Brief insanity overwhelmed her. The Curses song had bewitched her, locking sense away behind the overriding taste of him.
Drink, echoed like a command within her mind, and even when her meal was torn away from her she first whined with the loss. Why did it taste almost like lyrium? Then rage flooded her, offering resistance to the hand holding her against the wall with a mixture of snarls and grunts. Her feet shuffled across the alley’s surface, trying to gain leverage while wild eyes darted between food and the fool interrupting her.
And then she saw his eyes, through the strands of dishevelled and tousled hair. The same familiar look. The need rising in him. Sera seemed to briefly still, her attempts appeared to wane under his strength, but she was studying him, his stance, the tension in his shoulders. She smirked, but then it quavered slightly. Sera suddenly felt… aware of something else. For the first time her magic felt like the common background hum, that comforting presence at the edge of her senses that she could call too. It caused her eyes to widen briefly, chest tightening in grief of the years spent with only a mere trickle of sense.
The twinned predators gazed back at one another and as he commanded her to spit out the chunk of bard. Sera tensed, a hot shudder ghosted across her with how his sensually low tone tried to coax her. Playfully, she made a point to roll the piece in her mouth around before spitting it out, the hauntingly dark gleam still fixing him firmly in her sights.
The approach of his hand was the opportunity she needed. Her blood thrummed with magic, a wave of it exploded, causing the lights overhead to flash brighter, illuminating the space in white light in an effort to dazzle him. His grip loosened, Sera kicked back off the wall to grab him, a surge of ancient power more than doubling her strength as she attacked anew. One found his hair, angling his head while the other gripped his shoulder to support her efforts. She had enjoyed the kissing… and he smelled delicious, even in the rain…
It wasn’t her best, her inexperience obvious at the first moment but it wasn’t her objective. Her bite to his lower lips in the next was hard enough to split skin on the first go, greedily swallowing what he’d denied her with Yoon.
Only his blood felt different. Sweeter. Euphoric, and as she breathed through her nose, the dancer moaned. Fingers clawed at the collar of his robes, pulling him into her and back against the wall, the memory of Yoon erased the second her tongue tasted Malik’s blood.
@Malik Vrai
Drink, echoed like a command within her mind, and even when her meal was torn away from her she first whined with the loss. Why did it taste almost like lyrium? Then rage flooded her, offering resistance to the hand holding her against the wall with a mixture of snarls and grunts. Her feet shuffled across the alley’s surface, trying to gain leverage while wild eyes darted between food and the fool interrupting her.
And then she saw his eyes, through the strands of dishevelled and tousled hair. The same familiar look. The need rising in him. Sera seemed to briefly still, her attempts appeared to wane under his strength, but she was studying him, his stance, the tension in his shoulders. She smirked, but then it quavered slightly. Sera suddenly felt… aware of something else. For the first time her magic felt like the common background hum, that comforting presence at the edge of her senses that she could call too. It caused her eyes to widen briefly, chest tightening in grief of the years spent with only a mere trickle of sense.
The twinned predators gazed back at one another and as he commanded her to spit out the chunk of bard. Sera tensed, a hot shudder ghosted across her with how his sensually low tone tried to coax her. Playfully, she made a point to roll the piece in her mouth around before spitting it out, the hauntingly dark gleam still fixing him firmly in her sights.
The approach of his hand was the opportunity she needed. Her blood thrummed with magic, a wave of it exploded, causing the lights overhead to flash brighter, illuminating the space in white light in an effort to dazzle him. His grip loosened, Sera kicked back off the wall to grab him, a surge of ancient power more than doubling her strength as she attacked anew. One found his hair, angling his head while the other gripped his shoulder to support her efforts. She had enjoyed the kissing… and he smelled delicious, even in the rain…
It wasn’t her best, her inexperience obvious at the first moment but it wasn’t her objective. Her bite to his lower lips in the next was hard enough to split skin on the first go, greedily swallowing what he’d denied her with Yoon.
Only his blood felt different. Sweeter. Euphoric, and as she breathed through her nose, the dancer moaned. Fingers clawed at the collar of his robes, pulling him into her and back against the wall, the memory of Yoon erased the second her tongue tasted Malik’s blood.
@Malik Vrai
11-13-2024, 01:04 PM
