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Faith Lehane (dark_slayer) wrote in mirage_rpg,

So, she'd been right. She wasn't really surprised. Vampires in her world had needed to be invited in, of course, but then, this wasn't her world, and this vampire was so far above any of the vampires that she had fought and slain, that it wasn't even truly a comparison. When he stepped into her room, he just proved that one more time.

She had no problem figuring out what he wanted, and it brought a smile to her face. It was the same thing she wanted, of course. As he slid off his shirt, her eyes moved over his smooth, muscled chest. He was gorgeous. Her hands rested on the cold flesh, and strangely, this coldness did not repell her as she might have thought. Instead, it sent a delicious sort of chill down her spine.

"Well, that's a first. Never heard it called that before."

She backed up as he directed, going willingly, though she knew he could probably make her if he wanted to, even if she fought. But she didn't want to fight. Her body was on fire with desire, and she wasn't particularly used to controlling her desires. She rested on her eblows when she was pushed to tbe bed and looked at him expectantly, raising her hips to allow him to remove her clothes.

Perfectly comfortable with her nakedness, the Slayer lounged as he knelt down between her spread legs. She made a noise of pure lust as his lips made contact with her, and her legs wrapped around his shoulders, holding him against her. She was fairly certain she'd never, ever had someone pay her the amount and quality of attention he was doing, and though it felt strange, she definately wasn't complaining. Everything about the experience felt incredible. She loved roughness in sex, and this vampire was an exquisite combination of roughness and gentleness that had her going insane.

She was already building towards a release when he made contact with her most intimate of areas, but once his tongue pressed directly against her clitoris, and his attention never wavered from that spot, it wasn't long at all before she was trembling and moaning, and even screaming, at the end, as her release tore through her body. Never shy about expressing anything, and her pleasure was no different.

"Holy Fucking Hell...." She looked up at him, large brown eyes dark with desire. However, her lust had not been slaked by one simple orgasm. It would take much more than that to satisfy her. She told him so in her mind, knowing he would read it there.