Thursday - Perks of Divinity Who: Sibyl and Kaz When: night Where: the new house Rating: NSFW
It had been a simple thing to secure a moving company. There was more furniture coming, of course, but Kaz wanted his love to have her own things in their new abode. He'd assured her that he would personally oversee the move, and he would make sure that none of them went near her sleeping quarters. She'd packed her belongings in the old-fashioned steamer trunks and boxes, and he made sure the men were as quiet as possible. Then it was off to his own home on Eldritch to get some essentials. He foresaw himself spending far more time on the Darkwater side, but keeping plenty of comforts on the island.
Once it was all done and the workers were paid, Kaz drove back to the shabby cabin Sibyl was currently residing in. The sun was on it's way down, but he was sure she wasn't awake yet. He took a bit of time to prep the shack for her departure, scattering white rose petals all over the dirty floor. He left a prepaid cellular phone on the countertop where she would see it and a card which gave instructions to call him when she was ready to go to their new home.
He had to give the lady her ample time after waking, after all.
That done, Kaz went back to the convertible and slid behind the wheel once more. There were just a few more errands to run while he waited.
In fact, Sibyl was up in time to watch him drive away. She was a frosty pale ghost in the empty darkness of the living room. Yet the pale curls of the rose petals, so fragrant, lead her to the phone and the note. With a smile, she realized she would have to make her ablutions quick.
She opened the back door and blasted out into the trees. Tonight, she hugged the road as she traveled east into the mountains. There was a place she had intended to visit, and indeed it had been the reason she had picked the run down old house on Foggy Branch Rd. The gates of the Darkwater Institute soon came into sight and she was up and over them with barely a quiver of the razor wire. Once firmly planted on the concrete of the parking lot, that was when Sibyl turned on the stealth.
Her shadows drew inward around her, obscuring her to the security cameras. She walked softly into the thick, soupy shadow of the north wing and was swallowed whole, shadows and all. She emerged in the closed bathroom door of a patient's room. The air was different in the place, Sibyl realized right away. At one time it had been a holy place, she decided, tasting residual faith like sharp pepper on her sinuses and tongue. She resolved not to play here long. And yet, the blessings and celestial love had been smeared, wiped away by the compulsions of a thousand compulsives. By the ticks and twitches of those not entirely in possession of their faculties.
Sibyl knew about places like this, and sitting in the bathroom, her ear pressed against the door, she felt dark things skitter across her own tentative grasp on her sanity. She pressed her ear harder, feeling something shift and move toward the door. Something heavy and foul smelling. It breathed hard and it reeked of fear. As a meaty fist clasped the knob on the far side, Sibyl smiled a devilish smile. Oh, how she loved to go bump in the night!
Nearly two hours after sunset, Sibyl was applying the last touches of her crimson lipstick and packing the last of her belongings into the overnight bag that had stayed in the basement with her. She'd needed to clean herself up, of course, and then the bathroom and kitchen. She'd hate for the leftovers of her evening meal to lead back to her and Kaz in their new lives together. She tucked the tube away in her bag and then reached for the phone. Her eyes ticked over the numbers and, with one freshly polished nail, she prodded the numbers on the phone as instructed in the note. She listened for a moment before cautiously pressing the green button. It began to ring and her smile returned.
Kaz was waiting patiently for her to call. He'd set up the new house the way he wanted it for her arrival, and was standing at one of the big open windows, just looking out at the night and imagining what his Sibyl was possibly doing. He'd never been much for carnage; he'd never cared enough about humanity to slaughter it. He did his own thing and they did their's, and unless it was business the two rarely really overlapped. He'd tried his hand centuries ago at war, and found it rather boring.
But to kill to survive ... he wondered if she enjoyed it. If she took pleasure in the terror and blood. He could see it being possible. More than possible, and that intrigued him. He didn't pity his lover's victims, he didn't feel much of anything for them at all. They were mortal, they were going to die one way or another. It may as well be in the service of his family.
When it rang, Kaz plucked the cellular phone out of his jacket pocket, and flipped it open. "Good evening, my love," he greeted her in smooth tones. "I see you found my card."
"I did," she said, a smile evident in her voice. "The rose petals showed me the way." She moved out of her empty kitchen into her empty living room. "I see that everything was moved without any trouble," she commented. She'd heard the odd bump but nothing she hadn't been able to ignore during her restorative period. "Will you be coming to collect me as well?"
"No trouble at all," he confirmed. It helped that she hadn't had much to move, but still, things had gone off without a hitch, as he'd expected. And paid for. Kaz turned on his heel, leaving the window open, and started to make his way through the living room and foyer, on his way to the door. "I shall be in the car momentarily," he said. "If you're ready to join me, that is ..." He left it open ended even as he unpocketed his keys and opened the driver's side door. She'd called him, granted, but it was always gentlemanly to leave a lady an out.
