Author Topic: With Teeth (Read 11355 times)

Saiketsu · « **on:** June 07, 2010, 10:53:55 AM »

It was by chance that he had seen her in the first place in Risk weeks ago. By chance he survived the encounter with her fury for a second time. The night that he survived a second time, he had kissed her hand goodbye as the lights in the club rose to mark the end of the night and the oncoming morning. He had left with his dignity and his dick still intact and even more erect than when he came. The young vampire had spent the rest of that evening thinking of how badly he honestly wanted to fuck her.

By their third meeting, chance seemed to be dwindling rapidly. He remained in the club for hours a night, blowing cash and cashing blow all for a glimpse of the Queen, a taste of her curves. And sure enough she would come in, drink her fill and seduce his eyes all over again, calling him without words to move her. Being the respectful young whelp that he was, the Prick gladly obliged. The two nearly lost themselves in the rhythm, casualties of the pulsing of the club. No ungentlemanly callers asked her to dance -- not while he was right there and those delicate hands of hers were threaded again into his hair, pulling at the roots. The ferral scents of sex and pleasure were enough to push at the seam of his jeans as her cruel lithe frame ground harshly into him.

Tonight was no different. It wasn\'t the first time that that tight little frame of hers twisted so savagely against him, bringing his physical desires to full attention and Nikolai knew that it wouldn\'t be the last either. Her teasing curves were less obscured than before -- more mouthwatering as well. She was the best at the art of seduction that he had ever seen. Better even than he was.

She was encased in a half-shell of smooth black leather, her neckline dipping nearly down to her navel, pushing those luscious mounds nearly out of the leather. She was laced front and back corset style, with plenty of skin exposed between the strings. That ass was wrapped so taut in leather, he wondered how she got into it. Now he could only think of getting her out as his hands settled low on her hips near that gorgeous ass. And as he stood there kissing greedily at her neck with trailing fingers at her waist, he found himself thinking of nothing but how to get her finally into bed.

Nikolai made no other forward move. She smelled like sex, and pressing against him like she was, she knew he was hard for her. The younger didn\'t even try to hide it, but rather enjoyed her sickening taunts. No smooth talking would get her into his bed, he knew that much.

Fuck her and be done with her already, a snarling hiss rose in his ear. Judas had been testy since they had re-encountered the Queen, never trusting anyone, especially not a cunt. She\'ll get old fast, her and that loose cunt. Nikolai, however, remained silent on the matter as he continued to move with Sonya\'s hips to the rhythm of the club, aggressively kissing her skin.

The Cedar Witch · « **Reply #1 on:** June 07, 2010, 11:26:34 AM »

By tomorrow she would be rid of him.

The ancient spared the prick nothing tonight, dressing with almost clear intentions and dancing with more cruelty than she had that first night she became reacquainted with Nikolai. Risk had always been her domain, and whether or not the younger one entered was entirely up to him. For weeks she had danced with him, waiting for the right moment to end this fucking game victoriously. She was growing impatient. Tonight she was warm with blood, nearly flush with the daily intake of life and she could have passed for a cool human. It was nearly arousing.

No other men in the club even approached the skill of dance he possessed, and the woman was appreciative for the change of pace. Where others would be falling over their own dicks by now, Nikolai knew just how to handle himself. It made her push harder to come above him, to assert herself as seductress. To spin a more complicated web than he could easily walk out of.

No one else even fucking bothered to approach her.

Her hands spent most of their time tangled in his hair or running over his chest as she moved, pulling him closer to her body with practiced, flawless movements. Lips brushed across his skin, almost hot with blood, teasing his neck and earlobe with teeth. She lost count of the number of songs they danced to that night, not that she was keeping track. Her kisses along his neck and jawline became gradually more demanding and fierce before she finally pulled herself close to his ear and whispered

"Let\'s get the fuck out of here"

and stalked abruptly away from him, toward the door, reaching for a clove in the process.

The Queen was smoking by the time she exited the club, pausing and turning toward the Prick before continuing behind him. In the short time that they had just reached his car, she had already discarded the clove in favor of a rough kiss. The car was fucking hot, sleek and black, pulling at her interest almost as much as the aspect of finally fucking this prick did.

She let herself into the car, eyes absorbing the interior with fierce interest, almost aching for the motor to fucking start already. And when it did she couldn\'t help but smirk widely. It didn\'t fucking matter where they went as long as it was in this car. It roared like a beauty above pulsing beat of Nine Inch Nails and almost drew a smile from the Queen\'s lips. Fucking hot. By the time it screamed out of the parking lot she was already anxious to see how well the car could really preform.

