Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Jan 29, 2019 9:02:22 GMT
Chidera looked at him and listened to his heart under her ear, she felt odd at being thanked but wouldn't brush him off again and instead just nodded. When he changed the subject she laughed and nipped his chin. " yes they don't have to all be tonight either I have tasted of your fruit and wish to eat more"
Drawing patterns on his skin with her nails she smiled as the urge struck to tease him before he could catch hold her she was under the sheets and plying him with kisses and nibbles. Her eyes peeking up at him from under the fabric catching what little light there was since they had turned the electric oil lamps down to soft glow.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Jan 30, 2019 14:18:23 GMT
Well damn he thought as she danced right to over around and all but through the length of him. He was accustomed to being the partner teasing more. He tended to have a few extra rounds in the chamber as he was so rarely near the actual act. It was clear she was enjoying herself as he met those warm brown orbs as she glanced up and out of the silken sheets. Her eyes caught and reflected the light from somehow magnifying it. And in that moment, he knew why so many fell to the embrace of the kiss. There was something so humanizing as he caught her eyes. He knew she wasn’t bespelling him or bewitching him. Yet there was power there. A thrumming humming livewire. Through it he was enlivened. He sprang near fully formed in her hands.
" More please indeed…" he intoned breathfully.
Urging her forward he knew he would be honored t e here again. She was however a woman of her word and the only honest vampire. So, it was a fait accompli and then some. But that was a story for another time in the now the only thing important was insuring she did sample his wares again and he hers.
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Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Jan 30, 2019 22:41:00 GMT
She knew her skill and was while passionate and through careful with such delicate treasure. She felt the tug on what was probably the soul or thing that made her alive when the sun left and swallowed it down before it got too out of hand. She would not look away he deserved her bravery in the moment and she had told her self she would give him what he needed. At current that need was to feel secure in their care of each other.
His words left her grinning as his eagerness pleased, dallying just a bit longer she found her place above him and settled. Kissing him softly again, and murmuring sweet nothings in a mixture of French and her mother language which oddly flowed together well. Most of the french he would probably get and were mostly just exclamations of need and pleasure. As so it began a new their dance....
Fade to black
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