WHO: Kiernan and Odette
WHEN: 25 Jan 1943 - or thereabouts
NSFW WARNING
[08:15] Kiernan "Akemi" Rourke carried what looked like a little basket of dress shirts and ties and a couple of blazers, a set of trousers down the street to the indicated house. It looked like the right place... both by the letter response he'd gotten and the urchin's description. He was only moderately dressed himself - pants and sandals from the Seiiki side of the harbor, a loose sweater that let the innate heat of his body warm the air. The whole ordeal had him riled enough that it was absolutely necessary to vent a bit to keep the excess Aetheric energy from the battery lodged in his chest from becoming problematic.
Stepping over the gate, he made his way across the front yard and to the door, budging the basket into one hand and reaching to knock with the other. If there was a doorbell he absolutely missed it, green eyes focused on the rather low part of the door he expected Odette's face to pop up in based on what he remembered of her height.
[08:23] Odette di Benedetti had been milling about the house and contemplating going out for a wander as the tea kettle was set on the stove to boil.
The knock at the door had her pale head lifting in utter surprise. This was a surprising town, after all, and after the small bouquet of flowers appeared on her stoop, the diminutive woman decided she'd need to be prepared for odd things taking place.
One dainty hand lifted to pat at her errant strands of silver and, find it a useless exercise, determined that her caller would simply have to be okay with her answering the door in her dressing down and sans makeup.
Giving the knob a twist, the door opened and her black eyes met the beautiful bare chest of a male before her head tipped up to find the face attached.
"Oh! Mister Rourke. What a lovely surprise?", she murred in her velvet rasp.
She quickly assessed the basket in his arm as being full of laundry, and a grin tugged at the corners of her mouth.
Odette stepped to one side, pulling the door wider and gesturing,
"Do get your scandalously-clad self off the street.".
[08:31] Kiernan "Akemi" Rourke looked down at himself. Being called out for his scandalous amount of attire wasn't doing wonders for his redness. The near constant irritation around that golden ant embedded on his sternum was one thing but the blush that spread from his cheeks to his neck and ears was more than distinguishable from it. Sheepishly he stepped into her house, stretching a toe out to gently close her door behind him. "Er... well, ye did mention I could come by anytime for th'washin', so..." He shrugged, shoulders tensing beneath the cloth of his sweater as he leveled a slightly apologetic smile at the white-clad vampiress. "...here I be. I - eh, I know s'alot more than jus' the shirt but... they really ain't wantin' ta help me out at th'Academy at th'moment. Do ye mind? I kin make it up ta ye, promise." He shifted the contents of the basket a little, clearly indicating the fact that he'd brought... well, pretty much his whole load of laundry over instead of just his teacake-dirtied clothes.
[08:42] Odette di Benedetti gently guided the door as his toe closed it, her head swiveling to follow the man's progression into the entry.
Odette was gifted with keen senses, and she was currently employing all of them as well as a bit of restraint in teasing him further. The blush that rose to pinken his neck and face was quite possibly the most charming things she'd seen in days and it would have been so easy...
"I did, indeed. And I don't mind. I can only imagine what shenigans you've enacted to have your fellows giving you a right bollocking, but we will get you all sorted. I'll get back to you on what needs to be made up for, yeah?". This was offered with a small grin, her fathomless obsidian eyes twinkling with mischief as she absorbed his look of discomfort.
Odette stepped close enough to retrieve the basket from Kiernan, her small pale hands gently brushing his fingers as she did so.
Her head tipped back as her dark eyes found the golden insect embedded on his chest before sliding up to focus on those meadow green ones.
Visibly swallowing any comment or question, she smiled again, this time using willpower to keep her expression convivial rather than what she was feeling in this moment.
Should she ask him about the sweater and trousers he currently wore?
A naked man in her house...and she was worried about /him/ being scandalous?
