extremes, rarely suited to one or the other side of things. The rough and harsh nature of a battle, the soft and welcoming way she has about her now, they're both equally a part of her. (So too the way that she draws others close to her with affection and sweetness, makes them first devoted, and then despairing when she forgets them.) ]
[ Noticing the brightness of the candles while his hands explore, Saya rolls her neck and the room grows brighter still, each candleflame now has one of her deep red fires spiraling around it. Not because it reminds her of the haunted house before it took a turn, or at least not only that, but because fire is so much of him. She views the candlelight as an extension of that. Only natural that she'd want to embrace it. ]
[ She rests her fingertips on his chest and they grow searing hot. Her touch slides up and over his shoulder, only heating his skin without burning the shirt still hanging on his shoulders or his bedding. Curling down close and pressing her newly bared skin against him, all of her heating up similarly. Ideally having a similar effect on him, though not due to simple temperature. ]
So many more places for you to touch and bite, now. I expect you to take full advantage. [ There's more to this than necks and shoulders, after all. Imaginations are a beautiful thing. While her words and manner are casual and flowing, the way she kisses him then is anything but. That want he's feeling is far from one-sided. She's taking her time, that doesn't at all mean she's patient. ]
I can't wait to see what you do. [He doesn't doubt her ability to. Not when she's looking at him like that. The red-gold burning through him, arching a bit into her touch with a soft sigh.] I want you to make me regret when they heal. [Even without the Spring Magic, they would probably heal by morning on their own. His healing factor isn't near as fast as hers, but the small wounds would be gone within a few hours regardless of any extra effort.]
[Which really was a shame.]
[His eyes flicker from her form only briefly to look at the change in the light, and there is a kind of tightness in his chest at the sight. She had talked of fire being apart of him before and embracing it, but seeing the introduction of her flame with his own in the moment...it does something to him. He can't pinpoint what, but it makes his heart race, something curling in his chest, fuzzy and warm, almost as warm as her hands tracing over him.]
[His eyes are drawn back to her, lidded and surprised. Then there's a quiet chuckle.] So that's how it feels like when the other person is warm. [He was used to people feeling cool. It was...nice. A pleasant sort of feeling and one that makes him pull her closer. His own body heating up, though that isn't an effort, merely the reaction to having someone so soft and warm pressed to him.]
[He kisses her back, another flare from the candles, the tentativeness quickly melting into something hungry. She's beautiful and powerful and so warm and inviting him in. It just makes the want grow, the want for her, and the want to give her what she asks for.]
[His hands move to her sides, pushing her back up, even as he follows. Still kissing her and lightly nipping at her lips. Not enough to draw blood, just to let her feel it, before he's sitting up with her in his lap still.] As you wish, my queen. [Its a bit of a test of her reaction to the nickname. If she likes being in charge usually, it was worth testing.]
[But with the change of angle, he breaks the kiss, moving trailing down the front of her throat, to her clavicle, a light bite over her collarbone, not quite enough to break skin yet. Another brief moment of hesitation, new territory, but he is determined, so his mouth trails down further, between her breasts, gentle kisses mixing with light nips as his mouth trails to one side, his hand moving up to cup the other, thumb circling the nub as his mouth leaves a trail of red marks.]
