The rational part of his mind told him he shouldn't want to be tantalized like this, but he loved it all the same. He craved the dance, a puppet that longed to be reunited with his strings.
He followed her along to the window and stood for a time watching their twin ghostly reflections in the glass, still awestruck at how her eyes shone. His hand roamed idly up her body, hovering just on the edge of where her chest swelled beneath the fabric of her gown, doing a little tantalizing of his own.
"You can take a taste from me." A deep groan rumbled his chest when her fingers gripped his hair. He was practically purring. "And then I can taste you."
How strange they both were. Him, a puppet and her a puppeteer, yet they both craved to be free of their designed roles. Max wished freedom from those much like Lady Maria and she, in turn, detested her own kind. .. And yet her there are~
Maria did not swat his hand away as it dared to roam. No, she would allow him to touch, to feel and caress her as he pleased as he was about to be doing her a great service. She twisted and turned around in his arms, wrapping her own around his shoulders, fingers dancing up the back of his neck into his hair, staring at him with those silver eyes.
" Where? Where might I taste you from? Where do you want to taste me?"
Moving her face just a fraction away from his, her lips brushing his as she spoke so close to them.
Her fingers may graze over ruined flesh on the back of his neck. His master's mark, a circular brand, was still there as a constant reminder of the strings he once danced on. The bonds he once lived with. Even now, his body would tense unconsciously if she touched it. Though, it wouldn't deter him from his current desire.
"You can taste my neck," he offered. "Or my chest... or... anywhere you please."
It was hard to focus on much with her lips brushing so against his. "I'd like to taste your lips first. Then maybe... make my way down until I find your other pair of lips. If you'll allow it?"
The brand was noted, a terrible, ugly thing. How cruel his master must have been, to damage such beautiful, perfect skin? Those that partook of blood from other worlds, seems so power-hungry and needy, honestly.
"...Here." Maria's delicate fingers stroked across Max's collarbone. "I wish to wrap my lips around your warm flesh... Just here." Scratching lightly as she sang her words out, so gentle and foreign.
His comment, however, that gained a playful tut of her tongue. "Now, Max, are you always so vulgar when you speak to a lady?" Don't worry, she liked it. Liked it enough to take a step away from him, press her back against the glass of the window and let the thin fabric she wore slip down from both shoulders to the crook of her elbows, exposing her pale breasts and that unhealing slit of a scar, slashed across her throat.
"Mmmm," he hummed out a pleased sound at the light scratch to his skin. "Oh, yes." He very much approved of the idea.
When she playfully chided him for his vulgar words, he chuckled. "Only when she invites me over for a midnight rendevous."
But that chuckle sighed away as she revealed the soft flesh of her chest to him. He was drawn to her, a moth to flame. He stepped in closer and started to lean in as if to kiss the newly revealed skin, but then he faltered when he caught sight of that scar.
His eyes held a question in them though he didn't vocalize it. What happened here? And why hadn't it healed? Gently, he reached out to brush his thumb over that line on her throat... Then, he realized what he was doing and cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Sorry," he murmured to her. He let his hand trail lower, back to what he was meant to be doing -worshipping her lovely body. He hoped he hadn't disturbed her too much with that move.
"Oh, I see. I never knew the time of day had anything to do with it? I'll be sure to call you for such rendevous in the light hours hmm?" She almost laughed back at him, he was cunning and always had something to say, always an excuse, she liked it though, he wasn't a bit like the men from her world.
As Max came over, drawn in by her beauty a small hint of sadness filled her eyes. It was his reaction to her scar, the soft touch he placed there. So kind and tender, no one had ever dared to touch it, no one had ever seen it back home in fact.
"There is no need for sorries, my dear sweet Max. You may touch any part of my you desire... Even my throat. I feel no pain."
Wriggling her arms and letting her dress fall in a heap around her feet, standing before him now, completely naked. Pale like the moon skin just as cold as the night.
"I can't make any promises I won't be just as bad or worse during daylight."
He enjoyed this tit for tat. Having someone who could keep up with him was a treat every time. It was almost enough to keep the sadness at what he saw in that scar at bay.
