Fangs for everything....
WHO: Gar and Izabela WHERE: Iza's Trailer late Thursday night WHAT: A booty call goes... strangely. WHEN: Last night WARNINGS: NC-17 for cross species nookie. STATUS: Closed and complete OOC Notes: Gar misses his Friday Shift at the Hootchie Tent and is MIA Saturday as well.
Izabela could honestly say that she understood what Sioux meant about being a jealous a jealous cunt. As much as she liked to think and say that the mess with a certain ridiculous demon didn't still bother her...it did. It had been nice to have someone pay her attention and appreciate her differences and unique qualities, both in appearance and otherwise. It had made her feel like she was on top of the world, to be entirely honest. And then, in a blink of an eye, it had all been over. It wasn't pleasant. And now the shoe was on the other foot when it came to being jealous. Not that she wasn't happy for Sioux and what she had with Cassidy. It was just difficult not to be envious of it all. To try and distract herself from it, though, she'd been spending a lot of her free time just wandering around the carnival to get to know people she hadn't yet met and to catch up with those she hadn't talked to in a while. It was better than sitting around in her trailer alone and getting stuck inside her own mind, wrapped up in her own thoughts. That particular evening wasn't any different. Once she was finished in the freakshow tent, she'd traded out her costume for the evening for a more casual tank top with comfortable jeans. Leaving the tent, she adjusted to the change in scents as she made her way onto the midway.
She let her curiosity take her around, taking in the sights and sounds. Different vendors caught her eye and she took in a few of the later shows in the main tent. And all the while she wasn't concentrated on anything other than simply enjoying herself. Izabela undoubtedly had a smile on her face as the night started to wind down. The marks were leaving as the early morning hours started to creep in, and stands were being closed and broken down for the night. With her hands casually slung in her pockets, she made her way back toward the trailers, not really expecting anything else other than settling down for the night. But as she got closer to her trailer, she picked up on a particular scent. One that she'd followed in a game of hide and seek and one that had flooded her senses in the aftermath of that game. It was Gar. She kept walking until her trailer came into view and, lo and behold, she saw him lingering around outside. Interesting. She tried to keep herself out of his sight for a few long moments, wondering just what he was doing there. But after that, she walked up, seeking to get his attention. "...are you looking for me?"
Gar had gotten off of work at the Hootchie tent and since none of the girls had offered any physical tips, he was still looking for a roll in the hay. He'd been on the way to his trailer when he'd encountered, perhaps not by accident, Iza's trailer. He grinned, he paused and went up to the door, and put his ear to it. He listened. No sound came from within. He growled. She was out, still working no doubt, or perhaps she was out with another suitor? He growled again. They weren't a couple, but he still was disappointed that she wasn't there when he came by. He lingered around the door of her trailer for a moment longer, then turned around and looked around the general area. No one was here now, most were already away for the night. He thought about perhaps returning to the Midway to seek out some straggler that had lingered too long. Gar stuffed his hands into his pockets and turned to head back toward the MIdway.
He'd been listening at her door? Odd. She wasn't sure what to make of it, though it had to have some measure of interest in it, right? From the way she'd heard him growl, Gar didn't seem pleased that she wasn't there. Interesting. Izabela still lingered, waiting to see just what he'd do. Apparently he hadn't heard her, so she tried again, making it a point to walk into his path as he started back in the direction of the Midway. Coming to stand right in front of him, she stood with that cool confidence, though it was laced with curiosity. Curiosity over why he was there. His presence wasn't unwelcome, of course. Not at all. "Are you looking for me?" she repeated her earlier question, a bit of a smile on her lips as she waited to see just what his answer would be.
Gar was heading off on his way when suddenly someone was in his path. He looked down and immediately the scowl on his face evaporated. Iza was standing in front of him. Busted. He was certain that she had been watching him linger around her trailer like a hungry dog, but he didn't care right then. "Good evening Izabela..." he said in that deep and rumbly tone of voice. "I was on my way to my trailer, and I thought I would check on you." he said smoothly and then gave her a warm smile as he looked down at her, and the clinging outfit she was wearing. He realized that she was so beautiful that she could wear burlap and look like a queen. "How are you this evening.? he asked her and then leaned against the door of her trailer and crossed his arms over his broad chest.