If he had even bothered asking where they were going, she would have answered him with a lusty "just drive" with a wild look in her eye. They tore through the city, and for the first time in awhile the Queen was content enough to be passenger without control over where the vehicle was going. She was not, however, content to remain seated in the passenger seat observing the passing scenery. The ancient moved from the leather seat just enough to ravage his neck with vicious kisses, dragging her tongue from the base to his jawline. Gradually she became more aggressive, leaning far over, hands wandering over his body with a demanding hunger.

Yes, she would be rid of him by tomorrow.

Saiketsu · « **Reply #2 on:** June 07, 2010, 11:50:21 AM »

Her lips on his neck, beneath his collared shirt. Her words pressing against his ear. That kiss had been the first time their lips had made contact in months and fuck, was it nice. He had never kissed a woman before that had been so rough, so delicious was the numbing taste of clove playing along his tongue and lips. It was exactly what Nikolai had been waiting for these past few weeks and he\'d be damned if he was about to give her up and play the gentleman.

Her hands wandered over his arms. Then down his leg, into his groin to caress his lukewarm cock through the fabric of his blackwash jeans. He began to shift more ferociously, groan with pleasure as her lips and tongue and teeth found his neck and jaw. The younger growlled with pleasure as she climbed closer and closer to him as he drove, his vision of the road becoming less and less as she seated herself on top of him. But that mouth. It was like kissing poison and he loved it, flooring it on the straight aways. His unoccupied hands slithered up her thighs and her waist, pulling her body on top of him. The blares from pissy drivers were drowned out by the booming of the sub woofer in the car, and neither of them took much notice of them as they kissed, tongues and bodies grinding into one another in the driver\'s seat.

Wave goodbye
To what you were
The rules have changed
The lines begin to blur
She makes you hard
It comes on strong
You finally found
The place where you belong

"Where the fuck am I going," he asked smoothly, breaking away from her savage teeth as she toyed with his piercing. Even with his dick so enflamed, he knew this city like the back of his hand. Any street would do and he would know where it was. He wanted her badly and there was no use trying to hide it while she straddled him. She just smelled too fucking good, laced up in leather, smothered in blood and the faintest traces of him from the club, potent with her own scents of lust, writhing above him.

With teeth.
Their lips connected again.
With teeth.
Another soft moan from her as she pressed into him enthusiastically, powerfully.
With teeth.
Another pulse of her dark, commanding aura.
With teeth.

The Cedar Witch · « **Reply #3 on:** June 07, 2010, 01:28:33 PM »

The woman was nearly on the verge of losing control of herself, forgetting the fact that she was playing a game. It had been too long since she had been filled with such desire, such heat coursing through her body. The fact that she had been feeding almost too well the past few weeks only intensified her arousal.

And the car--that fucking car.

It was only when she began to really become frustrated by clothing, and when the other immortal moved his lips away from hers to speak, did she finally get a hold of herself for a moment. Her eyes burned with want. She was going to fuck him and dispose of him, assert herself superior over him, make him beg and take what she wanted before finally being done with the prick. It took her a moment to remember that he had asked her a question, and the ancient returned her lips to his before she attempted to answer him.

Their kiss was fierce and she moaned into his mouth, breaking from his lips abruptly to move them closer to his ear. In a sultry voice she gave him the name of her street, returning her lips to his with more intensity than before. She didn\'t care how much she was showing that she wanted him. That was evident enough in the both of them. Nothing else mattered. Right now, it was imperative that these clothes came off, as soon as possible. Game or not. But she would win. Fuck him and be done with it.

Not that she wasn\'t going to enjoy herself in the process.

Saiketsu · « **Reply #4 on:** June 07, 2010, 01:44:50 PM »

Nikolai smirked cockily through the kiss at his partner for the night. She was fucking good at what she did. She moaned perfectly, kissed even better, moved her hands over him like it would make the car go faster. Yes, he would enjoy this fuck more than any other woman he had ever encountered. She was more worth his cock than any other woman he had ever met and he had fucked a lot of women. She was smoother, more elegant, more arousing than any other woman he had ever met. And for tonight, for a few hours she was his for the taking. The pressure on his body made him shift into a higher gear and push the car over one hundred miles per hour.

And about twenty minutes later, he pulled into the flagstone driveway that was the entrance to Awelfor Manor on Sonya\'s sultry command.

Until he parked the car and managed to pull himself out of the car, it never dawned on him where he was. No memories of any former nights rose in the forefront of his mind -- only Judas reminding him of his mission (he even made the suggestion that Nikolai keep the engine running, to which Nikolai did not oblige). He neither remembered anything about Laurent and his fucking little tricks, nor wanted to. The only thing he wanted was Sonya naked and screaming his name.