Sibyl smiled even though no one was there to see it. "I'm ready." She knew that she could likely run to the house, even carrying her luggage, faster than he could likely drive to fetch her, but it had always been nice to be chauffeured. Plus, she knew how much Kaz took pleasure in driving his convertibles. She tugged a silky black and silver scarf out of her bag, ready to tie it over her hair securely to preserve her curls. "I'll be waiting for you," she said with a demure little chuckle. A part of her was really excited. They were going to play house again and this time...there would be no baby to drive them apart. On the other hand, the devil on her shoulder whispered with Gorath's insidious purr, she was a monster now. Perhaps that would be too much for him.
"I will arrive shortly, then," Kaz said, slipping behind the wheel of his well-oiled machine. It was a nice enough drive up to the shack she was about to leave, and he didn't mind making it all, though he was also aware that she could likely get to the house quickly on her own. It was the ritual of the thing. He hung up the phone and tucked it in his pocket as he started the car up. It was a pleasant, cool drive, and he was true to his word in arriving without a lot of delay. He pulled up in front of the cabin and got out, running a hand through his tousled dark hair. He'd dressed in an impeccably white suit with just a black button down underneath, open at the collar. He walked up the rickety porch steps and rapped on the front door with his knuckles, though she surely already knew he was there.
Sibyl opened the door and stepped out onto the porch. With her inky curls neatly tucked into her head scarf, the only thing that made her look unlike a young Audrey Hepburn was the lack of cats eye sunglasses and the shadows that seemed to uncurl from around her heels and reach from him.
The porch light was off and the house was dark. There was nothing holding her in this place anymore. "Hello," she said with a smile, turning her cheek ever so slightly and savoring the warm brush of his lips against it. He smelled wonderful. Despite having just eaten, Sibyl's gums throbbed and her fangs threatened to descend. She pressed her tongue against them and felt a prick of shame.
Ah, the practiced dance of affection. He leaned in, her cheek turned, contact was made just as though there had never been an interruption. Kaz gave her a smile in return, though it was as subdued as always. "You look lovely," he told her, even though she always did. She smelled just as good, though it didn't quite have the same effect on him as it did her. He pivoted a bit and offered the lady his arm, escorting her down the porch steps for hopefully the last time, and to the waiting convertible. There was a single red rose sitting prettily on the cream leather of the passenger seat, quite obviously intended for her.
Sibyl set her bag on the back seat and smiled when she spotted the rose. She leaned in to pick it up before sliding onto the buttery leather seat. "Lovely, thank you," she said with perfect manners. She watched the wind move through his hair almost as though it had been his own fingers. It was growing on her, this long style of his. It reminded her of the more charming aspects of the bohemians in London, back in her living days. They hadn't been her taste, back then, but she'd admired their conviction and dedication to their art. She was a bit of an artist herself, with a needle and thread, though she rarely indulged in garment making now. She didn't bother with the seatbelt. It was a foolish contraption anyways, only fit to rumple her blouse.
Kaz just answered with a smile. He'd always enjoyed showering her with gifts, even small ones. His lovers should be thoroughly spoiled, if anyone asked him. He could afford it. He climbed behind the passenger seat and started up the engine again. He hoped she would enjoy the setup he'd created at the new house. He knew that no amount of roses and gifts was likely to make up for the abandonment she'd suffered, much less everything else. But if they were starting anew, he was going to put effort into it. He pulled out of the drive and set off into the night, bringing the wind to run through his hair just as easily as he kept it off of her's, making her scarf unnecessary. It was a pleasant night, and he didn't feel the need to make small talk, Kaz just drove fast toward their new home.
Sibyl was content to ride in silence, it allowed her to properly savour the life she could scent and feel from him. She knew he was no warmer than the average human but he may as well have been a bonfire sitting next to her. She had the worst notion to inch over next to him, into his lap, perhaps. They'd done foolish and risky things like that when she was younger but that had been on the relatively straight and empty streets of England. Not the winding, twisted mountain road that their new home sat on. The more she thought about it, though, the more tantalizing his scent was. Though her fangs threatened to descend, she maintained control of herself as they pulled into their driveway. There were lights on at the entry, unnecessary for her but they made the building look welcoming.
Unnecessary for both of them, but Kaz tended to stand on ceremony more than was strictly needed. And a homecoming like this one demanded lights at the very least. He parked the car and looked over at his reunited lover with a faint smile. "Welcome home," he told her in his deep rumble, and plucked her hand up from where it rested on the white leather to bring it to his lips and kiss her knuckles. So cool and delicate, yet he could imagine the power and strength that thrummed beneath them. He opened his door and stepped out, making his way around to her side of the car to open her's as well. Kaz gave her a hand she didn't need out of the vehicle, and proceeded to lead them up the porch steps to the front door. He produced two keys on a small ring and unlocked it, then looked at her again, a bit impishly. "Close your eyes."