"I'm glad it doesn't hurt." There was still a touch of sorrow for her in that.
But, since she'd said it was okay, he reached up again to run his finger over the mark, starting there, then working his fingers down over her collarbone, then the newly revealed flesh of her breast. His other hand joined in there, so that he could cup her, one in each hand. His thumbs stroked lightly over her nipple, to tease them and her.
"I... I only apologize because, well, sometimes scars can hold bad memories. I know you felt mine." He hadn't missed how her fingers brushed over his neck. "I didn't want to spoil the mood by bringing anything painful to mind for you."
"I will keep note of your behaviour. See if I don't like this night time Max more."
Lady Maria wasn't used to flirting, it came naturally to Max though, perhaps he could give her some tips? She was sad to see him sad, she believed she deserved her scars, she had come to terms with them years upon years ago.
"Any pain I feel is fleeting. I heal eternally, I can not be killed so easily." She smiled at his sad little comment, pressing her palm to his face as he came closer, tilting her head, making sure to catch and keep his eyes on her.
Maria let a soft purring sound flood from her throat as he cupped her ample breasts, though her skin was cold, it warmed under his touch, especially when he brushed past her pert little nipples.
"Max, darling you could not spoil this mood if you tried." She actually smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and stroking the back of his head, feeling his dark hair between her splayed fingers. "Perhaps I will tell you the tales behind my scars someday. Would you like to know the secrets?" Hitching one of her naked legs up and wrapping it around his side, pulling their bodies together, her back against the window.
"Keeping tabs on me? Oh my. Should I be flattered or concerned?" He didn't sound very concerned.
If she asked him for tips on flirting he'd laugh but not at her. Only because, by his measure, she was keeping up just fine. Their banter was enjoyable. And, the mood between them seemed relaxed, good for sharing a few deeper moments.
"I think I would," he murmured. His eyes fell to half lidded when her fingers stroked his head. A deep purr of his own rumbled his chest. "I'd be honored to know it."
It would keep for now, however. He was too entranced by the way she warmed at his touch, the stiff peaks of her nipples invited him to explore more boldly. He wanted to make her call him darling again.
"You're right, I'd rather spoil you instead, in the good way."
Ah, god. Her leg wrapped around him, pressing them close. His fully awake erection ground against her pelvis. But it was still encased in his clothes. He really should fix that.
"You look so very good dressed in moonlight. Allow me to join you?"
He reached down to undo his flies one-handed, and unbuckle the belt that kept his trousers up. As soon as he had it undone, he toed off his shoes and let the pants drop to the floor, along with his boxer briefs, so he could step out of them. Now, at last, she could appreciate him in all his sizable splendor naked and ready for her.
"That depends on what I see you getting up to I suppose." Likewise, Maria was joking, her tone lighter than normal.
It was strange, the easy in which she could talk to Max, despite most finding her hard and commanding demeanour very attractive, she felt she could let a little of her hidden softness spill through with him. There was only The First Hunter, Gerhman, her old mentor and Hunting partner who had ever seen Maria's softness. She was more like The Plain Doll back then, in the earlier days. Oh, so many years back now.
Her light tone turned sultry as she stroked both sides of his face, smoothing down his neck and resting upon his strong shoulders. "You should know. I have slain many a man who came seeking my secrets." More truth behind that than he knows, but for this context, she was definitely just flirting and not threatening.
If he kept up with such adoring attention for her, he would have her calling him darling over and over again. She instigated this encounter with thoughts to seduce him, now it felt as though he was the one swooning her. Such a handsome boy.
When he complimented how she looked bathed in moonlight, Maria blushed a little, covering his lips as she did so. Nodding and leaning back against the window, running her hands through her silvery locks as she watched intently while he stripped naked. Maria leant over and picked up his bottle of wine, tipping her head back as she poured some into her open mouth. A few dribbling trickles cascaded down her naked pale skin, Maria pushed her breasts together with her arms, letting more of the wine spill over her chin and gather in a pool at her cleavage. "Drink me deeply, Darling."