With a low growl of extreme pleasure, Nikolai pulled away from the woman again for the briefest of moments. "Lead the way, my lady." He said with a suave voice brimming of sexual desire and a garnish of arrogance.

The Cedar Witch · « **Reply #5 on:** June 07, 2010, 02:13:44 PM »

She exited through the passenger-side door of the car with more elegance than anything standing could have ever pulled off, closing the door gently behind her. Nothing in her steps suggested anything about the intensity of her desire, though she walked at an inhuman pace. She led the way to the door, which opened to her though the house had been empty for several hours. She did not turn to see if Nikolai had followed her.

If he thought that he was going to conquer her that night, he couldn\'t have been more incorrect. She wouldn\'t allow for that. It was her that would have control tonight, and she would make damn sure that she drove him mad with want before she even made any sort of move to ease desire. She could not allow the insult of last time repeat itself. Not without fatal consequences.

Just like their first encounter, she ascended the stairs with perfect grace and the air of a goddess. But before she moved farther down the hallway, she whirled around abruptly and pinned herself against him, lips moving furiously against his. Her hips assertively moved against him, as though they were dancing in Risk again, relishing in the feeling of his hardened cock against her.

Fuck him and dispose of him.

Eventually her back hit one of the doors of the two spare bedrooms, their hips still connected and moving with desire. She pulled away for a moment, eyes meeting his in hot acid lust. The door behind her opened without her physical touch, swinging soundlessly inward to reveal the bedroom that had been renovated since she threw him from her window. Her hands tangled themselves in his hair, fangs nipping at his bottom lip urgently.

Saiketsu · « **Reply #6 on:** June 07, 2010, 02:46:37 PM »

As hard as she had made him in his car, there was no fucking way he was going to ruin this chance. There was no Laurent to shift his moods, no tendrils of heavy blackness leeching into his thoughts and reactions. All of the arrogance and lust was his own, tainted not even by Judas who grunted and left the vampire to his dirty work for the remainder of the evening. He was going to enjoy this like he should have been able to the first time he had fucked her. There was no fucking way he would rush through this. She was a piece of perfection and he had every intention of savoring her tease and taunt, knowing that at least for the night it was only for him.

His thoughts were on nothing but her, despite being lead through the foyer with a large portrait of a mideval man hanging overhead accusingly. I\'m going to enjoy fucking your wife, he thought with a smirk as he passed underneath the glaring old man. Nikolai followed her with a bit of excitement in his step, pressing her against the wall of a bedroom upstairs with all of his weight. His lips worked madly over hers, his hips wearing deliciously into hers. Her body gave off immortal heat that he knew all too well, a scent that he knew even better, one that simply begged for fulfillment.

He grew harder, longer and begging for attention beneath his jeans as Sonya pressed herself there. The two caught eyes and Nikolai gave her an arrogant gaze that was notorious of the vampire, his features thick with the desire for her, though lacking anxiety. It was her move, her domain, and she was way too fucking good at what she did.

Nikolai groaned deeply as those fangs found his throat, pulling at the first layers while she weaved her delicate hands into his hair and pulled. He didn\'t even notice the bedroom door opening or closing behind them, nor entering it as he pressed himself to her. His hands slid down her waist and settled for a few moments on that perfect ass of hers, admiring it inwardly as he slid rough kisses down her jawline, the front of her throat and the beginnings of her collarbones. He latched on quickly to her windpipe before releasing her, driving a slight hiss from her violent lips.

Nothing else mattered. Not Laurent. Not Pierre. Not the Disciples and all the blow that he was responsible for selling that night. Not when the Queen was demanding him at full attention.

The Cedar Witch · « **Reply #7 on:** June 08, 2010, 02:13:03 AM »

Even though she hadn\'t been in the room since it had been renovated, the ancient took no time to absorb her surroundings. Her eyes were either closed, head tilted back as he kissed her neck, or drilling fiercely into his with sharp command. It didn\'t matter anyway, all of the furniture was in the same place, and it wasn\'t as though she wouldn\'t be able to find the bed without looking.

Her nails ran up his inked arms and down his chest, tracing the border between his shirt and pants lightly before coming back to his hair again. Her teeth found the base of his throat, gripping and releasing skin in gradual intervals as they traveled upwardly toward his jaw, only barely drawing blood. She could taste the want in him, acting as a catalyst for her own, and it increased the ferocity in her movements. Hands moved down his back and to the front of him, tracing that border of skin at his waist before casually moving back to pull at his hair as her teeth pulled at his bottom lip.

Despite how familiar of a situation as this was, the ancient was anything from bored. Her senses were reeling with blood-fed arousal, threatening to overshadow her carefully-constructed plan. She was torn between caring about winning and enjoying the hardest climax that she had in awhile. Humans just didn\'t fuck the same.