Well, it was nice to see that her presence made that scowl go away. Yes, he was busted. But it wasn't as if she didn't want him to be there. Far from it, really. She'd been wanting for company, and Gar's company was certainly enjoyable. Not to mention it was intriguing and flattering to see him linger around her trailer looking for her. "Good evening to you too." She was glad to see him smile. It looked much more at home on his features than the deep set scowl he'd worn not moments before. It was just nice, and her smile brightened in return. "I'm just fine. I was just taking a stroll around the Midway to clear my head." She drew a little closer, though not by too much. Hands settled on her hips as she looked up at him. To be honest, just looking at him made her think that thoughts about him had also been a good distraction from her envy. "And you? You didn't look too happy just now..."
"Thinking about what?" he asked her with a cock of his head to the side a bit. He didn't like being the focus of conversations, and preferred to keep it on her if possible. "Perhaps can I help you. I'm a good listener." he said slowly moved a hand away from his side and reached out to pat her gently on the shoulder. "But if you don't want to share your troubles with me, I will understand, and I won't be upset by that. I'm a closed up book myself, I don't tall much about myself to anyone." he said quietly. "If someone is bothering you... I would want you to tell me so I could take care of it." he said and settled his eyes on hers, and waited for her answer.
Though she'd asked about him, the focus had been shifted right back to her and what had been occupying her mind. He was offering to listen to what she had to say. Though, to be honest, she didn't think that she could tell him the whole of things. Wouldn't it have been awkward if she mentioned being jealous of Sioux? Izabela really didn't want to put herself in the position to find out, So as he looked at her like that, she reasoned that she could talk about half of what had been on her mind and it wouldn't cause any harm. "...well, the direct source of what I've been thinking about has already been taken care of. He's not here anymore." She tucked a bit of her hair back, still looking up at him. "Maybe we can go inside and talk? And I don't think we ever got around to having that tea last time you were here." She didn't see anything wrong with that. And having someone to listen would be a nice change of pace.
Gar nodded and stopped leaning and stood up straight. "I would love to come inside." he said in a quiet deadpan tone of voice. Again, he wasn't expecting anything more than conversation, but his hopes were certainly thinking way beyond that. He noticed with a quick laugh that her trailer was back on the stands once again. He would really have to try to not do that again. "I don't know what it is about me, but women all want to offer me tea and conversation..." he said and laughed a bit louder this time as he waited to follow her into her trailer.
He may not have been expecting anything other than conversation, but it wasn't at all far-fetched to say that he could very well get far more than that. Izabela had enjoyed their last encounter immensely. It was impossible for it to be any other way, really. The bit of a game had been enjoyable. And the sex? Completely mindbending. Her trailer had even been knocked off the stands a bit. She would have been crazy to not wish for a repeat. "Maybe it's just a pretense to get you inside for other sorts of things," she offered with a bit of a chuckle, moving to open to door and step up into her trailer so Gar could come in. "...or maybe tea and conversation just go together quite well and you're a good listener." She set her keys down on the counter, turning back to look up at him, that smile still adorning her lips.
Gar followed her into the trailer, ducking to clear the door way, like most that were far to short for his oversized form. He noted was still as he recalled it, neat and with a welcoming mood that he found he really liked. He quietly closed the door behind him, and with a quick flick of his fingers, he set the lock on so that no one would be able to enter unannounced and unexpected to interrupt what ever might be going on later. "What sort of tea do you like to drink?" he asked quietly as he made his way to sit at the table and stretched out his long legs under it. It felt good to sit down, some times more than others. There were rare days where he truly seemed to feel just how old he was, even if he wasn't really aging, or deteriorating with time.
She still felt bad that he had to duck in order to get in the door. But as it was, her trailer wasn't made for someone of Gar's size. Hopefully sitting down would be more comfortable for him. She didn't miss the fact that he'd locked the door, though she didn't comment on it. After all, if things took a similar turn to their last encounter, it wouldn't have been good to have someone drop in unexpectedly. "A few different kinds," was her answer to his question. "Jasmine is my favorite, though." Looking back at him, her head tipped to the side the slightest bit in curiosity. "Do you have a particular kind you like? I have quite a few."
Gar wrinkled his nose at the mention of Jazmine tea. "I don't like the floral sort. Just plain black or green is fine with me. I guess I am completely old world in my likes in beverages. In fact, I haven't had a decent home brewed mead in a several hundred years..." he said casually and then gave Iza a warm smile. Thank you for inviting me in. I'm sort of embarrassed for being caught sneaking around your trailer." he said and gave her a bashful sort of smile. "I'm supposed to be a lot more stealthy than that after all this time."