[ Watching him react to her fire swirling around his is fascinating. Though she can't say what he's thinking exactly, the appreciation is evident, and it makes her smile. Saya doesn't know how to care for someone halfway, no matter their imperfections or irritations, but she finds that he's incredibly easy to care about. Being only fair with expressing herself in words, tricks with flame are easier, and cut closer to the point. ]
[ She keeps her body heat up as he shifts them back to sitting, every effort to make her skin as welcoming as possible. Though she can only feel a small part of the heat, it's enough to feel indulgent. ]
[ The "my queen" is not uncommon to hear, really. She's called that all the time, and even more often in bed... however. It's one thing to be called that by someone who serves her, or someone whose worship she tends to take somewhat for granted, and quite another for it to come from someone who she considers her equal. Her reaction is immediate: a hard shudder, a strangled sound that she curls forward to loose against his ear. ]
[ Grappling some patience if he's going to say things like that will be a challenge. She can do it, though -- but then his hands and mouth are on her, and she wonders how true that is. ]
[ When he bites, she purrs deep in her throat, rumbling through her chest where he'll doubtless be able to feel it. Even as the red marks heal over, her attention remains on each spot his teeth worried and there's a small note of sound to her breath with each new one. ]
[ Impossible to slide his shirt the rest of the way off without sacrificing his touch, and that doesn't seem worth it. Instead one of her hands slides beneath the loose fabric to rest on his back, her fingertips lengthening into claws which scrape welts between his shoulder blades. Her other hand rests at the back of his neck, rounded and gentle, soft fingertips coaxing and encouraging. Her fangs nip at the tip of his ear since she's positioned for it as she continues to make soft, pleased sounds. ]
[Fire had always been apart of him, and it was largely an thing others couldn't really interact with. At least not safely. It was just a forgone conclusion, so he never really thought of sharing it so closely. To have someone embrace it and mingle with his fire in such a way was an intimacy he didn't expect...but one he found himself greatly appreciating all the same.]
[Saya really was dangerous in her intensity.]
[Though he certainly can't help, but grin at her reaction to the name.] What a pretty sound. [He can't pretend it doesn't make him feel bolder to get such a reaction out of her. Not simply one that showed she liked it, but one that seemed to have almost surprised her.]
[He breathes in sharply as he feels the nails at his back, a shuddery groan against her skin. He presses closer, teeth nipping over the soft mound, littering those brief red marks before taking a nipple into his mouth, a light nip before sucking. His hand teases the other, a light pinching. Listening to the sounds she makes, both from how intoxicating they were, but to make sure he was still doing something right.]
[His other hand trails to her back, a heated palm moving up her spine, slow and steady, before trailing his hand down with his own claws, the trail slower down her back.]
[ Her sounds only get prettier with his mouth and teeth and hand being so bold, short-winded whimpers against his ear. Claws digging deeper into his back, and her free hand brushing through his unbound hair. When his claws score down her back she arches her neck, head rolling back, her hum a satisfied curl of sound. He's doing very much incredibly right, although... ]
If you want to hear me really unravel, toss me onto my back and I'll teach you how.
[ She's not above asking for exactly what she wants, in detail. And by the playful edge to her voice, she's sure it'll be a quite rewarding experience all around. Nothing eases any lingering nerves like knowing you're driving someone absolutely crazy. ]
[ (And yes, he can feel free to take "toss" as literally as he likes. She never did mind a little aggression.) ]
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Date: Apr. 13th, 2023 05:24 am (UTC)[ If she's surprised by what he says, there's no sign of it. But her eyes do shine all the brighter and she leans close to murmur against his ear, still speaking in that voice that's impossible to deny -- not that she hopes he'd want to. ]
I'm yours, then. [ Then her head inclines to bear her neck for him, since her dress so conveniently allows for a bite and she's desperately impatient. One hand rests on the back of his neck to encourage him. ] Taste and touch and feel all you want.
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Date: Apr. 13th, 2023 04:27 pm (UTC)[He wants to be good.]
[He pushes open the door and his hand returns to her back as he pushes her inside. The room is nice and orderly, lit by several candles. Mood lightning never hurts, after all. (And okay, its also a trick for him to not singe his bed. He can avoid setting her on fire, not singeing his furniture is a whole other matter.)]
You're really good at that. [Tempting, drawing him in, seduction. One of those. All of them, probably.]
[He pushes her towards the bed, mouth moving to her neck, kissing and nipping lightly at the skin at first, his hands moving to her sides to push her to sit on the bed, quick to try and climb onto her lap.]
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Date: Apr. 13th, 2023 06:03 pm (UTC)I'm glad you think so. [ Her kind is built for seduction in all its forms. There's a vampire joke in there somewhere. ]
[ Rather than simply sit on the bed, Saya reclines on it, propped on her elbows, like she owns the place. Her burning eyes stand out all the more in the din of the candlelit room. She reaches out a hand, the movement flowingly casual, to pull him along with her, ideally so his weight is pressing down on her. She doesn't want any space between them. ]
[ And whether he follows or he doesn't, she tilts her head to bare her neck for him. ] I've been thinking about your bite for days.