Sibyl half turned toward him, her delicately sculpted brows arching like those found in cathedrals. She hadn't imagined there would be another surprise, but then she recalled that he liked to please. She closed her eyes with a soft smile and immediately felt the warm glow of candle light on her eyelids. She could smell the faint sulphur of matches and an underlying scent of chocolate. It's my birthday, she thought to herself, and he's bought me that ermine stole I want! And maybe...maybe the sapphire earrings? Though it was long dead and cold as a stone, Sibyl felt her heart flutter. It was wonderful to be twenty one and in love!
Unaware that his love had slipped into a different time once more, Kaz took her hand and rested it on his raised forearm. He opened the door and led her inside, and toward the expansive living room. It was filled with glowing candles, and while they did nothing to actually warm the room -- temperature was a trifling thing that neither of them cared about -- they did provide a rather nice glow. There were two rather large objects in the room, though one couldn't exactly call them furniture. One was a baby grand piano, off to one side toward the window, that held a fair amount of the candlabras. The other was stationed in the middle of the room, surrounded by red rose petals. It was oblong and black, and polished to a shine. The freezer had arrived earlier in the day, custom made to his specifications. It was lined with cushioning and plush red velvet, as comfortable as a bed. He'd made sure of that. There were petals on the inside as well, and a small black box resting on the head pillow. "You can open them," he said to her, leaning in close to murmur in her ear.
Sibyl's dark eyes flicked open in anticipation and for a moment she was dazzled by the candles on her birthday cake. Within moments, the scent of the chocolate cake faded away and she realized she wouldn't have been able to enjoy it anyways. It had been decades since the smell of any kind of food had made her salivate like that. She glanced at Kaz quickly, wondering if he'd noticed her slip. She felt a little off-kilter, but Sibyl always could rally quickly.
Stepping deeper into the room, she realized that it may not be her birthday but he'd still bought her a gift. Her hands slid over the inky plastic. The flickery candle light moves over the surface of the freezer like moonlight on a dark ocean. The velvet interior looked sumptuous and rich, softer than the freshest and most moist birthday cake. Even though she had just woken up, she felt as though she could crawl back into the the freezer. She touched the scattered petals before reaching for the box. "What is this?" she asked with a smile over her shoulder.
Kaz stood back and watched her admire his purchase with a slight smile. He clasped his hands lightly behind his back. He did so much enjoy doting on her. "Simply a welcome home gift," he said to her question, his smirk growing slightly. So he wouldn't be continuing to blatantly stare at her, Kaz moved off to one of the side walls, opening up a smallish mahogany cabinet. He poured himself a drink while his daughter opened her gift. On the inside of the box was a pair of elegant earrings. A line of three diamonds that ended in a larger tear drop-shaped ruby. The stones were large, but not ostentatiously so. They sparkled in the candlelight like stars. He listened for her reaction as he took a testing sip of the scotch in the glass.
Sibyl had no breath and so she didn't gasp, but surprised pleasure jangled through her all the same. She touched one of the teardrop rubies, savouring the cool, slick surface. "Oh Kaz, they are beautiful." She had a pair of pearl studs in her lobes at the moment but she didn't hesitate to carefully remove them and slipped the posts of these new gems. Against her milky white skin they were bright, reflecting the candle light. Silent as the grave, she turned, crossed the room in an unseen stride or two and wrapped her arms (gently, gently, she reminded herself) around his waist. "Thank you for all of the gifts." Which included the house, of course. Even his company, if he wanted to include that into her list of presents.
He'd turned enough to watch her put them in, that little smile that said so much for him on his face. The earrings did indeed sparkle as she moved, throwing tiny points of light all over and making her seem to glow even more than she already did. Kaz moved to set his drink down on the cabinet, sliding one arm around her while the other hand lightly touched one of the dangling bits of jewelry. "You are very welcome, my dear," he told her, meeting her bottomless gaze. Whatever else she had become, whatever filled her past, he wanted her to know that she was still a lady in his mind. Kaz didn't really have a concept of making up for lost time -- no time was lost, to him ... or too much of it was -- but he did want to please her, make her happy. She'd suffered enough for the time being.
She smiled as he lightly touched the gems. "I hope you made a comfortable bedroom for yourself," she said, pressing herself even closer to the warmth he exuded. "I wouldn't mind, if you wanted to spend your days in the cooler with me, but I don't think it would be as comfortable as you might like." How unsettling might it be, to lie curled around what was essentially a cold corpse for an entire day? She put that thought out of her mind. If Sibyl could fool herself into believing she was just as alive as he, she was the better for it.