[08:54] Kiernan "Akemi" Rourke was warm, like standing near a campfire. He smelled a bit like forest wood too under the cologne - something floral from the Academy soaps and fairly nondescript. Odette, with her senses, likely noticed a few things about the ghoul away from the busy hubbub of the street - the hair seemed natural instead of dyed, healthy and untouched by chemicals but certainly not a standard color. His skin was remarkably smooth but for the callouses on his fingers and some bruises on his knuckles. He had two piercings - metal cuffs that ringed his clavicle on either side, equidistant from the center and with small but sturdy looking rings attached to the front, easily hidden under clothing but also easily accessible for... attachment, one could suppose.
Her fingers brushed his and he cleared his throat, his eyes dipping momentarily down the neckline of her top before flying away to a corner of the ceiling to keep himself from getting into trouble. "E-Err... well..." He tried to come up with an excuse but being half-fae had its downsides - he was a poor liar even when he wanted not to be. "...might mebbe be a bit of a troublemaker, aye," he eventually conceded with a scrunch of his nose. He grinned though as he turned back to Odette, taking a step to her as she tried to pull away with his basket of laundry. "Now, yer already lettin' me use yer house, can't very well be lettin' ye pull all th'weight Miss," he said chidingly, reaching to grapple the thing back from her with a lunge that send his sweater tumbling off his shoulders and hooking to his elbows.
[09:11] Odette di Benedetti could feel the heat radiating from him and it was positively delicious, the flame to her inner moth, and that suffusing heat made him smell enticing in an inexplicable way. His pale and pink hair reminded her of the candyfloss she used to find on holidays, the fleeting thought drifting through her mind that he would, perhaps, be just as sweet to taste.
When those green eyes skittered away from her to peer deeper into the room, the tiny woman took the opportunity to peruse his form more blatantly, and those rings at his collarbones begged.../begged/ to be tugged. Odette's fingers twitched reflexively as the silky appearance of him beckoned and she drew a suddenly necessary breath.
Kiernan's tug of the basket caught her off-guard, and the momentum- instead of pulling it from her hands- simply dragged her into him, not really sending her off balance, but far closer than she'd be with a relative stranger.
The subtle rustle of the knitted fabric sliding down his shoulders and baring more skin to her had her lips parting in a moue of...something. Surprise? Want?
It was Odette's turn to clear her throat and she'd release the basket, stepping back quickly, almost as if the touch burned.
She turned, one hand lifting to press fingertips to her cheek as she moved away from him and toward the little closet that held the washing machine.
"The...um...the washing machine is in here.", she'd murr quietly, frazzled thoughts distracting her as she tried to pull herself together, then added,
"I don't have one of those drying machines, but the line is just out the back door. I am happy to help, though, you know. Let me show you where the powder is....would you like some tea?", she rambled nervously.
[09:19] Kiernan "Akemi" Rourke was muscled, built but still on the lithe side. The curve of his neck and the boyish quality of his features lent themselves well to his youthful appearance and coupled with his generally headstrong attitude it gave most the impression - and him the reputation - of being young and naive. He was not, however, blind to the way Odette looked at him. He swallowed a lump as she stepped back, watching the little gestures and movements as she led him toward the room with the washing machine.
"I - er..." he began hesitantly, following along with his sweater in loose loops around his wrists. "...rory fer makin' ye... uncomfy?" he offered. "I dun have ta wait 'til they hang dry. I kin generate enough heat ta git them dry enough I think, long as ye got somewhere I kin do it in private and not scare th'locals." He hovers near the door - and nearer to Odette than likely he should, considering he's taller and can... look down into things from that perspective. The sight puts a throb in his pants that he quickly tries shift the basket to hide, only to end up dropping it and spilling laundry onto the floor.
Shirts, pants, ties... they tumble out along with underthings - not all of them particularly standard. There are some thongs in there obviously meant to accentuate the butt and frontal accessories that he scrambles to cover up.
[09:34] Odette di Benedetti 's wry chuckle would precede her pause, and the diminutive vampiress would turn just before the laundry closet to peer up at him.
