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synthneon2022-10-09 12:51 am
shepherdtostars) wrote in synthneon2022-10-09 12:51 am
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bloody tears || ❝ our fate so darkly romantic, i will never leave your side. ❞
He roams the countryside...
A journey far from doner
Racing the setting sun this battle must be won
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Her tail sways faster as he stammers. Perhaps he can even sense how her heartbeat quickens. However, she freezes the moment he pulls away. Her eyes widen and the fear once again strikes her heart. Ears drop to the sides as a clear worry takes her face.
No, no... please don't... don't leave me again.
Her hands lift to see about the laces on the back of her clothes. She undoes them quickly and then removes the bodice from around her and tosses it over to the side. The black frilled dress hangs loosely from her bossom.
Yet, before more of it can be shown, her hands encircle his. Once more, Lantaa closes her eyes for a brief moment. Then, they open to show the two-toned colors gently glowing. She leans forward the needed amount to brush her nose along his. ]
My love, [ Her tone shifts to the tantalizing borderline compelling one once more. She intends for her words to strike to Aymeric in all his senses and capture both waring instincts inside him. Her eyes immediately lock onto his. ] Take all of me that you wish. I am yours in all our lives.
[ To further encourage her alluring attempts, Lantaa gently presses his hands to her breasts. Her rest on top of him, but the sensation causes her hips to react. Once more she presses her hips to his, hoping he might feel her arousal as she can his. ]
I want you. All of you. Vampire and knight.
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And when her hands encircle his, his fingers twitch involuntarily as if betraying an unspoken need to hold and be held by another's hands. He also closes his eyes for a moment as a sense of embarrassment threatens to wash over him. But beneath the embarrassment is a longing to do as she has said, to take her and become one with her. His senses have truly been struck, and his instincts that seem more inclined to fight with each other than do anything else have finally reached an accord: he wants to have her, but more importantly, he wants to belong to her wholly and completely. ]
And I wish to be yours, in every way that you will have me. [ He pauses for a moment before posing his question to her. ] Will you show me how? [ Although he does not use those exact words, in a way, he is giving her permission to compel him as much as she wishes, to cause him to move and act however she might desire, simply because he knows he could put all of himself into her hands and she would act with care, not with selfishness. ]
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She trusts him to compel her to speak and move when needed. He seemingly trusts her in the same regard. She is unsure if he finds it difficult to act due to his upbringing, or the fact that he so suppresses his vampiric nature that anything that motions on the idea of instincts is something he does not trust himself with.
All she takes is a moment more to consider how to go about with his request.
One hand leaves his in order to place her fingers below his chin and guide him closer to her. Her glowing two-toned eyes look to capture his whole attention through her bangs. She does not wish to direct him entirely, but rather to encourage what he may wish to do. The tips of her fingers brush along his jaw as she once more nudges her nose to his. ]
Aymeric. [ Lantaa's tone slips back into the alluring and captivating. Her gaze attempts to encourage him to lower his walls by only a small amount. Enough so that both the knight and vampiric instincts may come to play once more. ] I would have you in all ways...and for you to have me in all ways--to be as we once were.
[ She ghosts her lips along his. ] I wish you to do as you desire to. Tell me, Aymeric... what do you wish to do the most?
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Still, when her tone slips into that most alluring one, he all but snaps to attention. ] Give me an order, or direction, and I will do my best to see it done.
[ He may be a lord, but he considers himself to be lower than others in his own eyes and in the eyes of society. For just a moment, his eyes slide closed when she ghosts her lips across his, and they remain that way until he answers: ]
What do I wish? I wish... I wish to love you as much as I am able.
[ And only once he has finished speaking those words does he lean in to press a deeper kiss to her lips. ]
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Before she feels she might answer him properly, his lips are on hers once again in a deep kiss. Lantaaa melts into the contact, pressing her breast against his hand and herself to him once more. If the knowledge of the wound on his back did not linger? She would direct him over her as she laid below. This position, however, seems to be what he desires.
She breaks the kiss after a moment much to the dismay of her own desire. Her lips remain close to his as her eyes look up to him, still holding onto the alluring and tempting gaze. ]
Then, Aymeric, touch me as you desire to. Have me do as you want and need. Take me not only as a knight would a lady, but as a vampire would his pair.