His fingers spread on the small of her back. Her perfume was lovely as always, and was calling up memories in the back of his mind, of whirling her around a London dance floor. He'd always enjoyed taking her to parties, if only for the point in the evening when they'd both had more than enough wine and the people-watching became fun. She could always tell who's tailor was cheating them. "I have," he confirmed regarding the bedroom, pulling her cool weight lightly against him. "I do hope that you, too, will find it suitable for some of your night-time hours." His heavy-lidded eyes lingered on her's, the shadows curling up lazily around them, partially blocking out the candlelight.
As the shadows closed in on them, Sibyl had a wild thought. That maybe she could kill him, feast on him and that no one would know. Kaz's own father wouldn't know. It was ridiculous. Air was not a part of Kaz's life but once, as the bombs were falling on London and the city was falling to ruin, Kaz had confessed that he had seen and spoken to his father only a couple of times during his life. No matter that the god didn't have a direct hand in their lives, he was watching. Kaz felt sure and suddenly, Sibyl was just as certain. The distracting throb in her gums subsided like an animal who'd remembered it's sense of self preservation.
In her thirsty distraction, it took her a moment to recall what he'd said. He'd invited her to his bed, as she had him. It was a different sort of throb as her dark eyes softened on his face. "I'd like that," she said. "Will you show me?" Her eyes roved toward the stairs.
There was so much going on in her eyes, even more than there used to be, which was considerable. It made Kaz wonder what she was thinking, what gears were turning under her lovely perfect hair. He had no sense of danger, but that was unsurprising. It was a rare thing when Air's Son even entertained the idea that harm could come to him. The way she softened, however, was very familiar to him. It was enticing. "It would be my absolute pleasure," he murmured, releasing her and turning slightly, only to take her hand in his. Kaz began to lead her toward the curving stairway. The bedroom wasn't as prepared as the downstairs was, but he felt sure they could make do. Both of them were creatures of the darkness, in their own ways.
Sibyl had the forethought to allow the tendrils of shadow that trailed after her to snuff the candles in the room. She had some experience in putting out inadvertent fires due to her 'brother', Lux, and his tendency to get carried away. The last thing she wanted was for this lovely nest to burn down her first night there.
She glided up the stairs and, following his subtle scent in the hallway, easily located the master bedroom before Kaz drew her in the direction. It had a set of French doors painted white, which reminded her of the flat she'd had when she met him in London. The doors were cracked and she could smell the fresh night air beyond. The windows were open and awaiting them. Beyond that, it was dark.
Kaz had always preferred his bedrooms to be sparsely furnished; there was just something about a bedroom that needed to be utilitarian, to him. Of course, he felt that way about the majority of a house. It showed in this particular bedroom, too, as there was nothing but a massive four-poster bed in it, which faced the French doors. The down comforter was turned down, as though a maid or someone had anticipating they'd be using the room. He closed the door behind them and stopped somewhere in the middle of the lush carpet to pull her close in once more. Kaz dipped his head in to nuzzle lightly at her perfumed neck. "You always smell so delectable," he murmured, lips grazing her skin.
Sibyl didn't mind the closeness in the least. With him so close she practically burned with thirst. The steady throb of his beating heart was mesmerizing, the sound of his blood rushing beneath his skin. Her own mouth was drier than a desert and she wondered if that would affect her kisses. "You smell..." talking about it distracted her for the briefest moment. "Better than anything I have ever known. Anyone." She wanted to bury herself in him and stay there for days, a thought that made her smile because she could scent that he was starting to have similar thoughts. Their methods differed, but she still had enough sense to know that she couldn't follow her instincts with Kaz. Not all of them.
He hummed some sound of approval as his lips grazed over the perfect marble skin at the side of her neck. Her temperature didn't bother him in the least; oddly, it made her seem even more perfect. As though she hadn't ever been born, but made by an ancient artist. Carved out of delicate rock. And his father had breathed life into her, just for him. He nipped very lightly at the spot just below her ear before he pulled back to catch her eyes again. He wondered, then, if she hungered for him. He'd never allowed a vampire to feed from him, even though he'd encountered them Kaz couldn't help but wonder what it would be like, if she would warm any with his blood. Instead of asking, he kissed her, one hand moving up to cup the back of her head as his tongue slipped past her pillowy lips, halfway probing for fangs.
The design of a vampire's mouth was a marvel of metaphysical adaptation. She wasn't born with fangs, of course, so the magic that was worked on her dead flesh had to shape them and secure them in place. The bite of a vampire was incredibly strong, as divots of bone are formed in the mandable in order to provide a locking mechanism. The bone carved out from the divots relocates into the upper jaw, curved to a wicked point and hidden in the soft flesh of the upper palate.