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Date: Apr. 13th, 2023 07:21 pm (UTC)[Once they're settled, then he allows his hands to wander. Running up along her sides, down her back, keeping his nails blunted to run them down her back without ruining her dress.] I must admit, I did spend far too much time on theories of how I might make the marks linger. No solid ideas yet, but they do look quite pretty on you, for those brief moments.
[Its a quiet murmur against her skin, just below her ear as he nibbles on the skin there, before kissing his way down. The kisses firm, deliberate, a tease until he gets to the nape of her neck. Nuzzling it gently, a teasing affection for several long moments, until he opens his mouth wide. A light scrape of his teeth at first, before finally giving in and biting down hard, digging in deep after only a moment.]
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Date: Apr. 13th, 2023 07:49 pm (UTC)Did you? I wouldn't mind wearing your mark for however long you can get it to last. [ If he can get it to be permanent, her answer is the same. She'd never be ashamed of being close to someone, nor having others notice the evidence of it. She rolls her shoulders and shivers a bit at the way his hands move, particularly the soft scrape of his fingernails. ]
[ When he kisses her neck, she hums in such a way that the sound seems to curl around them, beckoning. And she looses a wavering sigh of impatience at his teasing, though she appreciates it actually, she likes anticipation games. But she likes it more when he bites, since she gasps and arches her back to press even closer. The hand not propping her up settles in his hair, easing out whatever's holding part of it back so she can stroke through it, her fingernails returning his tease as they brush his scalp and the back of his neck. ]
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Date: Apr. 14th, 2023 04:30 pm (UTC)[But that was neither here nor there, not when she was in his bed and that was his focus right now. A rumbling purr building in his chest as her blood touches his tongue, teeth lingering as he sucks lightly on the skin. A sound that just gets deeper as the loose hair tie slips out of his hair and her fingers move through the thick tresses.]
[His hands are slow in their movement, but she keeps making those beckoning noises and he wants and he's decided to let himself have this time. A hand moving down to her thigh, where the skirt is hiked up, to slip under the fabric, this time moving beyond simply scandalous to pushed it up higher, enough for his fingers to trace the edges of her underwear. His other hand moving up to the one strap of her dress, gently tugging it off her shoulder.]
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Date: Apr. 14th, 2023 04:54 pm (UTC)[ However, that is certainly not the focus right now. Her fingers card through his hair in long, slow movements and she makes a floating sound against his ear which turns into more of a soft moan by the end. She shivers as his hand slides beneath her dress, and his fingers will find soft silk beneath it. Her hip shifts in such a way that encourages his touch and her shoulder dips down to allow the strap to slip off. ]
If you roll over for me you can help me out of the dress entirely. [ She says this in that same voice, low and breathy, though it's less a command and more a strong suggestion. She's quite happy where she is, if he'd prefer to wait. ]
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Date: Apr. 14th, 2023 05:46 pm (UTC)[The feel of her fingers is soothing, the sound curling through his mind, helping relax his nerves. He wants this, of course he does, its why he invited her, but its impossible to not feel anxious and nervous. He wants to do well for her, but the gentle affection makes it easier to melt into her.]
[His teeth lingered for several moments more, fingers tracing along the silky fabric along her outer thigh, touches exploring over smooth skin. Humming as she speaks, and after another moment, he releases her neck, licking away the blood before leaning back a bit, a trail of smoke leaving the side of his mouth.] I can't really say no to that. [His own voice is thick, just a little rough from the fire, and he had been honest about wanting to touch more of her. It would be easier without the fabric in the way.]
[Besides, he still wanted to know where her piercing was.]
[He grips her shoulder, tugging her close to nuzzle her neck before rolling over and pulling her along with him.]