"Something tells me they weren't asking as nicely as I know how..."
It was all playful banter, of course, but below that Max could sense the seed of truth. He liked this softer side of her very much, but just as with all fanged creatures, he never forgot the darker parts of their nature. He simply knew how to forgive it, or maybe to see past it. He didn't doubt for a moment she'd killed many, or that she could kill him. But he was willing to stake his neck on the trust that tonight she would deliver only la petite mort.
"Funny," he chuckled as he leaned in, "I thought that was my line."
His tongue dragged down her neck, cleaning up the wine that dribbled there first, then he pursed his lips and pressed them to the puddle of red that pooled in her cleavage. He drank, but his eyes stayed lifted to her face the whole time. And when the pool ran dry, his lapped at her breasts, like licking up the last of a sweet treat off a lovely china plate, delicately, carefully. Everything tasted better when served this way.
"Think I missed a spot," he murmured, lifting his head so he could graze his tongue over her chin too, then up for another long wine-flavored kiss. It would leave both their lips stained red when he pulled away.
"Men of my time rarely do anything nice." She uttered with an amused sigh.
Should he ever grow more curious and ask, Maria, trusted him enough with some of her secrets, though others were best left alone... For everyone's sake. It was good that Max understood what she was, what she was capable of, though she wanted him to know that she was less of a creature than those who drink blood in his world. The Vileblood's never turned with their bites, the sun didn't harm them, nor holy words or water. No, they were more human than you'd think. Well, the noble ones like Lady Maria were at least.
Maria hummed out a pleasing sound at his comment. So, he was happy to let her drink from him? That was as much consent as she needed to hear.
The way he looked at her, drinking the wine from her the chalice of her chest, filled Maria with a sensation that thrilled her right down to her core. His eyes, captivating and bright, full of life and lust, she'd not been looked at like this in some time. Not truly. And as he charmed his way back into her lips, Maria wrapped those slender, pale arms of hers around his neck, pulling him closer until their naked bodies pressed in snug, like jigsaw pieces lining up. His flesh so warm and full of life, against hers, cold and trapped in time. The shadow they cast on the floor behind him, melting into one.
More than happy. Max craved the bite of fangs. His Master had trained him to find the ultimate pleasure in it. The sharp prick may as well be aphrodisiac to him.
He pressed in, embracing her with strong arms and warm hands that gripped possessively at her cold back. His firm cock trapped between them pulsed lightly with the pleasure of their bodies joined so close.
"Please," he whispered against her as he angled his head and neck, presenting his flesh out to her for the taking. "I'm all yours."
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Date: 2021-02-15 02:52 am (UTC)He followed her along to the window and stood for a time watching their twin ghostly reflections in the glass, still awestruck at how her eyes shone. His hand roamed idly up her body, hovering just on the edge of where her chest swelled beneath the fabric of her gown, doing a little tantalizing of his own.
"You can take a taste from me." A deep groan rumbled his chest when her fingers gripped his hair. He was practically purring. "And then I can taste you."
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Date: 2021-02-16 03:14 pm (UTC)Maria did not swat his hand away as it dared to roam. No, she would allow him to touch, to feel and caress her as he pleased as he was about to be doing her a great service. She twisted and turned around in his arms, wrapping her own around his shoulders, fingers dancing up the back of his neck into his hair, staring at him with those silver eyes.
" Where? Where might I taste you from? Where do you want to taste me?"
Moving her face just a fraction away from his, her lips brushing his as she spoke so close to them.
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Date: 2021-02-16 04:00 pm (UTC)"You can taste my neck," he offered. "Or my chest... or... anywhere you please."
It was hard to focus on much with her lips brushing so against his. "I'd like to taste your lips first. Then maybe... make my way down until I find your other pair of lips. If you'll allow it?"
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Date: 2021-03-12 11:02 pm (UTC)"...Here." Maria's delicate fingers stroked across Max's collarbone. "I wish to wrap my lips around your warm flesh... Just here." Scratching lightly as she sang her words out, so gentle and foreign.