The area was sensitive, full of relocated nerves. Dropping one's fangs down into place caused a nearly sexual rush of sensation. It was one of the reasons that vampires of the blood drinking variety could rarely perform sexual acts without a bite or two. The kiss was divine but his exploring tongue was fanning flames he was perhaps not expecting. Sibyl's hands, apart from her mind, found the open lapels of his jacket and pushed the light summer gament back off of his broad shoulders. She kissed him back with hunger as those pearly fangs of hers eased downward, directly behind her canines.
He felt the first prick of sharp tooth against the sensitive flesh of his tongue, and Kaz was mildly surprised in the back of his mind to feel his heart pick up. His body responded to stimulation the way a normal mortal man's would, however, centuries of sex had left him somewhat jaded at times. But that tiny slice of pain, and her enthusiasm ... it was enticing. He let his jacket fall away, pushing into the kiss a bit more firmly as his palms slid over the curve of her hips. One hand went hunting along the side and back of her dress, searching for a zipper. As well as just feeling her curves in general. He wasn't naive, he knew that she was a creature with appetites. He was aware that he was likely pushing some boundaries, and could very well end up bleeding. The thing was, he wanted to.
She felt his fingers skim over the material of her dress, his fingers searching. In the back of her mind she knew she ought to be a lady and direct him but she found that she liked the uncertainty she felt in the touch. Like for the first time in his incalculable life, he wasn't sure of where he was going. That thrilled her almost as much as the faint speck of his blood that had entered their kiss. His tongue had been pierced by her fang and it had taken all of her willpower not to bite down in greed. She reminded herself she didn't want to maim him. She wanted to enjoy him. When his hand found the raised ridge of the zipper in the back of her dress, she purred into the needful kiss as his hand followed the tracks all the way to the tab.
Kaz could feel the intensity and metaphoric heat beginning to grow. There was something more exciting about her now; she was a strong creature, and it was possible that he wasn't in absolute control anymore. At the moment, Kaz found that incredibly arousing. He'd never made love to someone he considered an equal in all his long years. His fingers found the zipper tab and he pulled it down, a bit faster than he might've normally done. He was eager to get to her skin, her flawless porcelain skin. His warm hand slipped inside the opening in the back of her dress as soon as it could, eagerly caressing the curve of her spine as he continued to kiss her like he'd been starving for it.
Sibyl shifted her shoulders in a familiar shimmy and her dress, spread open by his hand, whispered down over silk camisole and matching whispy drawers. They were black as the room around them and her skin glowed nearly luminescent in the dark. She stood in the puddle of her garment and carefully, almost tenderly, unbuttoned his expensive shirt. She could feel a shift in him, the scent of genuine want more prominent now. She broke the kiss before she could give in to the painful need to bite off the end of his tongue. She couldn't hurt him, not like that. She wouldn't let herself.
In no time she parted his shirt and pushed that off of him as well. Then there was only skin and she pressed her silk-clad chest against his. He was as warm as a barely remembered sun and she craved the feel of it. Her lips brushed over his chest as she got lost in the music of his heartbeat, the only one in the room. Finally, she lifted her dark eyes to his face, sure that he could see her as clearly as she could him. "The bed?" she asked with a slightly husky voice.
Though the desire to tear the garments off of her was present, Kaz took the time to caress it first, feeling the firm curves of her beautiful body underneath the silk. His breathing was coming slightly quicker now, and his skin tingled wonderfully where she kissed. He was just moving to slip the straps of the camisole off of her slim shoulders when she suggested the move. It sounded like a good idea to him, and he nodded slightly, looking down into those bottomless depths. Kaz bent down some, and turned his body a bit, slipping one arm behind her back and the other behind her knees. He picked her up without effort, and carried her to the massive bed, where he gently laid her down. Surely she was durable, a physical force to be reckoned with. But that didn't have a place here and now, not in the moment. Kaz slid her camisole up slightly and started kissing a slow line across her waist.
Sibyl sank into the bedding as he laid her on top of it. Her fingers threaded through his thick hair, remembering it's texture from a lifetime ago. Each kiss on her cool skin burned and only stoked the thirst that was beginning to savage her through. She wasn't sure how long she could hold back but for now she shut her eyes and simply allowed herself to feel. The brush of lips was different against her undead skin from what it had been when she was alive. It was at the same time more remote as it was more intense. Pressure was barely noticable while the heat was a delicious torment. Warmth was so fleeting. A vampire could rip open a body, languish in it for minutes, but soon enough it cooled. It was so temporary and in the expanse of an eternal life, that fleeting sensual joy seemed hardly worth it.
In the space between one kiss and another, Sibyl found herself understanding her lover better than she ever had. He loved her, sure, as an extension of himself. However, she was so brief a moment in his life that she was a fool to think that it really meant anything to him. How many of her ancestresses had come before her in his heart? Yet she, Sibyl, was the only one who could forseeably live just as long as he would. Elementals are blessed with long lives but the undead were forever. Forever until something killed them. With the protection of a god, it was unlikely anything would ever do her in!