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Date: Apr. 14th, 2023 06:06 pm (UTC)[ She can feel him relaxing; good. There's bound to be nerves, and she'll smooth them out as they crop up. Not her first time easing someone into this, and the effort has always been so worth it. Especially with the way his biting has her blood up -- and she'll return the favor in a moment. But first... ]
[ She rolls with him easily, her dress already being ruched and hiked up it's no problem to be essentially sitting on him, much the way she was last time. She stays close to kiss him, brief but heated -- though she goes to pull away and finds herself kissing him again before she finally straightens her back and sits up enough to get out of the dress. ]
[ If his hand was still up at her hip, he's welcome to help the process along. Otherwise she crosses her arms and slowly, teasingly bunches the fabric in her hands until she can pull the dress off overhead. Beneath it is a matching set in black silk -- a front-lacing corset on top, which might not have been anticipated -- delicately and intricately embroidered in red and gold. Absolutely fit for royalty. Believe it or not, this wasn't done for Red Son specifically, she happens to have another partner who inspired it, but it works well for both. ]
[ No piercing visible quite yet, though. Gotta keep digging. ]
[ Saya looks down on him with gold eyes flecked with red and a smile which doesn't hide her fangs. ]
Say something nice, now. [ Her tongue flicks at her fangs promisingly and she finishes unfastening his shirt while she waits for him to be appropriately complimentary. ]
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Date: Apr. 14th, 2023 07:10 pm (UTC)[But he doesn't follow her when she sits back. He knows that is a good way to not get to see her. He is more than eager to help the process, however, helping push up the fabric, his hands running up along her sides, hands resting just under her ribs as she tugs it the rest of the way off. He looks her over with lidded eyes and there is a hitch in his breathing as he sees the color.]
[Even if it wasn't for him, it certainly feels pointed.]
[His hands drift over the corset, tracing over the delicate embroidery with a light touch. His eyes flick up to hers, the gold looking more like amber with his eyes darkened by lust.]
You're gorgeous. [At least he chose the shirt specifically for ease, the buttons going all the way down along the side.] Not that its a surprise. You're like an Oleander. Beautiful, at a glance you seem almost delicate in your beauty, but anyone paying attention will see how dangerous you are.
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Date: Apr. 14th, 2023 07:34 pm (UTC)[ Saya had been glancing down at his shirt buttons, working them free in a casual way, her back straight as his fingers explore as they like. But when he says that anyone paying attention can see she's dangerous, her eyes flick up to lock with his and the way she smiles shifts just a little. She'll show him dangerous in a moment, and the thought makes her unbuttoning slightly less unhurried. ]
[ Once the buttons are free, she slides her hands up his chest to peel back his shirt and bends gracefully down to nose at the underside of his jaw so he'll expose his neck further. ]
I ask for flattery, but you see more of me than that. [ She kisses down his neck, slowly. Teasing with her fangs, little sharp brushes that come nowhere close to breaking skin. ] How could I not reward you for it?
[ Down at the crook of his neck, she bares her fangs against his skin -- and waits. Just when it seems she might be teasing again, her fangs press into him with that same excruciating slowness that made him squirm last time. Evoking the memory to enhance the sensation itself. This is near a nerve cluster, so he'll get an extra sizzle from that. ]
[ Slowly, slowly her fangs push through his skin and muscle. A low growl rumbles from her throat and across her lips as her fangs finally sink into him that last bit, and she curls closer to sip at his blood. Not too much, it's better if she waits, but she's been needing this for days. ]
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Date: Apr. 16th, 2023 08:32 am (UTC)[His breath hitches as he feels her hands on him. It was definitely right to go with the buttons, shivering under her touch. His head tilts back dutifully, eyes closing to focus on the feeling when he can't see her clearly.]
If people aren't acknowledging your power, then they're doing flattery wrong. [Danger, power, who doesn't want to feel that kind of strength? Sighing softly with every teasing kiss and brush of fangs.] But I do like rewards.
[His heart starts to pound as he feels the fangs start to press against his skin, his hands moving along her back, down to the black silk, hesitating a moment, letting out a shuddering breath as he tries to not move and dislodge those fangs that are so close to biting down, and moving his hands lower to cup her ass through the silky fabric.]
[There is a definite squeeze as she starts to bite down, and he picks up its that teasing slowness and it pulls a whimper to him as the buzzing starts under his skin. The slow burning pain, the rush of pleasure that comes with it, slow and deliberate and maddening, panting and moaning softly shifting under her and pulling her just that bit closer.]