[ The hand over his at her breast begins to trail along his fingers to encourage him. Her other trails down his side to rest on his hip. Her fingers slide just slightly beneath the waist band to touch the skin there. ]
And tell me where you would have me. Here? [ She gently kisses his jaw and rocks her hips to his. ] Or beneath you?
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Still, at least he can demonstrate his desires through some actions, and the way she presses his breast against his hand only encourages those growing desires. Eventually, though, she breaks the kiss, and he frowns with mild dislike at the kiss ending. But then she speaks, and once more his attention focuses only on her. ]
As I desire to? [ And as he wants and needs? If he followed with his wishes, he would have her beneath him and take her as she told him to.
He falls silent for a moment, but there is a desire and longing in his eyes that speaks volumes should she notice it. ]
Beneath me... [ After a moment's pause, he adds: ] Please. [ He has not, after all, lost his sense of manners. ]
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Lantaa nods to his question. Perhaps he cannot say it even with her compelling. His eyes say all that she might need. She would move to act, yet, he speaks. Not only does he speak of his desire, but he asks of it. It would seem her soulmate refuses to let go of his manners, even when his vampiric instincts are pushed forward.
She nods to his request and presses down on his hips once more. A kiss is ghosted to his lips as she slides from his lap to roll beside him. She finally settles on her back, one hand reaching up to trail her fingers along his lips and the other to rest across her stomach. The top of her frilled dress remains pulled down for him to see her bare chest, but her glowing eyes ate still locked onto his. ]
Trust your instincts, my one and only. Both sets of them... and tell me what they drive you to do.
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What do they drive me to do? They would have me take what is meant to be yours to give to whoever you see fit, and to take all of it. [ To become one flesh, although not in the way condoned by churches, at least based off of his recollections. ] If I give them what they wish, and feed the hunger inside, am I still better than a monster?
[ That is what he fears and doubts most, even with her urging him to let go of those fears and choose to trust. ]
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Her poor knight.]
Aymeric, my love. [ She smiles as sweet as she is able to with the instincts driving against her ability to conduct herself. ] I am giving it to you--all of it. All of me. It is yours.
[ The hand at her stomach raises to rest on his other cheek. The tips of her fingers gently brush along his hair in an attempt to lure him into the acceptance he is so desperately looking for when she is giving it to him unconditionally. ]
I have always been yours to have in any life. We are bound to one another no matter where our next lives take us. I am already yours to reclaim... and so who else would to chose?
[ Her head tilts to let her hair fall oveover her shoulder and give a welcoming and beckoning look in her gaze. ]
I want you to take me--both sides of you. ouch me where you want, kiss whatever part of me you wish. Claim me as a vampire would his mate... and then marry me in a church of your goddess as a knight would his lady. No one else will have me as theirs.
[ Her fingers curl under his chin to pull him closer so she might whisper and only he can hear: ]
Only you.
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It should not be this difficult to accept your words as true, and yet... [ But enough is enough, he has decided. He might be afraid and hesitant, but the time has come for action. ]
I would make you mine, although I do not know how. [ But to start, he lowers himself down until he is still above her yet not quite touching just yet. What he does do, however, is lean in to place a deep, hungry kiss to her lips. ]
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Her gaze softens. Her poor knight. He is so afraid and uncertain of what he has been turned into. If only she had been brave enough to leave her cave sooner, maybe she could have found him... maybe she could have saved him...
The thoughts slip from her mind the moment he kisses her. Lantaa's eyes close and she returns the kiss just as passionately and filled with hunger, even parting her lips to encourage him further. There still lingers that part of her that says they are acting too hastily, too rushed, because they have only just met. Yet, her heart and soul scream loudly against the idea and that these steps are not only right, but they are normal for them regardless of the life they live.
When they part for air, Lantaa once more cups his face gently between her hands. She opens he will not begrudge or hate her for what she is about to do, but she would see him comfortable in who he is--especially with her. She wishes to see him realize that she is safe with him in all ways. At least, she believes she is, as she cannot see him wanting her to be harmed with even is darker instincts in control.
Her thumbs brush along his temple as her gaze once more locks to his. Her eyes intensify in their glow even as part of her worries so very much that he will reject her and push her away. ]
Aymeric. [ Her tone remains sensual and inviting, but there is an underlying tone of command in it. A captivating voice of not only his beloved soulmate, but the pair to his vampiric side.] You trust me, don't you? To tell you what you must do if you cannot bring yourself from the war inside you...
