Post by dew on Mar 23, 2007 21:15:00 GMT -5
“If you wish a taste then help yourself!” Dew told the male vampire knowing he would be to conceded to refuse her .He stepped closer to her and raised his hand to run a finger tip down the length of her neck, her skin soft and slightly cool to the touch.
He glanced at her once more before tucking his hand into her thick hair, his fingers nearly drowning in its softness. His other hand came up to curl around her waist and bring her closer, their body's bumping as he lowered his face to the curve of her neck.
His lips kissed her skin, her pulse not as vibrant as mortals but still it gave his body a shiver of anticipation of her taste.
His pink wet tongue slipped out and licked the spot where he intended to bite her, the saltiness of her skin made him want her all the more.
He opened his mouth and two thick white fangs scraped her skin just before he sunk them hard and fast into her flesh. Blood rose up and pooled around his fangs before spilling freely into his mouth, he sucked slowly, loving how her skin rose to caress his mouth with ever draw, only to fall away as he stopped to swallow.
His lower hand moved to slide across her ass, curling around its shapely form, when he tasted another, he just didn't use his mouth, he wanted the entire bodily experience.
Finally lifting his mouth, he licked the two fang marks, once, and then ran his tongue over them again before pulling away.
He smiled at her revealing his pink stained teeth. "You darling, are now the flavour of the month" he whispered as he looked at her, waiting for some kind of reaction. Dew pulled away slightly and looked into his dark orbs, “That’s what all the boys say” she whispered and turned her face against his, nudging his jaw to the side to expose his masculine throat, she pushed her nose against him and inhaled the male smell of him, her mouth filling with drool as she prolonged the moment she tasted his sweetness.
Her red lips parted, exposing the whiteness of her teeth, the wetness of the night made they shine as the candle that flickered at the end of the ally they stood in reflexes off them.
She did not taste him as he had done her, instead she bit him suddenly and sunk her fangs deep enough in his neck he gasped in pain, she considered him weak for doing that, for a vampire should be use to sharing and the pain should be the foreplay of this exchange.
She drank deep and fast, much faster then he must have expected for when she pulled her fangs from his skin, his hands were wrapped tightly around her wrists as he had tried to push her away.
She stepped back and raised a finger to wipe her lips, watching as he slowly slipped to the ground, pushed up against the brick wall of the building they hid behind. “I guess I am no longer the flavour of the month, but the last taste you will have on this earth, which is sooo much better.” She whispered as she bent down so he could see it was her who had taken almost the very last drop of his blood, what was left would slowly still in his veins and the immortal life he squandered recklessly enough to trust her, would fade.
She smiled as she straighten up and stepped over his body, he was all but forgot minis his taste upon her tongue, she stepped out on the street and looked up at the castle, her pink stained teeth peeked out of her smiling lips.
Pulling the invitation from her pocket she unfolded it and read the name, “Lady Hollowton, good gods what a horrible name to be laced with, but one can not be picky about invitations.” She whispered as she pulled her cloak straight and headed towards Castle Cashel, invitation in hand.
Dew stepped into the castle and stopped, she could pull this deception off if she had to and right now, it looked like a very entertain prospect. Her skin pink and warm from her feeding would surely conceal her true race till she was welcome and settled, clearly to late then to shove her away in the middle of the night.
He glanced at her once more before tucking his hand into her thick hair, his fingers nearly drowning in its softness. His other hand came up to curl around her waist and bring her closer, their body's bumping as he lowered his face to the curve of her neck.
His lips kissed her skin, her pulse not as vibrant as mortals but still it gave his body a shiver of anticipation of her taste.
His pink wet tongue slipped out and licked the spot where he intended to bite her, the saltiness of her skin made him want her all the more.
He opened his mouth and two thick white fangs scraped her skin just before he sunk them hard and fast into her flesh. Blood rose up and pooled around his fangs before spilling freely into his mouth, he sucked slowly, loving how her skin rose to caress his mouth with ever draw, only to fall away as he stopped to swallow.
His lower hand moved to slide across her ass, curling around its shapely form, when he tasted another, he just didn't use his mouth, he wanted the entire bodily experience.
Finally lifting his mouth, he licked the two fang marks, once, and then ran his tongue over them again before pulling away.
He smiled at her revealing his pink stained teeth. "You darling, are now the flavour of the month" he whispered as he looked at her, waiting for some kind of reaction. Dew pulled away slightly and looked into his dark orbs, “That’s what all the boys say” she whispered and turned her face against his, nudging his jaw to the side to expose his masculine throat, she pushed her nose against him and inhaled the male smell of him, her mouth filling with drool as she prolonged the moment she tasted his sweetness.
Her red lips parted, exposing the whiteness of her teeth, the wetness of the night made they shine as the candle that flickered at the end of the ally they stood in reflexes off them.
She did not taste him as he had done her, instead she bit him suddenly and sunk her fangs deep enough in his neck he gasped in pain, she considered him weak for doing that, for a vampire should be use to sharing and the pain should be the foreplay of this exchange.
She drank deep and fast, much faster then he must have expected for when she pulled her fangs from his skin, his hands were wrapped tightly around her wrists as he had tried to push her away.
She stepped back and raised a finger to wipe her lips, watching as he slowly slipped to the ground, pushed up against the brick wall of the building they hid behind. “I guess I am no longer the flavour of the month, but the last taste you will have on this earth, which is sooo much better.” She whispered as she bent down so he could see it was her who had taken almost the very last drop of his blood, what was left would slowly still in his veins and the immortal life he squandered recklessly enough to trust her, would fade.
She smiled as she straighten up and stepped over his body, he was all but forgot minis his taste upon her tongue, she stepped out on the street and looked up at the castle, her pink stained teeth peeked out of her smiling lips.
Pulling the invitation from her pocket she unfolded it and read the name, “Lady Hollowton, good gods what a horrible name to be laced with, but one can not be picky about invitations.” She whispered as she pulled her cloak straight and headed towards Castle Cashel, invitation in hand.
Dew stepped into the castle and stopped, she could pull this deception off if she had to and right now, it looked like a very entertain prospect. Her skin pink and warm from her feeding would surely conceal her true race till she was welcome and settled, clearly to late then to shove her away in the middle of the night.