"'Uncomfy' is not exactly the word I'd use, Kiernan.", she admitted honestly. This time, her starlit black eyes lingered on his handsome if young face, and she'd add,
"I mean, it's not everyday someone as adorable as you can make me feel like a dirty ol' biddy.", her tone merry if a bit sardonic.
Odette's skin, while it didn't exactly flush with embarrassment, would pinken the tiniest bit at the apples of her cheeks. It had been a day or so since she'd had appropriate sustenance, so she was a bit more pale and cool than she might have seemed in the bakery.
There was a small spray of pale freckles across her nose, and a few leftover beauty marks from her previous life, as well as the scarification patterns on both shoulders that would be mostly hidden by her dressing gown. If he spied them, he might see the merest change in her skin texture before the marks disappeared under the silk.
Her skin, like his, was buttery soft and smooth, though markedly cooler. Pale blue veins would be seen just beneath her lily flesh.
When he steps close once more, her head tips up and those liquid dark eyes trailed more brazenly up his chest to his face, and she saw his gaze dip to her cleavage with a look that had her tugging her lower lip between her teeth.
The clatter of the basket brought her round, and she blinked down at the dropped basket and spilled laundry, a soft rush of sound coming from her,
"Oh...my...."
[09:43] Kiernan "Akemi" Rourke ended up just sitting back on his heels and heaving a sigh. "Welp..." A dismissive wave of his hand gestured at the mess of laundry. "Secrets out I s'pose," he said with a nervous little laugh. "Promise it ain't all filthy, really. It'd be rude ta do that to ye. Just needs a tumble is all." He up-ended the basket to start filling it again. "But if yer changin' yer mind 'bout me usin' yer washer I git it," he said genuinely. He was red as a beet though, red in the face and neck, flushing beneath the tattoo that sprawled down towards his collarbone. Tiny wisps of steam were visible coming out of his ears and rising from his cheeks and he felt warmer somehow, prompting the witch to doff his sweater and add it to the top of the basket.
[09:49] Odette di Benedetti 's eyes slid from the laundry to his face, his explanation finally penetrating her fugue. Her pale head canted to one side, her nose and brow wrinkling in confusion just before she shook it.
"What? No....nono. That's not what I...I wasn't judging.", she muttered, contrite at the idea he must have thought her prudish.
Odette saw the steam rising from him and she chuckled softly.
One hand darted out to land on his as the sweater was dropped into the basket, her gaze shifting to look at his meadow-green eyes, that charming blush making her feel a bit dreadful.
"No. I promise I wasn't...I don't care.", she'd coo.
Her other hand lifted, her bent index finger tucking under his chin so he'd look at her in his embarrassment.
[09:55] Kiernan "Akemi" Rourke froze up as he felt her finger touch him. His face was positively burning, the little golden ant in his chest reacting to his heightened state of emotion and seeding energy into the rest of his body. It manifested... many different ways but for Kiernan, what typically ended up helping was expending that excess somehow and currently there was really only one thing in mind. He swallowed, licking his lips nervously as he met her eyes, bright greens to deep starry pools of black.
"I...If yer sure, I..." he couldn't even really bring himself to look over at the door for that washing machine. "...I should git the wash started or... or..." Quick as a snap his hand was up, grasping at her wrist. He didn't hold her tightly bit it was a firm grip, intent and purposeful. "We're... we're gonna have a bit of a problem if I keep... keep sittin' still like this ma'am," he stammered out, straightening up to stand and pulling to get her to do the same, laundry and basket be damned.
[10:03] Odette di Benedetti 's black eyes widened as his hand whipped out to take her wrist, her gaze never leaving his when he tugged them both to stand.
She let him, though not without recompense.
Odette's petite frame swayed slightly closer. Close enough for the radiating heat of his body to touch her skin and warm her in ways that made her...hungry.
Her voice, warmed-honey and smoke, slithered out to take up space between them, her own small pink tongue snaking out to slip along her lower lip just before she said,
"And what kind of problem would that be?". It had been on the tip of that little pink tongue to add 'boy' to the end of her sentence, but she was afraid of being irresponsibly derogatory.