Taking measured steps backward as they kissed, the bed finally touched the back of her legs. The Queen wasted no more time, flipping him suddenly and moving the dance to the top of the bed. Like a predator she crawled over him, eyes thick with lust as her hands traced over his chest. Her lips suddenly changed pattern, feathering across his without meeting them with the ferocity that they had before. Hands worked slowly at the buttons on his shirt, without the tremor of need present, as her lips moved lightly against his neck. Her hips moved little as she straddled him, keeping herself above him enough to cause frustration.

By tomorrow...

Saiketsu · « **Reply #8 on:** June 08, 2010, 03:12:39 AM »

He knew the game well enough, having practiced it himself his entire life with hundreds of different others in dozens of different ways. Yet out of all of them -- the women at the very least -- Sonya was the best player he had ever encountered. She knew exactly where to place her hands, when to moan and how loudly, when to be vicious, when to let him work, when to rake her eyes over him. She knew how much to give him and how much to keep.

Her legs found either side of his hips and that warm core of hers settled so nicely on top of his growing erection, void of any kind of pleasureable motion. Nikolai resisted the urge to groan as her teeth began to widdle away at his throat, those delicate little hands taking good care of the buttons in his black silk shirt. Little by little she exposed his chest, her hands lingering evilly on the last few buttons of his shirt near his jeans. Her fingertips fluttered over the tender skin of his inner hips without relenting. Fucking cunt.

His hands slithered up her leather hips, slipping under her top until he was nearly gripping her sides with pleasure as she trailed those fangs around his neck. Nikolai groaned and arched his back up into her, pulling her hips downwards onto him. He felt her smile against his neck and casually oblige him before pulling away again.

She was wet, her animalistic scent only churning his own drive to plunge himself into her, and it was beginning to drive him insane with frustration that they weren\'t fucking yet. But Nikolai knew better than to make any attempt to take her how and when he wanted her -- no need to spoil the night so early, so soon after they had been newly reaquainted. He knew her better than she thought he did. She would just pull away from any attempt to dominate her; he wasn\'t stupid.

The silk had released his chest at least, her fingers still taunting the flat skin of his lower stomach, inches from his cock. He leaned upwards and allowed her to remove the shirt from his arms as he adjusted himself into a sitting position under her. His lips landed quite heavily upon her collarbones, scraping them with his fangs and scoring drops of ancient blood. Her hips settled again against his cock, her legs squeezing his hips and their lips connected in another wild kiss that drove him mad. Her nails carved into the flesh of his back and the younger vampire groaned loudly, the hair sticking up all over his shoulders and neck. She had found something.

The Cedar Witch · « **Reply #9 on:** June 08, 2010, 04:01:18 AM »

As his hands moved over her, she suddenly became aware of how saturated she had become. Still, without rush she worked, keeping her own arousal well controlled. This was her game, and she would not falter. The scent and taste of his blood was enough to make her dizzy with want, and when his hips rose to meet hers she did not deny him the satisfaction of a moment of contact. The woman smirked with teeth against his neck.

With every moan that pushed passed his lips, the more her body surged with hot want. As soon as his shirt finally settled to the floor, her hands devoured the exposed skin with sudden fierce interest. Her nails raked hungrily at the skin on his back, drawing a sudden noise from him that he hadn\'t expressed yet. It almost enthralled her, fingers suddenly flying to that area of his back to make their mark with bolder intentions. The woman grinned maliciously with a full set of fangs, pulling herself closer to him and seeking his neck with her lips.

Before she lost herself again, the ancient forced him down from the seated position he had momentarily taken so that she could remove his shirt. She wasn\'t about to give him any sort of opportunity. Her eyes gazed down at him with intense desire as she sat straddled above him, though her hips did not move.

Agonizingly slow--even for her--Sonya\'s fingers traced the lines of muscle on his chest, moving downward toward where her own hips were settled. She moved back up at an even slower pace, lingering at each nipple before almost carving a deep path into the center of his chest. In the back of her mind, she reflected on how easily she could tear his dead heart from his flesh.

Her wandering fingertips were soon replaced by lips, barely making contact with his cool skin as they moved slowly against his neck. With a controlled pace, the woman traced his jawline with her tongue, mouth watering for the taste of his blood. Resisting the temptation to sink her teeth deeply into his neck, her tongue traced down his neck to his collar bone. The paths that she had nearly cut into his chest before were revisited with the tip of her tongue in slow agonizing movements. By the time her mouth fiercely returned to his, her body was aching with predatory craving.