She shivered and writhed with the need to taste him. The slippery silk of her remaining garments felt like they were strangling her. She let go of him to draw her camisole up and over her head only to let it go over the side of the bed. Bare breasted, she might have been a marble statue carved just for him. Time and gravity hadn't waged it's war on her flesh. She was as perfect at eighty nine as she was at twenty. She curved her shaply legs around his hips and arched against him. She may have a need for blood but she hadn't forgotten entirely about the other wants that one might suffer with.
Her skin was pliable and firm in an odd combination. She felt just under the cusp of normal under his hands, and Kaz found the sensation intoxicating. The brief thought did flit across his mind that he was more or less enjoying foreplay with a corpse, but he dismissed it. She still moved and writhed properly, and he knew his Sibyl was still in that mind. Perhaps darkened by disease, but still present.
Kaz settled his weight on her as carefully as he always had and murmured some soft endearment in a language that had long died away as he kissed, licked, and nipped his way down over her collarbone and her chest. His lips and teeth closed around one perky nipple while one of his hands slid over the outside of her stockinged thigh and under the silky fabric of her drawers. He squeezed at her hip as he rocked firmly against her, his arousal more than evident through the fine material of the pants he was still wearing.
Sibyl did sigh and move just like a live girl would. It wasn't even a show, as it might have been if it had been someone else. There was such a thing as muscle memory in life, and she suffered from something similar, though it was purely emotional. The strength of the love she'd felt for him when she had died was sufficient to call up all of the old moves and even the old body functions.
A cool breeze gusted in a nearby window, bringing with it the scent of pine and fertile early summer forest. Sibyl's hips rolled up to take full advantage of his stage but after a few of his quick heartbeats, she did something she had not yet risked with him. She exerted some of her notable strength to roll him under her. When he was beneath her, she found the buttoned fly of his pants, taking her time while undoing it.
He resisted for just a split second at first, a knee-jerk reaction, as he was never the one who got moved. But once he realized what she was doing, Kaz went along with it, rolling onto his back without protest. It turned out to be beneficial anyway, as he could see and touch her much more easily. He did both eagerly, looking at the beautifully curved shape of her in the faint moonlight coming in from the window. As she undid his pants, his hands slid up the sides of her waist to cup her cool perfect breasts. They had the same delicious weight they always had, and he stroked his thumbs over her dark nipples, giving her free reign to do as she pleased with him.
Sibyl made a soft sound of pleasure as he toyed with her nipples. To her surprise, her long dead nerves sizzled with life and bliss at the touch. They puckered and drew into hard little points. She sighed as her hand slipped into his open fly and skimmed over what felt like iron beneath his silk boxers. He had always worn them and it had been something she had liked about him. Tonight, it was an entirely new sensation to feel him straining against his silken boxers with her new senses. She hadn't touched flesh wrapped in such fine material except her own in all the years they'd been apart.
He also blazed with heat and again, her fangs throbbed. She didn't hold them back this time, letting them full descend. They curved over her bottom lip like pearl daggers, wicked and dangerous. Her eyes, like chips of ebony in the dark, easily found the throbbing arteries beneath his skin. His arousal only heightened the scent of it. "Kaz," she said, fearing her voice sounded as dry as the desert. "Tell me that it's impossible to hurt you."
He gave a soft groan at her touches, aching almost painfully to get every bit of material out from between them. Except perhaps the stockings, even decades since they'd gone largely out of style, he thought they were a truly delectable part of the female wardrobe. He watched, wetting his lips, as her fangs slid further out of her mouth, practically glinting in the moonlight. Something about just the sight of them sent a thrill down his spine. Against her red lips, they were ... beautifully deadly. He rocked up against her at her words, understanding her meaning even before she was done.
He never would have thought it could happen, but he wanted it, wanted to give her what she needed, and put himself in her hands. He didn't know if she could kill him or not, in all honesty, and his lust-fogged mind wasn't trying to figure it out at the moment. "It's impossible to hurt me," he whispered, voice as hoarse as her's was. "Take it."
Her heart didn't beat and her lungs didn't have to expand and contract, take in air for any other reason other than to speak. She couldn't truely have a physical reaction to his word and yet, she did. For the first time in her undead life she wanted to be filled by a man as intensely as she wanted his blood. Fast, almost too fast, she fell to the mattress beside him and shimmied out of her drawers, flicking them off the bed from the end of her toe. The straps of her garter belt were still clipped to the tops of her stockings but she didn't pay them any mind. They weren't in the way.
Her cool hand slid down over his navel and across to his hip bone and she stripped away his pants and boxers, nudging them down toward his knees. Once he was bared to her, her hungry eyes roved over him. "You look just the way I remember," she said with the same hungry husk in her voice. Sibyl wasn't actually seeing the planes of his body or the skin, but rather surveying his arteries as they skimmed the underside of his dermus. Her eyes locked on to his collarbone. "The subclavian," she said with a sexy sigh, clearly deciding where she would take him. Her body floated over him again, like a ghost in the room.