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Date: Apr. 16th, 2023 07:25 pm (UTC)[ Likewise, his comment about those who don't acknowledge and appreciate her power is... interesting. Because mostly, they don't. The accept her certainly, tolerate the occasional intrusion of her instincts, masochists can appreciate little pieces of it now and then, but mostly her dark side is something she is loved despite. With the exceptions of Pentium (and even thinking that name pains her) and possibly Rosen with his devotion, she can name very few instances where that part of her has been truly loved. Even the empathy bond she shared with her husband and Yuri, she never felt that they truly understood -- how could they? ]
[ She doesn't dwell on that, however. Those thoughts are common enough, albeit not typically challenged by someone she happens to be in bed with. She purrs against his neck with her fangs buried in him, giving the impression of a feline stretching its back to find a waiting hand. And she withdraws her fangs, licks briefly but intently at the trickle of blood, and then shifts a bit to bite again a short distance away (not one of the double bite things she does, that's for later or if his nerves flare up), this time hooking her fangs on his collarbone and biting down hard and fast. Eager, because she is. ]
[ Her intent was to spend a quick moment on this bite, though she can't resist just another half-swallow of his blood. It's so rich, almost sweet in that way immortal blood has about it. Tempting to give in and get a real drink, but no. Not yet. She wants to drink from him later, when his blood is brimming with endorphins. She wants to taste him wanting her. So her fangs slide free, and she removes any leaking blood with the tip of her tongue. ]
[ Saya sits back just a bit, her lips tinted red around her gleaming white fangs, locking eyes with his and then lowering hers so that his gaze falls down to the top knot of her corset lacing, which she unravels with one slow pull before her hand moves away, clearly urging him to take over. He'll have to unlace the entire thing, pulling the cording free through each eyelet, slowly of necessity, to get the corset loose and off. Very much by design. She does love anticipation games, and she doesn't at all mind if he unwraps her and looks and touches as he likes. She has ways of soothing any nerves that crop up, though usually people are less nervous about seeing their partner undressed than doing so themselves. ]
[ In case he needs some motivation to get started, she curls down to kiss him in that deep and intense way she has about her, then she bites his lip and her kiss turns nearly desperate and ticks up the heat substantially. ]
I want your touch on my skin. [ This is murmured in that Voice he seems to like, the effect of which is only enhanced by Saya being short-winded so her words buzz against his mouth. She wants his fingertips tracing her curves as they did the swooping threadlines of her corset. If he does take the hint and start tugging the lacing open, she'll sit up so he can watch. Equal parts perfect shamelessness and wanting to watch his reaction. ]
[ If and when he manages to get it unlaced to the bottom, there's that piercing at long last, at her navel, a delicate red jewel dangling on a gold chain. Perhaps that won't be the focus of his attention, however, given the soft curves and smooth, flawless skin he'll have to consider. The shape of her seems perfect for a hand to rest, and certainly she hopes he'll do exactly that. ]
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Date: Apr. 17th, 2023 10:59 pm (UTC)[Its much the same way he appreciates her power. He grew up with the emphasis of power being important,, the second most important thing, second only to family. The fact was, if Saya wasn't as powerful as she was, Red Son probably wouldn't be in bed with her right now. The power was as much part of the attraction as her appearance and persistent kindness, but it was a lot easier for him to accept that he was attracted to the power over the kindness. He would be far too nervous to admit to that, it opened up a vibrant green box he wasn't willing to deal with quite yet.]
[But power? To Red Son, it was an objective fact that to be powerful was to be incredibly attractive. It made it easy to fall into bed with her because she made sense in so many ways, that let him be put into this vulnerable position to explore something new.]
[There is the soft buzz at the approving sound, hands squeezing briefly before one drifts up, running claws lightly along her back, digging in just a bit as she bites down again, the second one making his squirm and whine at another burst of pain that quickly morphed into pleasure. A soft crackle in the air from the smoldering embers in his hair. Not a proper ignition, but certainly affected.]