"Tell me....Kiernan."
[10:10] Kiernan "Akemi" Rourke let her go, letting his fingers trail over her wrist and down her arm before simply dropping it to his side. He was getting hot - far, far too hot. The quickening of his breath was visible in the rise and fall of his chest, the steady thrum of a pulse in his carotid. He took a half step back and huffed out a breath that puffed his cheeks briefly. "This - this thing 'ere's a batt'ry. Supposed ta... ta teach me how ta manage my abilities but if I git - git riled up, it's - it's real, real hard not ta light up if I don't burn off the energy elseways," he managed to say, one foot tapping almost impatiently on the wooden floor. He gulped and reached up again, fingers fumbling with the neck of her own sweater. "And yer... yer right gorgeous so that's... not helpin' matters much aye?"
[10:29] Odette di Benedetti barely refrained from letting a sigh of disappointment slip from her parted lips when he dropped her wrist, though the skimming of his fingers down her arm made her shiver slightly. She let it fall to her side, the eyes on his face fastened.
She was fighting through her own emotions to understand what he was trying to tell her, and her brow plucked in a small frown of consternation.
Odette found her eyes shifting the the throb of blood causing his pulse to leap in that fat carotid artery, and her voice was a bit distracted when she finally shifted her gaze back to his face.
"Riled up...light up?", she asked softly, but when those hot fingers danced along the edge of her dressing gown and the backs touched her skin, her pupils flared.
The penny dropped. Her face was a smooth mask as she waited to see what her words would do to him.
"Oh...I see. Well....I've never been a particularly helpful girl, if I'm honest.".
The hand that had dropped to her side lifted, the pad of her index finger tracing the flesh around the golden ant.
Slowly dragging along the arc of his lithe pec toward one of the rings, she succumbed to temptation and very carefully hooked her long nail into the opening, holding it still as she watched his face.
[10:39] Kiernan "Akemi" Rourke nodded dimly when she repeated his words. "Pyro...pyromancy," he stammered out, promptly shutting up when he felt her finger touch near the ant. The muscles of his chest flinched in visible pain - that area was tender, super sensitive to touch from being so often burned and regenerated when these flare-ups occurred. At first he watched the movement of her hands as she moved toward that ring but once she touched it and he felt the slide of fingernail against the metal he looked up, staring her in the face as if trained. "It...it's fer..." his hands moved on their own, settling on her waist, sliding to her hips - he had to pull them away to settle them parade-rest behind his back like a well-behaved soldier when he reminded himself he'd only met the woman once and was being absolutely forward. It stretched his body a bit, that pose... pulled trousers taught across the front of his pelvis and the thick length that stiffened down toward one thigh. "...it's fer...ropes n' things like... like that," he explained could only stay quiet another beat before the plea slipped from his lips, dragging need with it from the depths of his throat. "Please."
[10:51] Odette di Benedetti 's lashes fluttered against pale cheeks when his hands went to her waist, slid down her hips, hopefully distracting from the fact that she'd had to shift her position to squeeze her thighs together as an ache of desire rocketed through her.
The tiny vampiress felt the echoing ache in her canines and fought the urge to let them protract.
When he withdrew, she again felt a flutter of disappointment, aware in her periphery that his hands where now tucked behind his back.
With his position change, she was also now acutely aware of the length of his burgeoning erection snaking down his thigh.
Something in the way he stared intently at her, the heat of him caused her to struggle mightily.
When the plea drifted from him, her eyes on his face shifted to the ring her nail was poised in, taking the word from him to mean she should release the ring.
Odette slid her nail free with a faint 'tink'.
In his next heartbeat, both hands reached round his waist, taking his wrists in her tiny hands and tugging them back to his hips as her head tipped up, pink lips parted and black eyes wide. Settling them against the silk covering her skin, she released him briefly before her hands moved to the waist of his trousers, the backs of her cool fingers against the smoothness of his warm skin there.