It was hard not to chuckle the slightest bit. "Somehow I imagined that the floral types wouldn't be among your favorites." It would have been surprising if he'd shared the same taste, actually. "There's nothing wrong with being old world. Can't say I know anything about it, but that's just me." His smile earned him one in return. "Well, I'm kind of glad I caught you. I've been wanting to spend time with you again." She turned back to the cabinets, opening one to retrieve the boxes of tea. Once they were set out, she put water in the little electric kettle she had. "But if you are more stealthy next time, I can try and find you. We both know I'm pretty good at hide and seek."
Gar smiled at Iza upon hearing she was glad to see him again. He could sense that maybe it was for more than just sex. That would be different for him. He didn't think of himself as quality boyfriend material after the failing with Sioux. That had made him realize his methods and thoughts on relationships were far outdated for this current time and place. Perhaps it was time to try to learn how it worked these days. But then, he wasn't exactly hurting for sexual partners and conquests, so why change up a winning record? He didn't realize how long he'd sat there pondering all of this when he blinked out of the fugue and smiled at Iza. "Hide and Seek again? I would offer to find you, but I'm not sure I would be as successful as you were with me."
She wasn't lying when she'd said she wanted to spend time with him. Gar's company was...well, it was different. Yes, the sex had been amazing. Better than she'd had ever, really. But there was just something about him that made it easy to pass the time. He'd made her feel important. Not to mention unique and beautiful. And coming off of a stint with a particular demon...it was nice to feel that way and nice to know that someone thought she was something other than ordinary. Something worth stopping and looking at. "I could go easy on you," she said with a bit of a chuckle. "Or maybe leave a trail of breadcrumbs, so to speak." Still keeping her eye on the kettle, she went about finding mugs for the tea as well as sugar and spoons, just in case. "Either way, you'd get to choose the prize."
At the mention of him getting to choose the prize for the contemplated game, he gave that dark snort of a laugh of his. "I can be greedy. You should be careful of what you offer this Celestial Renegade." he said and wiggled his eyebrows at her, his bright green eyes shining brightly. "Or, we could find another game to play. You could pick the new challenge." he said and reached a hand out to take hold of one of hers. He laced his fingers between hers and stroked his thumb across the back of her hand. "So soft. I don't recall feeling such soft skin in a long, long time." he said quietly.
"Should I? I don't know...I guess that would depend on what exactly you're being greedy for. There are certain things I don't think I'd mind you being greedy for." His eyes were bright, not only with amusement but also with something more than that. Of course, they weren't as luminous as they had been in the darkness of the woods that night, but it was still something to look at regardless. "How about this. I'll try and think up a new challenge that caters to your strengths. And once you win, you get to choose the prize." Sounded entirely fair to her. And undoubtedly fun. But her mind was taken off the topic of games and challenges a bit when he reached out to take her hand. It was easy to let his fingers lace through hers, and the gentle stroking of his thumb across her skin brought a soft smile to her lips. "Have to keep myself appealing, I suppose. Soft skin to distract somewhat from the scales."
"I like everything about you Bella, smooth and scales." he said and slowly pulled on her hand to draw her closer to him. He continued to pull until her face was inches from his. He continued to look her directly into her eyes and smile. "You are so beautiful. So striking. So enchanting. I'm not a mortal, but I fall weak under your gaze, your touch, your smile." he said quietly, and anyone that knew him, would be able to tell that he was being sincere, and not only attempting seduction.
She didn't fight him when he pulled her in closer and soon enough they were close enough that there were mere inches between their faces. Dark eyes were entirely level with his bright green ones and she didn't look away. The words he spoke were familiar. She'd heard them before from different lips as she looked into a different pair of eyes. There had been no way to tell if Adrian had been sincere in his compliments or not...no way to know if she'd been so taken with his words just because of what he was and the sway he had over people. With Gar, though, it was different. Maybe she was just impressing her hope, but the words seemed truly sincere. "...you really know what to say to a girl, don't you?" The smile on her lips had not faded. Not in the slightest.
