[ Shivering at his touch, she curls in to smell his blood through his skin. When he says he denied another "vampire" the right to bite him, she flushes hot with pleasure. ]
A very good answer.
[ And with that she bites, slow and easy, her fangs gentle parting the skin with a sizzle of sensation. She settles in as his blood swirls over her tongue and down her throat. ]
[It's been too long. He tilts his head back to bare more of his neck to her, his pulse fluttering with excitement that she can taste. Being bitten by her is always an intimate act for him, but especially in this position, it's deeply sexy.
Even if he could hide his arousal - not likely, both because of her being able to taste his feelings and the fact that she's perched on his lap - he wouldn't bother.]
[ The taste and echo of his desire and the feel of him against her and having denied herself so long, all of that rushing into her makes her moan, unrestrained. One hand curls in the hair at the back of his neck and the other teases his sensitive wings, the only thing she wants in the world is more of him. The blaring siren of her instincts puts gleaming red-gold streaks in her silvery hair, which match her flaring eyes. ]
[ But she can't take too much blood, she wants him safe and she wants him to take her to bed. So she withdraws and licks at the punctures as the blood flow trickles to a stop. ]
[ She leans back to favor him with a sultry glance, and then she leans forward to kiss him -- almost. Their lips brush as she speaks, stopping just shy of a real kiss. Teasing, of course. ] Either we need to go to bed immediately, or I can taste more of you right here -- only if you'll feel ready again soon enough, because after we make a nest I desperately need you to fuck me on it.
[ His wings and her transformation and his reaction to her bite have her mating instincts screaming and that means dirty talk, sorry not sorry ]
[ But she does reach for his left hand and thumb over his ring affectionately ]
[He doesn't stifle his moan as she continues to tease him - couldn't if he wanted to, truly. When she speaks to him it takes him a second to respond, dazed as he is.]
The bed, I think, would be the best choice.
[He has been known to get tired early, tragically.]
[ Tragic indeed. He'll have to make the time worthwhile, then. Which he always does. ]
[ Smiling against his mouth, she steps backwards off his lap, grabbing a hand to tug him to his feet -- and then into a steamy kiss. Call it motivation. ]
[He doesn't need any coaxing, kissing her deeply the moment his lips touch hers, devouring her like a starving man. He doesn't have the same instincts she does - at least, not more than a human's primal drives - but he needs her.
His wings flutter behind him, curling and uncurling.]
[ Whatever mixed feelings Aliza has about being inhuman, in this moment she wants nothing more than the ability to access this form more often, damn. Having him hot for her will never, ever get old. ]
[ In fact, she'd love to say the hell with a nest and just yank him into bed and let him start tearing this leather and mesh getup off her. But if they do that then they'll never get the square done. ]
Grab some extra blankets, lose some clothes and meet me in bed. [ She swoops in to snatch another kiss before pulling back, her hands trailing down his chest as she backs off. ] My prompt says 'sit on someone' and I'm damn well going to do it.
[He sheds his clothes in record time - no thought to sexy stripping, but maybe the way he's worked up makes up for it. That done, he gathers a handful of soft, warm blankets and spreads them out over the bed for them, adding pillows after to make a comfortable nest.
In other situations, in a pile of blankets he'd love to cuddle and then nap, but right now sleep is the last thing on his mind.]
[ Aliza watches him do all this from the corner of her eye, occasionally glancing over with a pleased smile. The way he's worked up is indeed lovely to see, and she's planning to make the condition worse before it gets better. ]
[ She used the time to place a few pillows in a strategic pile, one of them rolled up and tied with pillowcases. An improvised wing pillow. ]
[ When the nest is sufficient to satisfy the card, she rolls into a reclined position with wings outstretched and, grinning impishly, tugs on the front lacing of her bustier just enough to untie the bow. And she crooks and finger at him. ]
[ She lifts herself to meet him before he can settle, taking in those fanned out wings before her eyes slide shut to kiss him with the sort of unrestrained impatience she reserves for him alone. One hand finds the back of his neck, the other his chest where it slides down to his stomach, then to his hip. ]
[ And then she moves with enough speed to hopefully surprise him, turning them so she can throw a leg over him and look down on him from above. Either he can sit with his back against the pillows or lay back onto her improvised wing pillow, it couldn't matter less to her as she lowers her hips so she brushes against him... still wearing undergarments, purposefully. Absolutely teasing. She did say she'd sit on him. ]
[ But she leans down again almost immediately, long silver hair flowing over her shoulder to whisper over his skin. ]
This isn't how I pictured our night ending, but I think I like this better. [ Her wings stretch to their full length in emphatic agreement. ]
[Surprise very much successful. There he goes, onto his back splayed out against the pillows. He doesn't hide a groan when she brushes against him, fabric against heated skin.]