Saiketsu · « **Reply #10 on:** June 08, 2010, 04:32:31 AM »

He watched her eyes with fierce intensity as she ran her fingers over his body, enjoying the Queen\'s torture as his erection throbbed beneath her slight weight. The vampire groaned under her as her claws found anchor in the center of his chest, the fresh feeling of blood seeping to the surface filling him with ecstacy. She was way too fucking good at this. Her lips softer than they had been this entire night, made his abdomen tingle almost painfully with lust especially as she made her way down him. Before he could have the time to even imagine her sucking away on his dick, she was moving back up his chest, running that beautiful tongue over his nipples again. Something inside of him told him that Sonya had never sucked on a dick in her entire life, though it didn\'t stop Nikolai from wanting to change that fact personally.

A vague rememberance flicked over his mind as she ran her tongue over his body, distracting the man from his swollen prick for a moment or so. They had been in this situation before, he was sure. Her lips against his chest, laying on the bed, this exact position. It was a feeling not unlike deja vu. For a moment he expected to feel a wave of black hatred for her as she made her way along his body. It made him falter for the briefest of moments, even though Sonya never missed a beat.

She had returned to his lips just as before, that savage mouth pressing against his like she was dying for his fuck. He left her lips for a better spot on her throat, biting her at varying intervals with varying tenderness. His arms snaked around her back and began pulling at the laces that kept her from him. Not once did his fingers or his lips falter in their journey to get her undone, one step closer to the crest of their little dance. The laces were difficult, but manageable even while his mind was otherwise distracted by the woman on top of him. The garment released beautiful, the creak of leather filling the room with the sounds of their rustling on the bed. Nikolai ran his hands over the newly freed skin of her back, his fingers working with a bit more impatience to get her naked.

The Cedar Witch · « **Reply #11 on:** June 08, 2010, 04:56:56 AM »

The air at her once-covered skin wasn\'t nearly as satisfying as his hands, making each contact with flesh feel like an inferno. It reminded her so plainly of the last time they had fucked and how strikingly similar the situation was. But unlike last time, she allowed him to unclothe her. The leather garment fell from her to join his shirt at the floor, and for a moment the ancient pulled away from him. Her skin was almost flushed with the amount of blood she had consumed. The Queen was still pale and flawless, without mark save the quickly closing puncture marks of the other\'s fangs. As she leaned back into him, her body surged, almost dripping for want of more thorough contact.

Slowly she thrust her hips downward into him, her erect nipples brushing against his chest as she leaned forward. Her lips flirted within centimeters of his, teasing them with the slightest touch before pulling out of his reach for another deep thrust. Before either of them could enjoy the motion, she pulled away again and denied their hips the satisfaction of meeting while she teased his neck with her fangs. The frustration was becoming painfully evident.

The woman moved with perfect grace, as though this were a casual dance. Her hips moved back as she leaned into a sitting position atop of him, exposing her pale chest to the air. Her hands roamed over his chest again, tracing paths with fingertips slowly downward. They lingered lightly at the edge of his pants, as though she were hesitating. They moved in slow circles, occasionally drifting under the edge of the fabric, seeking new territory to explore. But before the ancient made any sort of move to unfasten that final garment of clothing, her hands took another slow journey across his chest.

Saiketsu · « **Reply #12 on:** June 08, 2010, 05:21:51 AM »

Nikolai groaned again as she pressed herself into him, a murmured "fuck" slipping out from between his lips as she tortured him longer. His hands slid easily up her warm flesh, resting on either sides of her ribs with an almost desperate grip. She was smooth, flawless in all of her motions on top of him. He was aching to screw her, aching for relief, the anxiety of desire now climbing up into his chest where her hands were sliding down, coyly hiding her own self from him.

The younger vampire lay there drinking her in in the pale light of the room. Her edges were painted with dim light, accenting the waves of her hair, the curve of her hips and the edges of those lovely tits. His hands found their way farther in towards her body, his thumbs massaging the very tips of her nipples as her hands fiddled with the skin on his lower stomach, his belt and buttons. He heard her moan under her breath and it proved to stir the man into a more passionate arching of his back into her, made his fingers move more slowly over her with pleasure. He left her breasts and let his fingers trail down the flat of her stomach before he placed his hands on the outside of her hips. Again his fingers took up to massaging the skin at the pelvic V of her waist. She moaned again, her hips stirring toxically above him.

He needed her naked.

His fingers made circles on her skin before gracefully moving down to the brim of her pants. Nikolai kept his eyes on her eyes as he tucked a finger under the fabric, curling it slowly against her lower navel, beneath her lingerie. He could feel the heat of her core radiating through her skin as she made another small noise at his intrusion. With painstaking slowness, he unfastened her pants and pushed back the zipper, the musky scent of her body seeping into the air between them. Nikolai smirked.