"I can't speak to you in order to just bed you." he said honestly. "Your eyes hold a fire of truth and a lack of deception in your eyes. You would see through anything I said to you that was lust motivated. I find you captivating. Intelligent, refined. That is rare in this crude, dusty and dark traveling show, or the world as a whole. It is not you that will do as I like, but I will do as you desire." he said in a low, breathy tone and his eyes never blinked, nor moved from remaining locked with hers. He gave her hand a squeeze then lifted it up to his lips to kiss the back of it.
A fire of truth and a lack of deception in her eyes. That was a first. Though, he was mostly correct in saying she'd see through words only motivated by lust. Mostly being the operative word. She pushed those thoughts, aside, though, focusing on what else he had to say. And to be entirely honest, the words were like music to her ears. Captivating. Intelligent. Refined. A bit of a flush came to color her skin as he went on, intensifying as he squeezed her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. "Wow." Perhaps not the most eloquent response she could have given, but it was at least honest. She hadn't been expecting to hear all of those things. "No one's ever said that to me before. Not like that. But you're not like everyone else...and I like that." She couldn't really help herself then, taking it upon herself to lean in and press a kiss to his lips. It was soft and inviting, albeit brief. But only so she could say one thing. "Thank you."
Gar closed his eyes when she moved in for the kiss. It wasn't totally unexpected in that moment of honestly, but it was indeed welcomed. He sucked gently on her lips until she pulled back from him and whispered her thanks. "You are welcome, I want to thank you as well, for being so welcoming to me. I know I am a rather rough, and imposing thing to welcome into one's space. I don't have many friends, but I have had many lovers. I find now, I am more content with the more friends I am able to gather. Sex is easy to get. Trust, and true friendship is much harder to find, and cultivate." he said, then leaned in to kiss her softly. When he pulled back, he held his forehead against hers. "I would be so content to sip your tea, then just fall asleep with my body wrapped around yours. I ache for companionship in the dark of the night more than anything else on this planet."
"You don't have to thank me, it's okay. Most everybody deserves to have someone be nice to them, right?" She felt that way most times, of course. In a world that had been unaccepting of her for so long, she thought it best to try and accept other people. Most especially now that she was near so many others who were different as well. "That sounds nice...it was nice the last time too. You were so warm and all. And it felt good to be held." She smiled softly. "I'm not going to send you away or anything, so if you'd like, you're more than welcome to stay. And neither of us have to spend the night alone."
"I'd like that very much Iza, to stay here with you. Not many here know, or would dare to guess that I don't sleep well alone. When Sam was here, I never slept so soundly. There is no substitute to knowing that as you sleep, there is one beside you that can protect you from all of your enemies, and you can protect him as well. I live in fear. I am hunted. He is hunted. I think perhaps he left to protect myself, and himself. Two of us in one place makes for a good alliance, but a much larger target." he said, then realizing he was rambling, and perhaps opening up a bit too much, he went quiet for a beat and smiled at her. "I prefer to not sleep alone I suppose is what I am trying to say."
It was pleasing to hear that he wanted to stay, of course. But as he went on...well, it was the most she'd heard him say about himself since they'd met. Things about protecting from enemies and being protected. He was living in fear? He was hunted. She looked a bit confused as he spoke. Confused and yet also concerned. Though it likely wasn't at all on the same level, she had lived in fear herself. "I'm sorry that Sam left. Being alone isn't good. Especially if you lose that sense of security." She smiled some in return, though. "You won't be sleeping alone tonight, though. I promise."
Gar continued to smile at Iza, and then leaned closer to her to place a soft, and deep kiss on her lips. He touched his forehead to hers again, and whispered against her lips. "I know I will be safe in your arms, in your bed. I worry for the thing that tries to come for me when I am with you. I know that beneath the smooth skin, and warm heart, you have fangs that can be lethal." he said, then winked at her. "Feel free to drag them across my hide anytime you like..."
Of course, she didn't protest when he kissed her again. It was soft but deep, and she gladly kissed him back. How could she not when it felt so good? His mention of lethal fangs had her chuckling the slightest bit. "I can be lethal when I want to be, yes. It's helpful." Not that she went around using the gifts she had that were capable of killing. They were used when needed. And in the case of the fangs...perhaps a bit more than that. "Oh? So you like that sort of thing?" A bit of mischief lit up in her eyes. "I'll have to remember that. It isn't often they get that sort of reaction." She moved away then, though only to lean against the countertop. Out of his reach...for now. "Maybe before we fall asleep we can see how much you like it?"