[It takes a few moments for him to realize she's pulled away from his neck, opening his eyes and lowering his chin enough to look at her, breath hitching at her gaze. At the distinct feeling of being in a predator's gaze, his pupil's dilating, face growing red, anticipation and want clear on his face, as his gaze follows her to the knot. His hands move with little more prompting, hesitation more from distraction as she kisses him. Pressing into it with a hungry desperation, moaning as he feels another teasing bite.]
[But then there is the order that curls to the base of his spine and his fingers get to work. At least when he starts, he doesn't struggle. Perhaps because his fingers are used to delicate work of tinkering and spell crafting. (Really, its because he's worn plenty of laced up clothing himself over the years.)] You know, when I read the books, I thought they would be overstating how intense biting could be. I knew it was important, biologically speaking, but I didn't expect them to actually be fairly accurate. [Its a teasing murmur as he begins to tug loose the laces. Each movement was smooth, controlled, not as fast as he could make it. Drawing out each lace with care, to avoid straining the eyelet, and to tease her longer.]
[Anticipation was very important, after all.]
Even after you left, I waited...oh, an hour? Two? Before I healed them. I liked how they felt. [His own face is flushed and there is a bit of a breathless air to his words that undercuts his attempts to be teasing. The candles in the room have also grown brighter.]
[It was a way to avoid setting himself on fire too much, to just bolster a nearby fire source and still achieve that venting affect.] It felt like a shame to get rid of them.
[He pulls loose the cord and lets it drop to the side, pushing aside the dark fabric, his eyes trailing over her. Biting his lip briefly, fingers tracing over the red jewel and there was the red and gold again. His hands trail up from there, a soft trace over her skin, gaze lidded.] Its very good I don't need to breathe because you are truly breathtaking. [His words heated, the candles growing brighter, his hands trailing over his breasts, touch still gentle and exploratory, but breath hitching all the same.] How someone so dangerous is still so soft is a wonder.
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Date: Apr. 18th, 2023 12:06 am (UTC)If I want to outdo the books, I suppose I have work to do. [ Books are all well and good, but she has standards for these matters. It's pleasant work, at the very least, and she's nothing if not determined to leave those texts feeling entirely insufficient. ]
Mm, left my bites for a bit, did you. [ Saya sounds pleased, and looks it. That he'd leave her bites for so long before healing them, wanted to leave them for longer, makes her red-gold eyes shine brighter. She reaches down to thumb over the punctures her fangs made on his neck and collarbone. ] Perhaps you'll leave these until morning, then. These and the other ones I intend to make.
[ The hushed sound of cording pulled through eyelets is just wonderful, though not nearly as much as the way he looks at her and, in a moment, touches her. A rapt attention and desire that fulfills every need she could have to be worshipped. His appreciation of good craftsmanship explains his reaction when he gets her corset off, actually. She's built for two things, this and fighting. Only appropriate that she be perfect for both. More than that, she's a creature of extremes, rarely suited to one or the other side of things. The rough and harsh nature of a battle, the soft and welcoming way she has about her now, they're both equally a part of her. (So too the way that she draws others close to her with affection and sweetness, makes them first devoted, and then despairing when she forgets them.) ]
[ Noticing the brightness of the candles while his hands explore, Saya rolls her neck and the room grows brighter still, each candleflame now has one of her deep red fires spiraling around it. Not because it reminds her of the haunted house before it took a turn, or at least not only that, but because fire is so much of him. She views the candlelight as an extension of that. Only natural that she'd want to embrace it. ]
[ She rests her fingertips on his chest and they grow searing hot. Her touch slides up and over his shoulder, only heating his skin without burning the shirt still hanging on his shoulders or his bedding. Curling down close and pressing her newly bared skin against him, all of her heating up similarly. Ideally having a similar effect on him, though not due to simple temperature. ]
So many more places for you to touch and bite, now. I expect you to take full advantage. [ There's more to this than necks and shoulders, after all. Imaginations are a beautiful thing. While her words and manner are casual and flowing, the way she kisses him then is anything but. That want he's feeling is far from one-sided. She's taking her time, that doesn't at all mean she's patient. ]
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Date: Apr. 19th, 2023 02:11 pm (UTC)[Which really was a shame.]