His comment, however, that gained a playful tut of her tongue. "Now, Max, are you always so vulgar when you speak to a lady?" Don't worry, she liked it. Liked it enough to take a step away from him, press her back against the glass of the window and let the thin fabric she wore slip down from both shoulders to the crook of her elbows, exposing her pale breasts and that unhealing slit of a scar, slashed across her throat.
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Date: 2021-03-16 04:13 am (UTC)When she playfully chided him for his vulgar words, he chuckled. "Only when she invites me over for a midnight rendevous."
But that chuckle sighed away as she revealed the soft flesh of her chest to him. He was drawn to her, a moth to flame. He stepped in closer and started to lean in as if to kiss the newly revealed skin, but then he faltered when he caught sight of that scar.
His eyes held a question in them though he didn't vocalize it. What happened here? And why hadn't it healed? Gently, he reached out to brush his thumb over that line on her throat... Then, he realized what he was doing and cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Sorry," he murmured to her. He let his hand trail lower, back to what he was meant to be doing -worshipping her lovely body. He hoped he hadn't disturbed her too much with that move.
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Date: 2021-03-20 07:17 pm (UTC)As Max came over, drawn in by her beauty a small hint of sadness filled her eyes. It was his reaction to her scar, the soft touch he placed there. So kind and tender, no one had ever dared to touch it, no one had ever seen it back home in fact.
"There is no need for sorries, my dear sweet Max. You may touch any part of my you desire... Even my throat. I feel no pain."
Wriggling her arms and letting her dress fall in a heap around her feet, standing before him now, completely naked. Pale like the moon skin just as cold as the night.
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Date: 2021-03-22 07:59 pm (UTC)He enjoyed this tit for tat. Having someone who could keep up with him was a treat every time. It was almost enough to keep the sadness at what he saw in that scar at bay.
"I'm glad it doesn't hurt." There was still a touch of sorrow for her in that.
But, since she'd said it was okay, he reached up again to run his finger over the mark, starting there, then working his fingers down over her collarbone, then the newly revealed flesh of her breast. His other hand joined in there, so that he could cup her, one in each hand. His thumbs stroked lightly over her nipple, to tease them and her.
"I... I only apologize because, well, sometimes scars can hold bad memories. I know you felt mine." He hadn't missed how her fingers brushed over his neck. "I didn't want to spoil the mood by bringing anything painful to mind for you."
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Date: 2021-03-25 10:14 pm (UTC)Lady Maria wasn't used to flirting, it came naturally to Max though, perhaps he could give her some tips? She was sad to see him sad, she believed she deserved her scars, she had come to terms with them years upon years ago.
"Any pain I feel is fleeting. I heal eternally, I can not be killed so easily." She smiled at his sad little comment, pressing her palm to his face as he came closer, tilting her head, making sure to catch and keep his eyes on her.
Maria let a soft purring sound flood from her throat as he cupped her ample breasts, though her skin was cold, it warmed under his touch, especially when he brushed past her pert little nipples.
"Max, darling you could not spoil this mood if you tried." She actually smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and stroking the back of his head, feeling his dark hair between her splayed fingers. "Perhaps I will tell you the tales behind my scars someday. Would you like to know the secrets?" Hitching one of her naked legs up and wrapping it around his side, pulling their bodies together, her back against the window.
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Date: 2021-03-30 05:57 pm (UTC)If she asked him for tips on flirting he'd laugh but not at her. Only because, by his measure, she was keeping up just fine. Their banter was enjoyable. And, the mood between them seemed relaxed, good for sharing a few deeper moments.
"I think I would," he murmured. His eyes fell to half lidded when her fingers stroked his head. A deep purr of his own rumbled his chest. "I'd be honored to know it."
It would keep for now, however. He was too entranced by the way she warmed at his touch, the stiff peaks of her nipples invited him to explore more boldly. He wanted to make her call him darling again.
"You're right, I'd rather spoil you instead, in the good way."
Ah, god. Her leg wrapped around him, pressing them close. His fully awake erection ground against her pelvis. But it was still encased in his clothes. He really should fix that.
"You look so very good dressed in moonlight. Allow me to join you?"