That dark chuckle erupted from Gar at that playful offer and he slowly got up to his feet and walked, stooped over because of the low ceiling. "I'm gonna hide, you seek, but this round will be much easier." he said as he walked past her, and reached for the bottom of his tee shirt, pulled it up over his head, then dropped it on the floor behind him as he slowly walked toward the back of the trailer. His body was covered with those odd stripes of red, black and white, and under that, running from his shoulders, down his back, down the backs of his legs to his ankles were faint tattoos of two beautiful wings. As he neared the bed, he paused and leaned one hand on the wall while he lifted up each leg one by one, and pulled off his boots, and let them fall to the floor in two heavy thuds.
It seemed another game of hide and seek was in order. She honestly hadn't been expecting that when he got up and came closer. Before there was even time to respond he was walking past her. Her eyes followed, of course, paying particular attention when his shirt was removed and dropped on the floor as he kept going. The different colored stripes still piqued her curiosity. And beneath them still...the markings that looked like wings. Were they tattoos? She'd never asked. Whatever they were, they were unique. Something to look at, certainly. Izabela followed after him, albeit slowly. "Hm, this round was quite easy," she said, voice amused as she found her way to the back of the trailer. "But I still maintain that you should choose the prize." Her hands settled on her hips as she watched him and yes, her eyes did explore the upper body he'd left bare. "It's only fair."
Gar thought about that offer. Now with both boots off, socks discarded, he was standing there only in a pair of dark jeans. He moved his hands to the waist to slowly unfasten the button and zipper as he thought about that. "What prize would I want that I could not win easily on the Midway?..." he mused quietly. He pushed the top of his jeans down slowly, until they were hanging very low on his hips and he paused there. "I hardly know what to ask for.... I would like to think I've seen, and done it all. Perhaps.... I would like to be proved wrong... That would be a wondrous prize indeed."
She stood her ground, simply watching him as he considered her offer. It really was only fair that he got to choose the prize since she'd been given the choice the last time. Her eyes followed the movements of his hands as they pushed those jeans of his until they were riding low on his hips. "Hm...well, there are quite a few ways to fulfill that request, I would think. Considering that you're with me and I'm rather certain I'm one of a very rare breed, if not the only one of my kind on this earth." She moved closer to him, though didn't touch him. No, she simply walked a slow circle around him, her arms coming up to cross over her chest. "Do you really not have anything more specific than that in mind? I'd like to think the sky's the limit for the winner's prize."
Gar was trying now to think of something to request, but he was now so focused on what would be happening soon, he couldn't think much past just falling down into her bed, and going at it. He didn't want to do that though. Well, he did, but he wanted to have it be more than that. She was worth more than that. "I could lie on my back, you could blindfold me, and .... see what happens next." he said with a tilt of his head as he thought about that, then grinned wider at her. "I like surprises that come in such beautiful forms..." he added and waited for her response.
"That can be arranged," she responded with a bit of a smirk. There was undoubtedly a shine of mischief in her eyes and for the first time since entering her trailer, her tongue flicked out to taste the air. She'd been able to sense his scent before, of course, but the tongue always made scents more potent. As it was, she just took a moment to enjoy what was, quite simply, the essence of Gar. "I'll try and make it a nice prize for you. Wouldn't want to disappoint..." Izabela took a moment to see if she had something suitable to blindfold him with, looking about in a few drawers before producing a simple black silk scarf. "Sit down on the bed for just a second. Sadly I can't reach to blindfold you from all the way down here." Her chuckle was playful, of course. Once he'd done so and she had the scarf tied in a way where he (hopefully) couldn't see, she leaned in to press a deep kiss to his lips. Pulling back just the slightest bit, her lips lingered slightly against his as she spoke. "Alright then, lie down."
Gar sat there patiently as she blindfolded him and felt a thrill run through him like an electric charge. This was exciting, an unknown change in the usual way things went. "I can't see anything, very well tied." he said then gave a chuckle as he reached his hands around behind him to feel what was behind him before he laid down on his back on her bed. "Mmmmmm... Soft and comfy. I could just fall asleep right here, right now." he muttered softy. "Dark and warm.... This is so very nice." he said and then folded his hands under his head for a pillow and took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. "Ready when you are...."
