Something awoke. A thing that had always been on the fringes of her senses, but never had sought the prime and centre spot of the light shining on it. Her anxiety did peak, but it was soon swallowed, the usually reserved and calmly still, Seraphine, sank under the rising current of the huntress within.
They fell against something, or she had pulled them, it didn’t matter. The pressure of his body over hers, that delicate squeeze and press, soon shifted into her elevation. Feet left the ground as layers shifted, her hands returning the rise in urgency by slipping and snagging themselves around the hair, tugging and pulling him closer. Pinned, between him and the wall, the first grounding of his pelvis a tantalising prequel to what could be. Her mind hazed, the hunger returning the restrictive dance he began with a breathy needy groan. Words were not required, for Sera, they were unobtainable as she became swept up in the sensations, the position all unfamiliar, new, and overwhelming.
Yet it did nothing to deter her, only spurned the animal within to want more. She craved it, his warmth, his blood… his life... and when his mouth found hers, solidified the dark resolve overtaking and driving her. She answered any question unclearly, a soft gasp here, a hummed moan there, but the woman never pushed him away. Her hands simply trailed through his hair, along his back and downwards, growing in surety with every pass.
Sera was a mere puppet, watching as the hunger acted on its own, silencing her under the flooding endorphins. There went her first kiss, stolen by a bard in an alley. An exciting, if scandalous tale, but no-one needed to have known. Fogged, she may not even recall it fully in the after. His tongue flickered against hers and she responded in turn, inexperience quickly following his earlier ministration, sweeping around to taste him. Not enough to sate, a mere appetiser to what dwelt under the surface of his skin.
She succumbed to the dark. Mind muddled by the mixture of sweat and scent, the intermingling of damp rain, spices and wood smoke, a concoction she had to fully experience. A sudden, cold focus rose above the increasingly frantic dry rutting between them when she went to bite down. His hand pressed silk against her, the delicate, delicious friction causing her to bite down harder, fingers clawing and clenching what skin she could hold, brace herself on. He thrusted upwards at just at the perfect moment, the enamel breaking through to let red gold spill.
@Yoonjie
They fell against something, or she had pulled them, it didn’t matter. The pressure of his body over hers, that delicate squeeze and press, soon shifted into her elevation. Feet left the ground as layers shifted, her hands returning the rise in urgency by slipping and snagging themselves around the hair, tugging and pulling him closer. Pinned, between him and the wall, the first grounding of his pelvis a tantalising prequel to what could be. Her mind hazed, the hunger returning the restrictive dance he began with a breathy needy groan. Words were not required, for Sera, they were unobtainable as she became swept up in the sensations, the position all unfamiliar, new, and overwhelming.
Yet it did nothing to deter her, only spurned the animal within to want more. She craved it, his warmth, his blood… his life... and when his mouth found hers, solidified the dark resolve overtaking and driving her. She answered any question unclearly, a soft gasp here, a hummed moan there, but the woman never pushed him away. Her hands simply trailed through his hair, along his back and downwards, growing in surety with every pass.
Sera was a mere puppet, watching as the hunger acted on its own, silencing her under the flooding endorphins. There went her first kiss, stolen by a bard in an alley. An exciting, if scandalous tale, but no-one needed to have known. Fogged, she may not even recall it fully in the after. His tongue flickered against hers and she responded in turn, inexperience quickly following his earlier ministration, sweeping around to taste him. Not enough to sate, a mere appetiser to what dwelt under the surface of his skin.
She succumbed to the dark. Mind muddled by the mixture of sweat and scent, the intermingling of damp rain, spices and wood smoke, a concoction she had to fully experience. A sudden, cold focus rose above the increasingly frantic dry rutting between them when she went to bite down. His hand pressed silk against her, the delicate, delicious friction causing her to bite down harder, fingers clawing and clenching what skin she could hold, brace herself on. He thrusted upwards at just at the perfect moment, the enamel breaking through to let red gold spill.
Fuck yessss…fell as a whisper, mumbled before her body went rigid. Her eyes, already faded from the curse, now assumed their full shift. Gone, was any tether of control over the monster lurking in the shadows of her mind. She unlatched her mouth only to immediately bite him again, her adjustment offering better control when she came to drain him of everything. The surge of power that came with that first few drops fuelled a strength that would catch him off guard, switching their positions so he was now the one pinned against the wall.
@Yoonjie
11-12-2024, 11:12 AM