The Cedar Witch · « **Reply #13 on:** June 08, 2010, 06:03:23 AM »

She shivered slightly as his fingers brushed against the skin of her ribs, stomach, and hips allowing a small moan to escape passed her parted mouth with every movement he made. For a moment she was distracted from removing his pants as his hands began a journey of their own. Her fingers traced circles at his hips as she arched into him, fighting shivers of pleasure from running through her body. His hands felt like ice on the warmed flesh of her breasts as he worked her hardened nipples. The woman moaned again, finally unfastening his belt, buttons, and anything else getting in her way of what she wanted.

Instead of continuing, she was interrupted by the wandering of the other\'s hands, suddenly moving passed her leather pants and teasing her arousal-heated skin. Sonya let out a small, surprised moan that evolved into a pleasurable hiss as he unzipped the leather. She could feel herself almost dripping.

Her hands working slowly at his pants, leaving him for a moment to work them slowly downward until finally they were tossed to the floor. She took her time now, though her body was almost trembling with want for his cock. The ancient moved her hips away from his hands, inching herself downward and leaning forward to tear viciously at the open skin of his ribs. Her teeth eventually came to the indent of his hip, tongue flashing out to taste his skin. Slowly she traced a circle on that spot, waiting for his arousal to surge before she sank her teeth deeply into his flesh.

The ancient only took a mouthful of blood, growing almost frenzied by the taste of it. She ran her tongue almost gingerly over the puncture wounds before moving to his other hip. She almost repeated the act, but stopped abruptly before burring her fangs into his flesh. Instead, she planted a soft kiss against him, making a trail with her lips dangerously close to his hardened member before moving upwards. As the kisses traveled upward, they became more vicious, teeth flashing out as soon as they met his collarbone, daring to draw blood.

She was on top of him again, their tongues dancing and exchanging adrenaline-laced blood. The Queen was becoming impatient.

Saiketsu · « **Reply #14 on:** June 08, 2010, 03:12:31 PM »

His fingers burrowed into the blanket of the bed as her teeth found anchor in his skin, his hips nearly jolting upwards into her. His "fuck" became louder, and much clearer as she sucked so close to his lead singer, tasting his adrenaline-laced blood. If she kept her mouth there for too much longer, or moved it about two inches farther, she could have easily tasted his cum as well. The thought was maddening.

She slid up his chest and his hands were immediately at her waist, helping her unfastened pants down her legs as she moved higher on her, then onto the floor with the rest of the clothing. It was the hardest he had been in years, feeling her smooth, hard legs on his, her pussy hovering over the head of his dick, dripping her musk slowly onto the bed. It was all he could smell, her sex. She was naked, dripping, and waiting to be pleased. And better yet she was his for the night.

But the vampire didn\'t jump at his first chance. Nikolai let his groin tremble with the oncoming excitement for moments longer as their bodies ground harshly together and their mouths danced. Lavish kisses he worked down her neck and onto her breasts, taking one nipple at a time into his mouth and he turned her over on the bed. She was going to get fucked alright. He lapped his tongue over her, enjoying how hard she was getting at his massaging mouth. He loved that moan, waited for it to pass once, then twice before switching sides. Her nails dug into his sides, raked across the flesh on his back until he groaned out of pain and pleasure, but it wasn\'t enough throw him off of his target.

The vampire didn\'t stop, even after she moaned slightly louder, but moved his lips down her flesh. His eyes remained lifted between the flat of her stomach and the edges of his face. Downwards he trekked viciously, enjoying her writhing body under his mouth and teeth. Down, far below her hips to her hairless little mouth, succulent and musky. She was fucking dripping, alright, the scent so intoxicatingly close as he pressed his lips against her lips and dove his tongue deep into her. Her instant reaction only made him move slower, dragging his lips and tongue through her moistness, flashing over her clitoris with such skill to make her shiver. Nikolai smirked to himself, savoring her fluids on his lips and tongue before resurfacing to just below her hips. The Prick placed himself on top of the Queen, a position he knew he wouldn\'t remain all through their dance, but one he relished nonetheless.

His lips, tainted with her taste returned to hers as he ground himself into her, wanting the sign to fuck her finally and get this torture out of the way. Sonya tasted of his blood. They were sharing each other for a few brief hours before the sun rose.