I-I find myself in agreement.
]He reaches to try to help her the rest of the way out of her bodice, if permitted.]
[ She helps him untie and unhook the bodice and shimmies her shoulders so it slides off, then promptly loses interest in the thing. Instead she leans down, her skin against his chest, and slides her way up until she can kiss him again, full and passionate. She won't tease too much (probably) but it's her nature, it can't be helped. ]
[ Her wings flutter a bit, inviting him to return the favor if he likes. ]
[Absolutely perfect. He strokes her wings from the outside to where they meet her back as he returns the kiss in full, hoping to tease out moans from her that are louder than his own. Not that he's embarrassed to be loud, but he does so like to see her enjoying herself.]
[ She doesn't moan but she does purr, in such a way that invokes a predatory feeling, and she wraps around him if the sound wasn't clear enough. ]
[ Her arm slides around his shoulders and then she sits up, hoping to tug him to sitting as well. And then wrapping him up further, her legs curling around his hips to cross at the small of his back with absolutely no mind that there's still a few scraps of clothing that need removing. Her wings too fan around him, as if staking a claim, and if his wings bump hers then the bony hook on the tip of hers traces down the edge of his, another point of contact. She wants all she can get. ]
[Those few scraps of clothing are important and highly annoying, and when Doctor sits up, he lifts one of her legs to try to work her underwear down her body without his torso in the way. He's not opposed to the contact - far from it - but he's not that patient, please.]
[ She huffs a bit at his efforts, something close to a laugh. And then she reaches down between them and uses her talons to tear the cloth from her body. That's how much she desires not to peel away from him, not for a single moment. ]
[ Her legs squeeze them close again, and this time she does moan as she slides against him -- not quite what he's seeking, but enough contact to flush her silvery skin. ]
[ One of these days she'll lay off enough to let him tease her properly without becoming impatient himself. Not with harpybrain + instinct surging through her. ]
[ But she can tell how near the end of his rope the poor man is, so no more torment. She allows him to shift her as he needs, tilting her hips to make it easier and then using her legs to pull him into her fully in one slick movement. ]
I'm just enough [ she murmurs against his mouth, and then her hips move. ]
[He rocks up into her as she moves down onto him, pressing him deep inside her. Now that she's finally done teasing him, the feeling of heat and connection is overwhelming. He presses kisses to her neck and shoulders, leaving soft red marks in his wake.]
[ She isn't going to tease but she's not going to hurry either, shifting against him at an even but indulgent pace. Head thrown back so he can do as he likes with her neck, she shakes out her long hair, which now has an ombre effect going from silver-white to deep red. ]
[ Reaching over his shoulder, she teases his wings at the spot she knows is most sensitive. She promised nothing about not being incredibly thorough. ]
[She's allowed to do as she likes now that he's inside her. He muffles his moan into her neck before moving to suck and nibble on her ear, one hand on her hip to steady her and another to stroke one of her wings.]
[ This time she moans as well, unrestrained, from his touch and from being lost in that way only he seems able to do. It's not only the wings, or her own transformation, it's feeling safe and accepted and wanted. ]
[ Her back arches as her hips rock faster, sending her wings snapping out straight back. The sound she makes is strangled, but unmistakably a pleased growl. ]
[She's beautiful, stunning in every way, and her body fits his perfectly. He presses kisses to the tips of her wings, somewhat muffling his own moans.]
[ Her wings flick at his touch and kisses, curling around him almost possessively. If he looks back at her face, he'll see her red eyes have gone bright and gold. ]
[ She gives him a long, breathless kiss while the small of he back flexes to tilt her hips, making her moan against his mouth. Then she places a hand on his chest and pushes him, aiming to get him on his back on her improvised wing pillow. If he goes, he'll find her demeanor shifts -- wings flaring, back arching, hips swiveling, gold eyes burning down on him. The pitch of her voice lifts by quick degrees, sounds of pleasure echoing through the room in time with the rocking bed. ]
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A very good answer.
[ And with that she bites, slow and easy, her fangs gentle parting the skin with a sizzle of sensation. She settles in as his blood swirls over her tongue and down her throat. ]
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Even if he could hide his arousal - not likely, both because of her being able to taste his feelings and the fact that she's perched on his lap - he wouldn't bother.]
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[ But she can't take too much blood, she wants him safe and she wants him to take her to bed. So she withdraws and licks at the punctures as the blood flow trickles to a stop. ]
[ She leans back to favor him with a sultry glance, and then she leans forward to kiss him -- almost. Their lips brush as she speaks, stopping just shy of a real kiss. Teasing, of course. ] Either we need to go to bed immediately, or I can taste more of you right here -- only if you'll feel ready again soon enough, because after we make a nest I desperately need you to fuck me on it.