He radiated heat up against her and it felt like basking in the sun. She soaked up the warmth as her hand curled around his stiff cock and guided it to her cold entrance. As she sunk down onto him, Sibyl leaned up along his body and her hooked, serpent-like fangs curved around his right clavical, piercing the skin without any pain. It took every measure of her self-restraint not to rend, rip and revel in his blood as her fangs punctured the artery she'd been after and she felt the first pump spill over her tongue.
He moved his body to accommodate her getting the rest of his clothes off, not minding being undressed. She seemed to be just as hungry as he was, and he looked back at her bare skin as she examined him, and his hands went straight to her hips when her body was over his again. The cold tight flesh around his heat made his spine jerk, but not in a bad way. It actually felt incredible, and Kaz's breath caught. And then, not a second later, her fangs were in him.
He'd expected pain, to feel them pierce at the very least, but there was nothing but warmth in his chest. His hands tightened on her hips with an almost bruising force that he did nothing to monitor. She was more durable than he was now, he had the feeling she wouldn't mind a bit of roughness. Lifting her up a little, unmindful of the cold or the fangs in his chest, Kaz started to thrust, unable to help himself. He turned his head to gasp in lungfuls of air that was scented with her hair, eyes rolling closed.
Sibyl tried to count. Two mouthfuls, three. No more than four, she told herself. As it was, she had to tear her mouth away from him as he thrust up into her. Her hand quickly covered the holes she'd left in him as his heart continued to pump ancient blood onto his upper chest. Her mouth was slicked crimson and her eyes were mostly closed. She could control the bleeding, she told herself and then dismissed whatever rational thought she possessed just to feel him. She felt...warm. Alive and warm. It was spreading out from her middle or perhaps from where they joined. She moaned with pleasure at the feeling, rocking her hips against him more frantically. Friction, god-blood and love, could it be enough to rekindle life in a vampire? She didn't think so but she could lose herself in it for a night.
The blood loss made his head swim even more than it already was, and Kaz groaned loudly as she drank from him. It was an amazing feeling, to sustain her at the same time he gave her pleasure. Or perhaps it was only the blood that did so, he wasn't positive, things were deliciously jumbled. It didn't matter. His eyes cracked open to take in the sight of her as she pulled back and put pressure on his wound. He paid it no mind, continuing to thrust up and bring her down against him at the same time. The was warmth growing in the tight vise he was buried in, and he pumped faster, one foot braced against the bed. It was getting harder to get enough air -- which was saying something, for the Son of Air itself -- and he felt a breeze from the window cool the sweat building on his body.
Sibyl's body didn't sweat but it did respond. Careful to keep one hand pressed firmly against his wound, she rolled, rocked and road him until something remarkable happened. Something that hadn't happened often since her life had been snuffed and the world had changed. Sibyl felt every one of her considerable muscles tighten. Not enough to harm him, but enough so that it became hard to move. Then it was like being bathed in light from the inside out. Bright, ecstatic explosions of pleasure wrought havoc with her undead nervous system. She made a single sound half way between a squeak and a gasp, as she ground down on him. The stiffness gave way to trembling shivers and she melted against him.
It was impossible not to feel her climax coming, and the clench was near-painful, but in the best way possible. Kaz continued to push into her as best he could, and though it got far more difficult, it didn't make it feel any worse. He was giving her pleasure, something he had the feeling hadn't happened this way in many years. He rode it out with her, and gasped for breath as she dissolved into shudders. Kaz wasn't far behind her himself, and it only took a stroke or three more before his abs clenched and his back arched up off the bed, heaving chest pressing against her hand. His orgasm coursed through him and he pulsed within her temporary warmth. After a moment he collapsed against the bed once more, panting and spent.
Sibyl had no breath to sigh with, but her moist red lips were parted. A bead of his blood quivered for a moment on the edge of her lower lip before letting go and falling with a muted pat against his chest. She followed it, still careful to keep pressure on the wound she had caused. The scent of his blood in the room, in her veins, was like taking too much strong wine. She felt dizzy and unsure of her footing. It was not the typical response. His ancient blood, half divine as it was, affected her differently. In fact, her throat didn't burn as it usually did. She felt...sated. Sibyl nuzzled in the hollow of his throat, not in the least bit inclined to bite him. At last, every last muscle in her body relaxed.
He was glad in some distant way that she was staunching his bleeding. Kaz wasn't positive that he could've brought himself to care. With it taken care of, he more or less let it slip from his mind. It would heal. He felt a little cool from bloodloss, but Sibyl was warm over him, so that was all right. It wouldn't last long, he was sure, but it was wonderful for the moment. The hand on his un-punctured side moved, sliding up the curve of her back and down again, slowly. She fit perfectly against him, and that made perfect sense to Kaz. They were made for one another, after all. He just lay there and listened to his own breathing, stroking his lover's back. She wasn't the only one feeling sated.
