The crone bit down on a gasp or two. He wouldn't win his way out of her slight irritation quite yet. Though the attentions to the marks weren't hurting. She watched him absently, her hands moving from her body to his.
"Probably." She leaned over when his ear was close and nipped. "He likes it a little rough. Being bitten." Her head bent a little further, so that she could bite his shoulder hard. She knew she could break skin if she wanted, but not yet. "Scratched. His fur is good for holding on to. And his strength." She nearly moaned at the thought of it.
Slowly she stood, using him to steady herself. She stood, looking down at the Viking, her Viking. She turned slowly around, letting him see that every bit of her had some small mark that she'd been with a creature who was no small wilting flower of a boy.
"There was no finesse. It will come. The beautiful blue boy has such potential." She turned quickly and squatted, now eye to eye with the vampire. Her eyes were shining from the imagined possibilities. "He is so very agile, so very strong. He can hang from the ceiling by his toes. Imagine what could be done with that. There was at least one time he held me with his feet while he had his way. He tasted every inch of me. He will have to learn it is not all about him, but for now, it was glorious to let him do as he pleased. To feel the power behind the need and hunger."