"Please?"
[10:59] Kiernan "Akemi" Rourke let out a shaky breath when he felt the nail tug free. Knuckles popped audibly behind his back in an attempt to release some kind of pressure but it certainly didn't help, especially not when she was touching his hands and moving them to the slender curves of her waist. His fingers twitched before he gripped more firmly, pulling her toward him as she leaned and reached for the waistline of his pants. "Fuck," he breathed, hands squeezing. The brush of chilly skin against his own was... familiar- too familiar for him not to react, pushing her backward as he moved, striding to get her pinned against the counter. He couldn't be still. He'd burn the house down if he tried. His head bent and his lips moved for her neck, pressing hard, hungry - but searching too for a pulse or the tell-tale lack of it. His body leaned, pressing against the front of her to make the stiff heat hidden by his clothes all the more evident.
[11:10] Odette di Benedetti easily fitted her curves against him, a small and indelicate grunt slipping between parted lips as her pulled her body into his.
Her pale head dropped back as his mouth descended, the heat of it right where her thrumming pulse should have been.
Odette's small body arced a bit as he wedged them against the kitchen counter, nestling the hard length of him against the softness of her silk-clad belly while her small fingers performed a more important task.
A deft flick of her fingers had the button of his trousers sliding free of the material, the basket of laundry all but forgotten as both of her hands slid between the front of his trousers and the fabric that peeled apart at her bidding. Heat licked up her thighs and into her core, and she rocked where she was pinned between Kiernan and the counter.
The next noise that his touch elicited from her was a small purr, and her dainty hands found what she was seeking and wrapped around the hard length of him...
"...fuck.", she echoed throatily.
[11:19] Kiernan "Akemi" Rourke had no patience once he felt her hand against her. The fact that he was uncaged *today* didn't mean he didn't typically keep up with some strict regimens of denial to keep his focus on his studies and in some ways he was starved, leaning and thrusting into the delicate fingers of her hand. "Dun... stop there?" he murmured, teeth scraping then biting lightly at her skin. They were slightly pointed - just a touch sharper than a human's but not nearly enough to be called fangs outright. A shift and a lift and he tried to get her seated up and on that counter, his hands sweeping down her thighs to try to part them and push at her skirts so he could sweep the warmth of his palms against bare flesh instead.
[11:28] Odette di Benedetti was light, and she went willingly when Kiernan lifted her easily to deposit her on the counter top.
Odette realized absently that at some point the single button on her dressing gown had unfastened and the silken robe had shimmied down her pale and slender arms to pool at her wrists. Now, it was in the way of her view of Kiernan's thick cock that was fucking up into her hands. Uhn uh.
Releasing him briefly, she flicked the garment from her to land someone away from them, though she was careful to not toss it onto the cooker.
Feeling his teeth graze her skin, she was surprised at the sharpness and shivered under his mouth with the decadent sensation.
In a breath, her hands were back on him, sliding downward over his lean hips to shove his trousers down, her nails lightly raking of the skin and one foot hooked into the hammock of his clothes between his thighs.
His hands over, then under, her chemise had her slipping to the edge, her thighs parting willingly for him, her legs lifting as the silk of her gown was pushed to her hips.
Releasing his turgid length, her heels dug into his naked backside, urging him into her as her hands reached for his shoulders, lust hooded liquid black eyes on his green ones,
"Please...", it was her turn to plead.
[11:49] Kiernan "Akemi" Rourke let out a desperate groan when she released him. He chased after her with his hips, spurred on by the press of her heels and the dig of nails into his shoulders. He braced himself at her hips momentarily as he lifted a leg, then the other to kick off his pants and toe-off the sandals, leaving them in a pile elsewhere on the floor. When he rested against her again it was bare, the head of his cock against the silken fabric that stood as a thin but frustrating barrier between them. Sliding a hand in under the hem of her gown her wrapped a fist around the damp gusset of her panties, his palm heating until the fabric simply... burned away, ceasing to exist and leaving the ring of it around her hips as the only remainder. He tried murmuring an apology. It wasn't entirely coherent as his focus went to lining himself up and nudging the tip of his painfully stiff prick inside her.