[ One hand leaves his face to take his. She guides it along her side, and her thigh, shivering at the sensation. Then, she guides their hands in between her legs to rest against her. He no douvtedkt can feel the heat there and her desire for him. ]
Trust both your instincts. Listen to them and do what you wish to do. [ She brushes her lips against his once more as she shivers at the placement of their hands. Her tail flicks side to side quickly. ] Touch and kiss me wherever you wish. Act as you should with both sides of you together in harmony.
[ Her head tilts slightly with a worried look in her eyes. ] Or... does only the knight wish me to be his lady... and the vampire not love me or want me at all? [ Her breathe catches in her throat for a moment as a suddenly sense of insecurity takes her. ] Tell me. Please.
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But he knows what he wishes to take hold of and to call his own, but it seems as though he cannot claim it without help. Perhaps in the strangest of ways, that is what makes them partners, even if they have no official titles yet in this life. Two people who care for one another help each other through difficulties, and that is what she seems to be trying to do.
He simply has to stop resisting and let her do what she will. There is something about the tone that she uses that stirs up not only the desire to do whatever she tells him to, but also a feeling long buried that he has heard those tones before in another life and another time far away from this one.
It seems that when she is using her gifts (and they are gifts, as far as he is concerned), to drive him to take action, the power of speech is replaced by a need to move, to act as he is bidden. He lets her move his hands where she will, but once she comes to a stop and his hands are placed between her legs, he begins to move of his own accord.
His hands ghost along her thighs, and yes, he can feel the heat rising from her and the desire that resides there as well. He raises one hand to his lips, and perhaps inexplicably to the eyes of any outside observers, if they existed in this moment, he presses a kiss to his fingers and then places them against the skin of her legs.
Her words wash over him and with them comes a clear desire to take her and make her his. The color of his eyes seems to darken as he stares at her with a hunger that he has tried to conceal thus far, but under the influence of her words, he finds he can no longer do so.
His hands move to circle around her back so he can pull her closer, bringing their hips together. Of course, to truly do this intimate act, they will have to be less clothed, but it is only the start. ]
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Shocks seem to spring from his touches on her legs and thighs, causing her whole body to begin to quiver. Her back arches as she inhales sharply. Oh, she had no idea how good it would feel. The indirect kiss to her thigh makes her breath catch. Sue wishes for him to do as he pleases, yes, but also for him to instruct her lose herself as she has him. Perhaps it is irresponsible, but, she cannot help the desire building in her to lose herself to ancient passions and reunite as they both desire.
Gods, she had no idea her thighs were so sensitive...
Admit the passion building in her, Lantaa realizes he had followed her last instruction. Although, it was more of a request than a command, and perhaps that is why he has brushed it to the side. Perhaps all the vampire is capable of seeing her as is his pair in the sense of the one whose blood completes him. There could be no feelings, and perhaps that is why he refuses to speak to her as the vampire he is.
Lantaa opens her eyes to find his and ask him once more. Yet, she is suddenly breathless as her gaze meets his darkened one. The hunger is evident in his gaze. It stirs those feelings inside of her once more--the ones that wish for him to mold her as he sees fit. Another shiver shoots up her spine as she all but melts into the bed below them for him to move her and do as he pleases. The euphoria from his bite seems to return and her own expression of desire covers her face. ]
Aymeric, I wish you would...
[ Then, his arms circle around her and he presses against her. Her back arches again as the feel of him presses against her. A deep and sensual moan comes from her. The hand at his arm presses into it, and the one on his face moves to bury in his dark locks.
She desires for him to talk to her, to speak to her after all these lives. Her knight, but also as her pair. She wishes to hear his voice in telling her what she might do for him, and to hear him say if he loves her even as the vampire they changed him to.
Her gaze drifts back to him as her breathing deepens. All the dares culminate in her intense eyes. A rock of her hips to his is meant to act as encouragement for what she asks without words.
They come together at a fevered pace, trying to bridge the many lifetimes that they have had to spend apart. There is a worry for his back and the state of it once they've settled, and the passions have mellowed, but the look in his eyes makes her melt on the spot. Her arms gently wrap around him instead, to pull him close and have him rest against her. She nestles against him, eventually drifting off along side him. ]