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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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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. ]
/rolls this as done!
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. ]