[ His wings and her transformation and his reaction to her bite have her mating instincts screaming and that means dirty talk, sorry not sorry ]
[ But she does reach for his left hand and thumb over his ring affectionately ]
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The bed, I think, would be the best choice.
[He has been known to get tired early, tragically.]
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[ Smiling against his mouth, she steps backwards off his lap, grabbing a hand to tug him to his feet -- and then into a steamy kiss. Call it motivation. ]
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His wings flutter behind him, curling and uncurling.]
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[ In fact, she'd love to say the hell with a nest and just yank him into bed and let him start tearing this leather and mesh getup off her. But if they do that then they'll never get the square done. ]
Grab some extra blankets, lose some clothes and meet me in bed. [ She swoops in to snatch another kiss before pulling back, her hands trailing down his chest as she backs off. ] My prompt says 'sit on someone' and I'm damn well going to do it.
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In other situations, in a pile of blankets he'd love to cuddle and then nap, but right now sleep is the last thing on his mind.]
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[ She used the time to place a few pillows in a strategic pile, one of them rolled up and tied with pillowcases. An improvised wing pillow. ]
[ When the nest is sufficient to satisfy the card, she rolls into a reclined position with wings outstretched and, grinning impishly, tugs on the front lacing of her bustier just enough to untie the bow. And she crooks and finger at him. ]
Come here.
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[He happily settles over her, arms on either side and wings spread out over her like a canopy as he seeks another kiss.]
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[ She lifts herself to meet him before he can settle, taking in those fanned out wings before her eyes slide shut to kiss him with the sort of unrestrained impatience she reserves for him alone. One hand finds the back of his neck, the other his chest where it slides down to his stomach, then to his hip. ]
[ And then she moves with enough speed to hopefully surprise him, turning them so she can throw a leg over him and look down on him from above. Either he can sit with his back against the pillows or lay back onto her improvised wing pillow, it couldn't matter less to her as she lowers her hips so she brushes against him... still wearing undergarments, purposefully. Absolutely teasing. She did say she'd sit on him. ]
[ But she leans down again almost immediately, long silver hair flowing over her shoulder to whisper over his skin. ]
This isn't how I pictured our night ending, but I think I like this better. [ Her wings stretch to their full length in emphatic agreement. ]
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I-I find myself in agreement.
]He reaches to try to help her the rest of the way out of her bodice, if permitted.]
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[ Her wings flutter a bit, inviting him to return the favor if he likes. ]
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[ Her arm slides around his shoulders and then she sits up, hoping to tug him to sitting as well. And then wrapping him up further, her legs curling around his hips to cross at the small of his back with absolutely no mind that there's still a few scraps of clothing that need removing. Her wings too fan around him, as if staking a claim, and if his wings bump hers then the bony hook on the tip of hers traces down the edge of his, another point of contact. She wants all she can get. ]
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[ Her legs squeeze them close again, and this time she does moan as she slides against him -- not quite what he's seeking, but enough contact to flush her silvery skin. ]
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You are - far too much.
[He grips her hips to try to pull her onto him properly.]
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[ But she can tell how near the end of his rope the poor man is, so no more torment. She allows him to shift her as he needs, tilting her hips to make it easier and then using her legs to pull him into her fully in one slick movement. ]
I'm just enough [ she murmurs against his mouth, and then her hips move. ]
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[He rocks up into her as she moves down onto him, pressing him deep inside her. Now that she's finally done teasing him, the feeling of heat and connection is overwhelming. He presses kisses to her neck and shoulders, leaving soft red marks in his wake.]
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[ Reaching over his shoulder, she teases his wings at the spot she knows is most sensitive. She promised nothing about not being incredibly thorough. ]
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[ Her back arches as her hips rock faster, sending her wings snapping out straight back. The sound she makes is strangled, but unmistakably a pleased growl. ]
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[She's beautiful, stunning in every way, and her body fits his perfectly. He presses kisses to the tips of her wings, somewhat muffling his own moans.]
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[ She gives him a long, breathless kiss while the small of he back flexes to tilt her hips, making her moan against his mouth. Then she places a hand on his chest and pushes him, aiming to get him on his back on her improvised wing pillow. If he goes, he'll find her demeanor shifts -- wings flaring, back arching, hips swiveling, gold eyes burning down on him. The pitch of her voice lifts by quick degrees, sounds of pleasure echoing through the room in time with the rocking bed. ]
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