"You could fall asleep, yes, but I wouldn't suggest it. Not just yet." There would be plenty of time for that when they were finished. And if things went on much as they had the last time...well, it'd be a while. She waited for him to get comfortable, weighing the options of what she could do. First things first, however, she removed her tank top first, tossing it aside somewhere. The air was a bit cool on her back, though she imagined she wouldn't be cool for long. With telltale grace, she moved up onto the bed as well, though she settled herself to the side of him to start. Her hands, on the other hand, saw fit to explore, running over his shoulders first and then down his chest, taking extra care to trace not only the hard lines of his muscles, but also the stripes of color on his skin. "Did I ever tell you that these markings are very interesting?" Her touch was meant to be soothing as well as teasing. "They're...primal, in a way."
Gar gave a slight flinch when her fingers brushed across his warm skin. He grinned wide and slowly ran his tongue over his lower lip as he listened to her speak. A shiver followed when her fingers traced along the garish stripes and discolorations on his body. They never went away, but sometimes they changed position, and occasionally, a new one would be added to the tapestry. "Interesting...." he repeated and listened to her every word, the faint sound of her breathing. "Primal..." he repeated again, and gave a dark chuckle. "I am older than Primal. I am older than just about everything. I only feel that old on bright mornings when I've been up too late the night before."
Her eyes were intent on him, watching for what sorts of reactions he'd give. Positive or negative. Hopefully they'd all be positive. It wouldn't be much of a prize otherwise, now would it? "Yes, well, even if the life I've lived thus far is a bat of an eyelash compared to yours, I still find you compelling." She slipped a leg over him, effectively straddling him before leaning down to kiss her way up his chest and his neck, coming to stop just below his ear. "...and I can't help a certain...animal attraction." She gave a bit of a hiss that sounded entirely serpentine before kissing back down his neck, letting her fangs drag along the skin a bit. Not enough to truly hurt, but certainly enough to feel.
Gar's mouth opened only at the feel on her mouth on him, then a soft moan came from his lips when she let him feel the drag of her fangs on his skin. Movement and arousal stirred down lower. "Mmmmm..... Feels so good. Feels so dangerous. As old as I am... I've never felt anything like that before. I never let anyone with sharp teeth get that close to me, and I've met Lilith." he said with a dark laugh. "She got a bad wrap." he added then licked his lips again. His heart rate was picking up, blood charging through his veins. He was lucky she wasn't a blood drinker, he would be a tasty sitting duck of a snack.
She couldn't help but smirk a bit against his skin when she heard that first moan. Apparently the use of her fangs was something that he enjoyed. She'd have to remember that. "These fangs hold no danger for you. But if I can make you feel good with them, then all the better." She didn't drink blood or feed off living things. And her venom was only used when entirely needed so he had nothing to worry about. Izabela continued her path further down, going so far as to bite at his skin a few times, but not in such a way as to cause actual injury. Then she sat up, brushing her hair back and out of the way. "Is there anything in particular you want from me? All you have to do is ask."
HIps were rolling, grinding against each other. Both mouths were open to allow the pants, and groans of pleasure escape freely. Gar was still blindfolded, and his hands now tied at the wrists and fastened to the head of Iza's bed. He was naked except for his stripes, sweat and Izabela's body locked onto his above. Little rivilets of blue blood trickled down from his ribs to mix with the moisture on his skin and continued down into the material beneath him. Iza had set her fangs to his skin, but no harm other than a few stinging cuts to elicit gasps of surprise and pleasure from the bound angel. "Harder.... Fuck me harder. Bite me again..." he gasped and writhed underneath her as she rode him eagerly.
It hadn't been difficult to allow things to move on to a much more heated place. With her above and him below, bodies moved together...hips rolling and grinding. Izabela tossed her hair back, looking down at the hardened body beneath her. Blindfolded still and with his wrists tied and bound to her headboard, he couldn't see her. But she was more than sure that he could feel every little thing that was going on. Her eyes followed the slight trails of blue along his skin that mixed with his sweat. Blood, she presumed, from the small bites she'd placed along his skin. What he asked of her made her smirk. Who was she to say no? Most especially since he seemed to like what she'd done thus far. She moved back in, placing a hand on either side of him on the bed. The rhythm of her hips grew rougher as she rode him. Harder. And even as she moaned at the sensation of feeling him more, her lips lowered to his skin, kissing down his neck to his shoulder where she placed another bite. Fangs broke skin easily, though not enough to truly damage. Just enough for pleasure and surprise.
