color=teal]The trouble that brewed and the darkness that raged like fires in the pits of hell raging with the vicious fury of a thousand dying soldiers. Fingertips moved from gentle trimmed faces, to softly torn clothing, like a trip along the world hands only moved to tighten against the form that now claimed his lap. A tempting fate, a terrible truth? His playfulness was fading, yet hers was igniting faster than his was choosing to die out. Relighting the grin that covered gentle lips time and time again, yet his hands once again traveled along the various curve and architecture of the little spot of torment that wriggled in his lap.
Such a dangerous little vampress that pressed her way in, closer she became as her lips were now a teasing flurry of softened petals against his own. Like some cold soul he stretched out around her form, the small weakened little form it was and made sure it held in position on his lap. His lips only curled slightly as it became a cold dance with death in a slight resurrection of the turning fates. Feeling the want, the need inside of this demonic little creature he lashed out with his tongue against the gentle and soft one that broke it’s way through. A growl was working its way up through his chest, the soft rumble could be felt through his chest, vibrating against hers for that brief moment before he tried not to make soft sounds from the nails that dragged along his skin.
His head tossed back, grinning like a dangerous little wolf he forced back up and against her softened plush lips he let out a soft growl as he lapped, dancing with the warmth of a gentle blood hungry tongue. ’’Take…’’ Almost a moan, but so close to a whisper as the arms that curved and coiled around her, gripped and fingertips and hands gripped on what little material he could scavenge up and hold so he didn’t rip into softened skin that hid right beneath that almost useless thing called a skirt. His fingertips brushing against the outer touch of her thigh , every time his body shuddered, and everytime his grip gained stronger against the material of clothing. [/color]
Such a dangerous little vampress that pressed her way in, closer she became as her lips were now a teasing flurry of softened petals against his own. Like some cold soul he stretched out around her form, the small weakened little form it was and made sure it held in position on his lap. His lips only curled slightly as it became a cold dance with death in a slight resurrection of the turning fates. Feeling the want, the need inside of this demonic little creature he lashed out with his tongue against the gentle and soft one that broke it’s way through. A growl was working its way up through his chest, the soft rumble could be felt through his chest, vibrating against hers for that brief moment before he tried not to make soft sounds from the nails that dragged along his skin.
His head tossed back, grinning like a dangerous little wolf he forced back up and against her softened plush lips he let out a soft growl as he lapped, dancing with the warmth of a gentle blood hungry tongue. ’’Take…’’ Almost a moan, but so close to a whisper as the arms that curved and coiled around her, gripped and fingertips and hands gripped on what little material he could scavenge up and hold so he didn’t rip into softened skin that hid right beneath that almost useless thing called a skirt. His fingertips brushing against the outer touch of her thigh , every time his body shuddered, and everytime his grip gained stronger against the material of clothing. [/color]