The Cedar Witch · « **Reply #15 on:** June 08, 2010, 03:59:40 PM »

She allowed a small, pleasurable noise surface as he flipped her onto her back, and the ancient allowed it without protest. Bare skin against hers sent tremors of desire through her body, his mouth coaxing another series of moans from her lips as she tore into his back. The growing intensity of her arousal caused her to writhe, hissing with impatience as his mouth moved slower than she wanted it to. Desire now governed her movements, and as his teeth tore at her flesh she arched her back and gripped the sheets at her sides. But it was his tongue meeting her cunt that made her almost gasp in surprise--it was something she wasn\'t accustomed to. Men, in her experience, were more interested in burring their cocks, not their tongues into something wet. But this was completely different.

When his tongue moved over something that had not been given attention in quite some time, the woman was caught between being paralyzed and shivering in pleasure. She tore at the sheets with her nails, writhing beneath him like a creature in pain. Her hissing became more insistent, almost as though she were trying to hold back, and when his lips returned to hers she couldn\'t decide whether to be disappointed or relieved. The movement of her lips became more demanding. The mixture of his blood from her mouth and her taste on his was unbearably intoxicating. Her nails tore into his back with frustration as their hips met again. She had to fuck him.

In one smooth movement, the Queen reclaimed her throne atop of him. Her hair hung like a curtain around them as their tongues danced, and dragged against his chest as she tore viciously at his skin, downward to his hips. Her hands snaked their way to his back, ripping downward as her lips made their journey back up to his neck in rough kisses. She could feel herself seeping against the skin above his groin, making it slick. As fucking bad as she wanted him, the woman practiced restraint as she moved above him. Her hips moved with skill, brushing her hot sex against the very tip of his cock in light thrusts.

For a fierce moment she made eye contact with him, almost daring him before she met his mouth with equal intensity. During that moment, she had forgotten the game, lost in her own desire and dripping with it. She moved over him again with the same practiced restraint, with the same tease and the same dare in her eyes.

Saiketsu · « **Reply #16 on:** June 08, 2010, 04:26:45 PM »

Those eyes. Sexier than any woman he could have ever imagined. She was a monster, a black widow spider calling to him to fuck her hard, to give her everything that he had. He could feel her sweet cunt smothering him and didn\'t bother hiding his arousal at her teeth and lips anywhere near his skin. His gentlemanly restraint, however, was beginning to become a handful for him to handle. Nikolai wasn\'t sure how much longer he could hold out against her seductive, trembling forces. The younger vampire groaned as her nails tore gold into his flesh, forcing him to thrust up into her. He craved her, and was becoming impatient that one set of her lips weren\'t sucking at him yet, no matter which one.

Nikolai smoothed his hands out over her hips, spreading her legs wider. She was open to him, vulnerable to his penetration like she so wanted this entire night. All he had to do was enter, his path lubricated with enough foreplay to soak a slide. He wanted it, plunging waist-deep into her core, making her scream his name as she rode him to their crest. He wanted to fuck her until she bled, screaming his name in ecstacy, wanted her nails exposing his muscles to the air and staining the bedsheets with his immortality and sex. His lips at her collarbone were rough, biting into the hard warm flesh and quickly releasing to get her blood dripping on him as well. There was time, he knew, to taste her climax as well.

With one fluid motion he guided her willing hips downwards, slipping himself so comfortably inside of her juicy walls. They moaned loudly in unison. His entrance was seamless and taut, his thickness a perfect fit for her hot gorge. Her body was more than accepting as she forced her weight down onto him, finding a better fit. Their waltz had begun.

The Cedar Witch · « **Reply #17 on:** June 09, 2010, 01:50:46 AM »

She took him in greedily, body molding to the shape of his cock the instant he entered her. The Queen had seemed to have forgotten the game, how much she vowed to make him beg before even allowing him anywhere near her hot core. Desire drove her, just as desire drove her to feed. It was the final instinct to control her actions, assuring that the Queen got what she immediately wanted. And right now, that was the friction of hardened flesh against her slick sex. Not winning a pissing contest and getting rid of someone who didn\'t mean anything more to her than a nice hard fuck. She would always be a slave to desire no matter how much control she boasted. But that didn\'t fucking matter right now.

After the initial contact, her hips gained control of themselves and began a rhythmic dance. Slowly she thrust downward, feeling the entire length of him. She pulled up at an even slower pace, threatening to break the contact that their bodies had just achieved. Her eyes met his in a haze of want as she thrust downward, leaning back into him and dragging her fingertips over his chest. Yes, this was her throne. Leaning over him she pulled up again, pressing her lips to his neck as she almost pulled completely away from him. With the same sadistic motion she glided down, grinding her hips against his as she devoured his length. She repeated the cruel act several times before gradually increasing the pace. It was beginning to frustrate her, though she only sought to frustrate him.