"Ugh!" he moaned and his body arched underneath her as her thrusts onto him increased in pace and pressure. When the bite came, he shuddered, a shiver ran throughout his entire huge frame. "Oh yeah..." he panted. She was dangerous, perhaps deadly. He had no idea if her venom could kill or maim him, and the unknown was a powerful aphrodisiac indeed. "I'm yours.... All yours..." he moaned and seemed to be enjoying the position of not being the one on top, the one in charge for the first time. Something about her had made it so easy to surrender control and pace of the sex to her. She probably had no idea what this meant to him, and how unique this sexual dalliance was. He would be back, for more. A lot. He wanted her to rule him, and ruin him. Decadence and blasphemy in the most beautiful of forms.
Her pulse was a wash of sound in her ears and the heat of things had cast a flush along tanned skin. All she could focus on was how everything felt. The feel of him deep inside of her, that telltale ruse of being in control of things...if her mind could focus long enough, she could likely think of a thousand adjectives to describe it all. But as it was, all she could think of was one word. More. "Mmm...all mine? I like that..." Her words were slightly husky with lust and hunger. Everything together made her feel more in touch with that wild and untamed side she was often told she possessed. A hiss escaped her lips, mingling after into a deep moan. "Damn, you feel so good..." She could feel herself drawing closer to that peak as she rode him, ever eager. Eager for more and eager for the measure of pleasure that only he could provide.
"I want.... I want to... come... with you.... Biting me." he gasped in staggered words timed with his rapid breathing. "Fangs in, poison me...." he asked her, hoping she would grant him a dangerous edge to the carnal act. He wanted to know. Just how immortal was he, really? Could she kill him? Could she wound him? He was at that point in life, his very long and lonely, bitter life that if he were to die and finally return for judgement and punishment from the Throne, what better why to go then while fucking your brains out with a beautiful demon woman? "I give you... permission... do it.... I know you want to..." he grunted and as he neared his own climax, he waited, every nerve on edge and his heart hammering in his chest from the adrenaline rush that was building with the unknown, and the anticipation.
She could feel it, that warmth and fire building deep in her stomach. The way her body begged for release. And though her mind was clouded, his request of her shot through that. He wanted her to bite him...with venom. It was a dangerous request, to be sure. Her venom was made to kill. Then again, Gar was a creature that had been in existence for a longer time than she could even fathom. Perhaps she wasn't deadly to him like she was to lesser creatures. To be honest, Izabela didn't know what to do. Part of her was trying to be rational, and yet part of her wanted to give in and give him what he wanted. It was an intense battle of desires within her mind, but with her mind clouding further with that haze of pleasure, the rational side was overlooked. She could feel the venom begin to coat her teeth. Her hiss was sharp, but not nearly so sharp as when her fangs broke skin as she bit down into shoulder, right where it met his neck. Releasing the bite, she licked her lips, waiting to see what exactly she'd just done.
He was ready, and he wasn't, for the bite. He was rolling his hips, grinding himself up and deep into her warm, wet body. It was pleasure beyond compare, and then... There came the sting, the pain, the excruciating burning in the side of his neck where her fangs penetrated him like his body was penetrating hers. His back arched, and he pulled on the ties holding his hands as his vision through closed eyes went white. His body arched and as he climaxed and called out admonitions in a tongue dead for many eons, her venom was returned in exchange. Pain from the point of puncture was like liquid fire. His skin was on fire where her fanged kiss had landed and he could feel the poison rushing with his blood through his body. He gasped and felt it start to over take him. A numbness spread from his shoulder across his chest down his torso, over his brain, over his eyes, across his belly and down lower. His thrusts stopped, he shuddered and laid there, with this eyes closed and a pressure on his chest that threatened to smother him. He couldn't speak, he could barely breathe. He was paralyzed, held prisoner by scarves and poison and her weight upon him. "Ah... Ah..." he managed to pant, and that took all the effort he could manage.
She watched him intently, hoping in the back of her mind that her bite wouldn't do him any harm. He was ancient and powerful. Far more powerful than her, surely. Her concern conflicted entirely with the euphoric pleasure still building in her body. As Gar's body arched and those words in an unfamiliar tongue fell from his lips, she knew that he'd reached his climax. And even with her worry over what else would happen because of her bite, there was no way to hold her body back from her own climax not long after. She shuddered as it shot through her, all heat and electric pleasure. But once she'd rode it out and her mind began to clear it became more than obvious that something wasn't right. He'd stopped moving altogether and his breath sounded far more labored than before. The pants were short and sounded like a struggle. She moved to get off him, immediately going to untie his wrists and remove the blindfold. "Gar? What's wrong?" She wasn't sure that he'd be able to speak, but if he could, it'd be a huge reassurance.