There were no clocks in Kaz's bedroom, a man with all the time in the world had no need for one. He wore an expensive watch, however, and she could hear the ticks as clear as gongs. They seemed to spread out, elongating into greater chunks of time. The heat she had captured was already fading but there was a delicious pocket of it trapped between them. She pulled in a slow breath, tasting the tang of his blood and let it out in a soft sigh. Already, the punctures under her hand were clotting. She'd likely have to make him stay as he was for the rest of the night. It wasn't such a bad prospect, pinning him to the bed until dawn. "Are you comfortable?" she asked him, her voice hushed.
He didn't answer for a moment, letting the question sink into his consciousness rather than hearing it all at once. He was feeling as though there were so many layers to the query, and he had to pick one to reveal to her. But that might've been the bloodloss talking. "I am," he whispered finally. It was the simplest way to say that he was beyond comfortable in every dimension of the word. How odd it was to feel at home with the very-much-changed version of a woman he'd known decades ago. But the emotion was there nonetheless. Without having to think about it much, Kaz started to warm the air around them some, cutting off the slight chill from the window for better sleeping conditions. "Are you?"
She couldn't recall a time when she had been more comfortable. Not in this new life of hers. She lifted her hand carefully to check and see if he was still oozing blood. The coppery scent of it wafted to her but it didn't come along with that gut wrenching drive to slack her thirst. "Yes," she said. "You can't even imagine what it's like to...not be thirsty." Her tone was faintly surprised. She wondered how long it would last. She could kill two humans a night, suck every last gulp out of their flesh, and still feel thirsty by the next day. She didn't always give in every night but the thirst was there. She ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth and found that she could still taste him. It was comforting. The warmth that slowly bloomed around them was also soothing and she realized that, more than ever in the last half-decade, she could feel the change in temperature on her skin. The warmth was a comfort. "I think the bleeding is slowing," she said sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I should have been more careful about where I bit you." If she'd taken an artery in his arm, he'd had clotted over by now.
"Don't apologize," he told her with a soft half-smile. He'd enjoyed it, to say the least. Kaz could already hear his Father in the back of his mind, informing him calmly that he was the worst kind of fool, but he paid it no attention. Sibyl was a special case. She was one of his own, she belonged to him, and vice versa. His neglect had allowed this horrific transformation in her, and he was going to accept it -- and her -- fully and with open eyes. He owed her that much, at the very least. He ran a lazy hand up and down her smooth back once more, feeling the difference in temperature already. "We will learn together how best to make it work," he murmured, dark eyes on her's. It was a general sort of statement, but it applied to her drinking from him, as well. He didn't know the depth of her hunger or what it could drive her to, but he was going to find out. In the meantime, however ... "Do you feel you could sleep?"
Sibyl smiled but slightly shook her head. "My night is just beginning, but I'll stay with you until you drift off, if you like. You shouldn't move around too much until morning." She leaned up to brush a kiss against his mouth. "I won't go any further than the garden." She had decided it was a good hobby to adopt. She didn't need the sun to see what she was doing, the forest creatures didn't scare her. Plus, it would keep her out of trouble. There were far too many elementals in this small town for her to risk her usual antics. She didn't suppose she would kill any of them by accident, she could still sense their nature and differentiate them from regular humans. There was, though, the risk of stirring up the community by killing off their friends and business contacts. Sibyl couldn't afford to cause trouble for Kaz, most especially when Santiago was also in town.
Kaz thought that was sage advice. His limbs didn't feel as though they were at all eager to move in the first place, and though he'd been prepared to stay up all night with her, it seemed now he needed to recoup for at least a few hours. He softly kissed back while she was there, then smiled tiredly. "Enjoy it, my dear," he murmured. "Wake me well before dawn, if you please." He wanted to enjoy at least another hour or so before she had to retire for the day. Kaz gave her body a light squeeze with his good arm and shifted under her slightly to re-settle. It wouldn't be long before sleep took him. Blood loss and an incredible orgasm would do that to even a demi-god. "Have a wonderful evening, my ruby," he breathed to her, slipping into French for the endearment.
Sibyl smiled at the French. Her mother had been from Marsaille and her first language had been French. Over the years, she hadn't lost the language entirely but it had been a long time since she had used it. "I will, mon amour." She carefully lifted herself away from him, aware that her body was one again cooler than the air around him. As she slid off of the bed, she studiously licked his blood off of her hand and forearm. There was no need for clothing in the garden. No neighbours would see her. Sibyl didn't linger in the bedroom, slipping out like a shadow without even a whisper.