He reached down to undo his flies one-handed, and unbuckle the belt that kept his trousers up. As soon as he had it undone, he toed off his shoes and let the pants drop to the floor, along with his boxer briefs, so he could step out of them. Now, at last, she could appreciate him in all his sizable splendor naked and ready for her.
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Date: 2021-04-03 03:35 pm (UTC)It was strange, the easy in which she could talk to Max, despite most finding her hard and commanding demeanour very attractive, she felt she could let a little of her hidden softness spill through with him. There was only The First Hunter, Gerhman, her old mentor and Hunting partner who had ever seen Maria's softness. She was more like The Plain Doll back then, in the earlier days. Oh, so many years back now.
Her light tone turned sultry as she stroked both sides of his face, smoothing down his neck and resting upon his strong shoulders. "You should know. I have slain many a man who came seeking my secrets." More truth behind that than he knows, but for this context, she was definitely just flirting and not threatening.
If he kept up with such adoring attention for her, he would have her calling him darling over and over again. She instigated this encounter with thoughts to seduce him, now it felt as though he was the one swooning her. Such a handsome boy.
When he complimented how she looked bathed in moonlight, Maria blushed a little, covering his lips as she did so. Nodding and leaning back against the window, running her hands through her silvery locks as she watched intently while he stripped naked. Maria leant over and picked up his bottle of wine, tipping her head back as she poured some into her open mouth. A few dribbling trickles cascaded down her naked pale skin, Maria pushed her breasts together with her arms, letting more of the wine spill over her chin and gather in a pool at her cleavage. "Drink me deeply, Darling."
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Date: 2021-04-07 05:24 pm (UTC)It was all playful banter, of course, but below that Max could sense the seed of truth. He liked this softer side of her very much, but just as with all fanged creatures, he never forgot the darker parts of their nature. He simply knew how to forgive it, or maybe to see past it. He didn't doubt for a moment she'd killed many, or that she could kill him. But he was willing to stake his neck on the trust that tonight she would deliver only la petite mort.
"Funny," he chuckled as he leaned in, "I thought that was my line."
His tongue dragged down her neck, cleaning up the wine that dribbled there first, then he pursed his lips and pressed them to the puddle of red that pooled in her cleavage. He drank, but his eyes stayed lifted to her face the whole time. And when the pool ran dry, his lapped at her breasts, like licking up the last of a sweet treat off a lovely china plate, delicately, carefully. Everything tasted better when served this way.
"Think I missed a spot," he murmured, lifting his head so he could graze his tongue over her chin too, then up for another long wine-flavored kiss. It would leave both their lips stained red when he pulled away.
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Date: 2021-05-20 05:27 pm (UTC)Should he ever grow more curious and ask, Maria, trusted him enough with some of her secrets, though others were best left alone... For everyone's sake. It was good that Max understood what she was, what she was capable of, though she wanted him to know that she was less of a creature than those who drink blood in his world. The Vileblood's never turned with their bites, the sun didn't harm them, nor holy words or water. No, they were more human than you'd think. Well, the noble ones like Lady Maria were at least.
Maria hummed out a pleasing sound at his comment. So, he was happy to let her drink from him? That was as much consent as she needed to hear.
The way he looked at her, drinking the wine from her the chalice of her chest, filled Maria with a sensation that thrilled her right down to her core. His eyes, captivating and bright, full of life and lust, she'd not been looked at like this in some time. Not truly. And as he charmed his way back into her lips, Maria wrapped those slender, pale arms of hers around his neck, pulling him closer until their naked bodies pressed in snug, like jigsaw pieces lining up. His flesh so warm and full of life, against hers, cold and trapped in time. The shadow they cast on the floor behind him, melting into one.
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Date: 2021-05-24 03:47 pm (UTC)He pressed in, embracing her with strong arms and warm hands that gripped possessively at her cold back. His firm cock trapped between them pulsed lightly with the pleasure of their bodies joined so close.
"Please," he whispered against her as he angled his head and neck, presenting his flesh out to her for the taking. "I'm all yours."