Gar's arms fell down limply from where they had been restrained by the silk ties on her bed, and he felt the blindfold pulled from over his eyes as well. He wanted to take a deep breath, but it was hard, so much effort. Everything was fuzzy, and warm, and echoing in a strange way. He could hear his heartbeat so clearly, slower than would be expected after such a successful rut. He knew his body was hot from the effort and exertion, but a chill was washing over him. Eyes, he wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't. He was so tired all of a sudden. So worn out. He felt like every cell of his body was made of stone. Too much, too much to lift an arm, a finger, his eyelids. He heard a voice. Soft, but still, there was something urgent about it. Was he supposed to answer? His head was swimming. No wine had ever affected him like he was feeling now. Question? Was that a question? It would be impolite, and disobedient not to answer. "Uhm...." he managed, and focused on hour he could feel the exchange of air in and out of his lungs. Slow, heavy, effort needed. There was no fear however. He couldn't move, he could barely breathe or form complete thoughts, but there was no fear. He smiled.
There was concern written clearly in those dark eyes. She regretted not listening to that voice of reason in the back of her mind. Her venom had done something to Gar, that was more than evident. But she didn't know what. He'd sounded like he was in pain before, but now he wasn't moving or even making a sound. Something could have been going very, very wrong with him and she had no way to know. She looked down at him, waiting to see if he could manage a verbal answer. But what she got wasn't even a word. There was a smile on his lips, though. He was happy? "I...I don't know what to do..." Her venom didn't have an antidote. It could either kill him, or continue whatever effect it was having until it took its course through his blood. He was an angel. She couldn't kill an angel...could she? Her hand ran gently down the side of his face in a soft caress, though the gentleness didn't at all reflect the sense of panic in her mind.
Hands on the sides of his face. That soft voice again, and even in the poisoned euphoria he was in, he could tell she was worried. He had to let her know he was stunned, but he wasn't dying. It didn't feel like death anyway. There was no pain, no panic. It was wonderful, relaxing. Cleansing. Perfect. He had to let her know he was OK, but how?
He could smile. He could feel those muscles move, so he forced it to be. He forced the muscles in his face to obey his wishes, and the smile remained, and grew wider. He focused, tried to reach her mind with his. He wasn't sure he could, and his own mind was so fuzzy as well. "I'm OK.... I'm OK... I'm OK...." he tried to mentally telegraph over and over again.
That smile didn't leave his lips. It actually grew wider. Did he mean to smile, or was it involuntary? There really was no way to tell. And with him still not moving or reacting in any other way beside the smile, Izabela still had no idea what to do. Every bit of her attention was on him, as it should have been. But she could feel something...something pushing at the back of her mind. It was fuzzy, at first. Definitely not her own thoughts from what she could tell. But the unknown and unclear whatever-it-was got clearer, at least somewhat. Enough to make out two words. 'I'm okay...' Even if it wasn't crystal clear, it sounded like Gar's voice in her head. Confusing, to say the least, but she would gladly take it. Any reassurance that he wasn't hurting was better than nothing at all. "...you're okay," she repeated, mostly for her own benefit. "Even if you are, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." Not with such an unknown outcome. Shifting a bit, she gently moved his arms down from their place over his head. It'd be more comfortable whenever he regained feeling. Then she settled her body close to his, resting against his side. "I'll be here until whatever this is stops and things go back to normal. I promise."
Gar felt her move close, and the warmth of her body pressed close to his. He couldn't move, and he wouldn't want to if he could. He let the smile remain on his face, and over and over he sent the silent message, "I'm OK, I'll be OK. Thank you... Thank you... I've never felt this before. Sleep. Sleep now. I'm OK. I'm OK..." he reassured her over and over, and now felt sleep starting to overtake him. Exertion from the day, the night of work, the late night physical romp with her and now the capper of her venom holding him still. He had to relax, he couldn't do anything else. Sleep would come, soon, and he was safe, and warm, and sated. In this moment, everything, was perfect.