[His eyes flicker from her form only briefly to look at the change in the light, and there is a kind of tightness in his chest at the sight. She had talked of fire being apart of him before and embracing it, but seeing the introduction of her flame with his own in the moment...it does something to him. He can't pinpoint what, but it makes his heart race, something curling in his chest, fuzzy and warm, almost as warm as her hands tracing over him.]
[His eyes are drawn back to her, lidded and surprised. Then there's a quiet chuckle.] So that's how it feels like when the other person is warm. [He was used to people feeling cool. It was...nice. A pleasant sort of feeling and one that makes him pull her closer. His own body heating up, though that isn't an effort, merely the reaction to having someone so soft and warm pressed to him.]
[He kisses her back, another flare from the candles, the tentativeness quickly melting into something hungry. She's beautiful and powerful and so warm and inviting him in. It just makes the want grow, the want for her, and the want to give her what she asks for.]
[His hands move to her sides, pushing her back up, even as he follows. Still kissing her and lightly nipping at her lips. Not enough to draw blood, just to let her feel it, before he's sitting up with her in his lap still.] As you wish, my queen. [Its a bit of a test of her reaction to the nickname. If she likes being in charge usually, it was worth testing.]
[But with the change of angle, he breaks the kiss, moving trailing down the front of her throat, to her clavicle, a light bite over her collarbone, not quite enough to break skin yet. Another brief moment of hesitation, new territory, but he is determined, so his mouth trails down further, between her breasts, gentle kisses mixing with light nips as his mouth trails to one side, his hand moving up to cup the other, thumb circling the nub as his mouth leaves a trail of red marks.]
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Date: Apr. 20th, 2023 03:38 pm (UTC)[ She keeps her body heat up as he shifts them back to sitting, every effort to make her skin as welcoming as possible. Though she can only feel a small part of the heat, it's enough to feel indulgent. ]
[ The "my queen" is not uncommon to hear, really. She's called that all the time, and even more often in bed... however. It's one thing to be called that by someone who serves her, or someone whose worship she tends to take somewhat for granted, and quite another for it to come from someone who she considers her equal. Her reaction is immediate: a hard shudder, a strangled sound that she curls forward to loose against his ear. ]
[ Grappling some patience if he's going to say things like that will be a challenge. She can do it, though -- but then his hands and mouth are on her, and she wonders how true that is. ]
[ When he bites, she purrs deep in her throat, rumbling through her chest where he'll doubtless be able to feel it. Even as the red marks heal over, her attention remains on each spot his teeth worried and there's a small note of sound to her breath with each new one. ]
[ Impossible to slide his shirt the rest of the way off without sacrificing his touch, and that doesn't seem worth it. Instead one of her hands slides beneath the loose fabric to rest on his back, her fingertips lengthening into claws which scrape welts between his shoulder blades. Her other hand rests at the back of his neck, rounded and gentle, soft fingertips coaxing and encouraging. Her fangs nip at the tip of his ear since she's positioned for it as she continues to make soft, pleased sounds. ]
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Date: Jun. 12th, 2023 10:35 am (UTC)[Saya really was dangerous in her intensity.]
[Though he certainly can't help, but grin at her reaction to the name.] What a pretty sound. [He can't pretend it doesn't make him feel bolder to get such a reaction out of her. Not simply one that showed she liked it, but one that seemed to have almost surprised her.]
[He breathes in sharply as he feels the nails at his back, a shuddery groan against her skin. He presses closer, teeth nipping over the soft mound, littering those brief red marks before taking a nipple into his mouth, a light nip before sucking. His hand teases the other, a light pinching. Listening to the sounds she makes, both from how intoxicating they were, but to make sure he was still doing something right.]
[His other hand trails to her back, a heated palm moving up her spine, slow and steady, before trailing his hand down with his own claws, the trail slower down her back.]
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Date: Jun. 13th, 2023 03:42 am (UTC)If you want to hear me really unravel, toss me onto my back and I'll teach you how.
[ She's not above asking for exactly what she wants, in detail. And by the playful edge to her voice, she's sure it'll be a quite rewarding experience all around. Nothing eases any lingering nerves like knowing you're driving someone absolutely crazy. ]
[ (And yes, he can feel free to take "toss" as literally as he likes. She never did mind a little aggression.) ]