As the tempo increased, her vicious teeth brushed against the skin of his neck, collarbone, and chest. Every so often a moan would break passed her lips as he thrust into her. She gripped his shoulders, drawing blood and drawing him further into her. Each time she leaned into him, her nails drew deep lines into his chest, the intoxicating scent of his blood quickening her speed. She would be rid of him tomorrow, but tirelessly now they danced into the night.

Saiketsu · « **Reply #18 on:** June 09, 2010, 07:28:59 AM »

His body fell into rhythm with her hips, sliding into her as she forced herself onto him. A loud hiss broke from his lips in increasing frequency the farther she built him up. The scent and sound of their connection filled him, made him want to fuck her more, harder. He wanted to flip her over and make her nearly cower beneath him, regardless of how much he was enjoying the show of having her covet his dick. But her hips were riding him so well, better than any woman in his past had ever done, those beautiful moans pushing him further to climax.

Heat racked his chest, reaching through him from his groin and clawing like the bitch\'s nails on his bare chest. Their hips moved faster and faster, his grnuts and moans becoming louder, his curses becoming more satisfying the closer he came to spilling himself in her. He wanted that squeeze, that disasterous pulling of her organs on his prick, her voice in his ear moaning his name as she let herself go at last. Like music, a fucking crescendo off the edge of oblivion.

He could feel himself climbing quickly as her hips keep moving, faster and faster. His stomach was slick with their fucking, her juicy cunt slathering his groin with fluid as she slid faster onto him, pleasuring the both of them. He loved a woman who knew what the fuck she was doing in the sack. Her mouth was breaking free with far less variety than his, a strong "yes" breaking from her every now and then with increasing frevor, spoken lowly and pleasurably. His hips thrust harder, aching to break her of that hard shell of hers like he were peeling away her leather. Nikolai gripped her hips with an urgency he didn\'t bother to hide, even as he lost himself inside of her wetness with a satisfied groan of release.

The Cedar Witch · « **Reply #19 on:** June 10, 2010, 01:44:03 AM »

It was all predictable: the need, the build, the moaning, push and pull, the build, wanting in and wanting out at the same time, and finally release. She knew the game well, exactly how to dance, how hard and how fast, when to give and when to take. Like feeding, it was the most basic of acts: fulfilling a need. As routine of an act as it was to fulfill desire, the Queen preformed without a hint of monotony. She fucked like sex was an art, sheets were canvases and cum and blood were paint.

Her breathing was ragged, matching the frenzied tempo of their hips. As slick as their bodies were, she assured to never miss a beat, anchoring her nails into his shoulder and pulling as he pushed. A hiss pushed passed her fangs as each wave of build ravaged her, and she raked at his back mercilessly. The blood running over her fingertips was an aphrodisiac to the ancient, meeting the scent of their sex as though the two were destined to mix. It was intoxicating, pushing her farther to the edge the more he thrust into her core. She gripped almost desperately at him, as though pulling through his muscles would make his dick reach farther.

The closer she came to release, the louder her hissing became, sounding from behind clenched teeth and held breath. Her eyes were hard and glaring, not out of anger but out of want and restraint. She refused to be reduced to a begging, blubbering whore regardless of how good anyone fucked. The ancient could feel an electric build inside of her, waiting for her to allow it to rupture. As he released himself inside of her that build did break enough for her pulsing body to grip tightly at his cock. Her fingers buried themselves deeply into his upper back as she leaned forward and anchored her fangs into the base of his throat.

Saiketsu · « **Reply #20 on:** June 10, 2010, 02:16:43 AM »

A snarl broke free from him as her vicious fangs found his throat, spinning him into pure esctasy as he came faster. Tiny hairs on the back of his neck prickled as her fangs lodged themselves in his jugular, a wonderful mixture of animalistic heat and cruel frigidness as she took from him. Yes, she was the best he had ever fucked. Nikolai made no effort to curb the curses and hisses that broke from his chest as they descended. He rode out the waves of their orgasm harder, pushing himself into her harder still as she tasted his, sucking savagely at his bleeding neck. Thirst began to build in the back of his throat with the blood that she took from him. Beautiful sounds echoed from her throat as she took what she wanted from him, a sort of moaning.

Nikolai made no effort to bite her, letting her take what she wanted while he sat back and enjoyed her. His hips moved with as much ease as before, his own cum now acting as lubricant as her cunt swallowed him whole and spat him back out.

Their dance didn\'t stop even as they descended from their peak, a new cycle of want for her to moan, to drip, and squeeze him all over again beginning again as her fangs released his flesh, his blood dripping down her lips as she looked at him with sultry, predator eyes. Nikolai smirked cockily at her, forcing his mouth onto hers and tasting his own blood. She began to moan as their song changed and their rhythm picked up anew. He saw no end to her in sight. Not until the sun rose at the very least.