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+ Kantera, frozen heart event

[sangreine]

My expectations? That depends what you're after.

[ Her fangs score two bloodless lines down his neck. She wants to bite him just as much as he wants to be bitten. ]

But you could contemplate that while you watch me get out of my clothes. Slowly.

[happydreamed]

[He shudders, a little more color coming to his face.]

Not being able to touch you would be sweet torture.

[sangreine]

That is the point of being cuffed, love. And that I can do as I like with you.

...But you can touch me now. They say skin contact is the best for hypothermia.

[ She extracts herself from him just enough to shimmy out of her dress, and then in an instant she's back against him, her leg curled over his. One hand starts working his clothes out of the way. ]

I wonder if you'd react as well to my bite on places other than your neck. Your hip, for example.

[happydreamed]

[Kantera grips her thigh, keenly aware of how much colder he is than her. Still, she's given him permission to touch her, so he won't second-guess that.]

You could certainly leave far more marks there.

[sangreine]

Music to my ears.

[ Saya uses her free hand to unlace her corset enough to pop open the front busk, then she presses herself flush against him. ]

I just had this memory of the first time we were together, in that room with the pillows and the stormy skies in my dorm. I bit you and then tried to tease you and you asked me not to. Remember that?

[happydreamed]

Patience is not my greatest virtue, particularly with as beautiful a woman as you.

[Like now, when he can't resist helping her the rest of the way out of that corset.]

[sangreine]

Being cuffed to a headboard means you'll have to deal with it. Or do your best to negotiate while I sink my fangs into your hip and debate what is to be done with you.

[ Once the corset's gone she shimmies closer. ] Touch all you like. The cold doesn't bother me at all.

[happydreamed]

[Permission granted, he cups her chest with both hands. His face is very red, considering.]

Perhaps you could, ah... sit on my face?

[sangreine]

[ Hey, blushing means warmth and she'll absolutely take it. ]

Never be shy about asking for what you want from me, my love. There's nothing I'd deny you... even if I might insist on teasing for a bit beforehand.

I can do that. It only seems fair if I'm to tease, that you get to tease me back.

[happydreamed]

I will - try to be more forthcoming in the future. I don't worry that you'll judge me for it, 'tis only that I struggle to put it into words.

[sangreine]

I would never judge you, just as you do not judge me for some of my less than wholesome inclinations.

[ He doesn't make a thing of her tendency toward sadism, for example, even if -- special tea excluded -- he doesn't engage with it himself. ]

[ She slowly kisses down his neck to get him more relaxed and comfortable. Nothing like a good dopamine buzz to get someone talking. ]

Tell me what you want, I'll feed the fantasy. I'm quite sure it'll be fun for me, too. [ Fulfilling these sort of wishes is nothing but gratifying. And then once he's well she can make it reality. ]

[happydreamed]

[He shudders underneath her, and his words come out in a rush.]

Could you call me a good boy? I believe I would enjoy that very much.

[sangreine]

Of course I can, sweetling. [ Her tone and expression veer toward the devilish. ] Once you earn it.

[ She guides one of his hands to her leg, which is still wrapped around him. Get to work. ]

I believe that will sound best if I gasp it against your ear.

[happydreamed]

[He doesn't need much encouragement. He rubs his cold fingers briefly to try to warm them up even a tiny bit before stroking along the outside of her folds.]

Anything you ask, my dear.

[sangreine]

[ She sucks in a breath as his cold fingers touch her, though not in a negative way. She doesn't mind a little shock now and then, and her warmth will heat him quickly enough -- as will her words, when she gets to that. Can't make this too easy. ]

[ Her mouth finds his in a kiss that's equally teasing and eager, and her hand starts working his pants open, slow and deliberate. ]

[happydreamed]

Is it too-

[Oh, she's kissing him, that keeps him from asking if his fingers are too cold. It was probably a silly question even. He slides the tip of one finger inside her, feeling just how warm she is for him.]

[sangreine]

[ A silly question indeed. She huffs a very warm, sighing breath against his mouth. He always knows just how to touch her to wind her up immediately. ]

[ One hand curls through his hair to scritch the base of his horn, the other pries his pants open and slips inside them, stroking him slowly. Usually she'd tease more, in this case more contact is better. She'll warm him up in every way possible. ]

Don't hesitate. Consider me a hand warmer. [ She probably feels quite good around his finger, all slick heat, so no need to go slowly. ]

[happydreamed]

I will - ah - try not to worry.

[She's warm everywhere, but especially around his finger, and he works it slowly deeper inside her.]

[sangreine]

[ She doesn't bother telling him not to fret, instead she makes a soft, pleased sound against his mouth. It's probably more effective anyway. ]

More of that. You know what I like.

[ Her hand keeps right on teasing him, never forgetting that her first objective here is to keep him as warm as possible. That won't work if she's too quick about it. ]

[happydreamed]

[Well, if she insists. He adds a second finger, scissoring them apart inside her, as he shudders from her touch instead of from the cold.]

Aliza...

[sangreine]

Mmm, you always touch me just right.

[ And he seems to be warming up, more or less. She curls her hips toward him since she's also heating up substantially. ]

[ Saya shifts so her mouth brushes his ear and he can clearly hear every staccato breath and every syllable when she fulfills her promise: ]

That's my good boy.

[happydreamed]

[The moan those two words tear from Kantera's throat is loud and needy, and his hips jerk into her touch as his fingers briefly lose their rhythm.]

T-th-thank you.

[...Definitely confirmed that he's into that.]

[sangreine]

[ Well, now. That's interesting. But she'll have to ponder the full implications and potential later; right now hearing him make that sound has her wanting much more than pawing at each other. And perhaps if she plays it right, it'll help with warmth too. ]

[ Saya withdraws her stroking hand and uses it instead to get his pants just out of the way enough, then gently tugs his wrist so his fingers slide out of her, instead rolling onto her back and pulling him on top of her, her legs curled around his hips. His chest pressing down on hers should be much more skin contact; outside of where they're in direct contact he's still clothed, and that will help with warmth too. She makes sure to pull the blankets along and tuck them in beneath her so they're encased in as much of a heat trap as she can manage. ]

[ It's a stunning amount of thought to put into sex, for her. But hopefully it'll help. ]

Go as slow as you can. Stop in the middle and breathe if you have to. It'll heat you up better. [ Whatever endurance he can manage will let heat build up beneath all the blankets, and at least when she has to leave to gather potion ingredients she'll be leaving him in a near-sauna. ]

[happydreamed]

[It's always difficult to go slowly, when she's so warm and perfect around him. But Kantera obeys her instructions, pressing in gradually and then stopping when he's fully hilted inside her.]

I feel warmer already. [He presses soft kisses to her lips, another point of warmth.]

[sangreine]

[ She sighs when he's pressed flush against her, though only moves a little. It's not so easy for her to go slow, either. ]

Good. [ She kisses him back, purposefully languid. ] I love you more than anything. You're the best thing to happen to me. I want you to feel as warm and safe as you've made me feel. [ If affectionate words help, that'll be easy. She has no end of them. ]