[12:02] Odette di Benedetti a soft gasp lifted from her lips when the felt the head of him dance against the damp silk snugged against her aching apex.
She shifted as if intent on shimmying the panties down her hips, but in the next instant, Kiernan's hand covered her fabric trapped sex.
Odette heard rather than felt the singeing away of the crotch, the elastic waist suddenly freed and rebounding to hang about her waist.
Her heels spurred him once more, fingers grappling at his shoulders in an effort to impatiently drag him closer, into her.
His heat warmed her wetness as that first press of head against her slick lips drew a ragged whimper from the bow-shaped mouth.
Slender arms twined around his neck and her thighs trembled in anticipation.
Stilling briefly, barely holding back her raging need, her pale head dipped to brush her lips against his.
[12:08] Kiernan "Akemi" Rourke sank in about an inch and whatever slim remnants of his patience still existed melted away. He grabbed at her hips, fingers digging in as he held her steady. Muscles in his back and ass and thighs tensed as he thrust in deep, sinking into her until he met resistance and the tight, grasping warmth of her pulled a moan from his throat. "Fuck - " he breathed again. Kiernan buried his face in her neck, kissing her, biting at the stretch of flesh that served as junction with her shoulder. He picked up pace quickly. Now that he'd begun he couldn't stop fucking her.
"Sorry- fuck- fuck you feel so good- "
He was panting before too long, heated and hard, skin glistening with sweat - but he didn't come quickly. He seemed to know well enough when to ease off, slowing each stroke to stave off the oncoming wave of ecstasy before picking back up again, sealing their hips together with wet slaps of heated skin.
[12:16] Odette di Benedetti her small, cool hands flattened against the hot skin of his broad back, her lips at his parting in a delicate if breathy mewl as he pushed into her entrance, stretching her as the first stroke deepened.
"Kiernan....".
She whimpered with the fullness, and then he moaned.
His grip on her hips was painful and welcome, and she drew her knees back, her legs encircling his waist, her fingers seeking purchase in the tensely rigid muscles of his back. She wanted more...wanted him deeper...closer.
That hot mouth of his, his teeth grating at the flesh of her neck had her own fangs sliding free unbidden.
Every thrust had her gripping around him as he rode her higher and higher, the core of her wringing against his blissful and brusing intrusion until every bit of her trembled and ached, only vaguely aware of the grunts and panting and skin-slapping sounds reverberating to split the air in the room.
[12:26] Kiernan "Akemi" Rourke was wanton and unrestrained, jarring the small counter with thrusts that were bound to leave her bruised by the time he was done. He seemed to have boundless energy and when his lips had found every inch of her neck they moved to capture hers with as much hunger as he'd had at the start. He moaned into the kiss, feeling the tip of his length nudge against the os of her cervix and drawing back, hesitant, frightened he'd hurt her. "M-M'sorry," he murmured, biting at her lower lip almost in apology. Glancing behind him, he spotted the nearby chaise and scooped her off the counter, careful not to dislodge himself from inside her as he scooted them across the room and went to lay her down into the soft white covers. More laundry... but he wasn't thinking about that. "Yer cold..." he mumbled, kissing her again as he rocked into her, his hands running warm palms up her sides and back down to her thighs again. He sounded like he was on the cusp of saying something more but he didn't, instead busying himself with moving his grip up to tug the top of her gown down to expose her breasts.
[12:47] Odette di Benedetti 's soft cry echoed between them, seeping into their kiss when the thick head tapped her cervix.
"Do it again...", was her breathless murmur in response to his apology.
Her lips softened as his teeth nibbled at her lip, her tongue darting out to taste him.
In the next moment, he was moving them and she held her breath, afraid for a moment that he would slip free. He did not, and she was lowered to the chaise and before she could think, her arms and legs twined around him, pulling him into her.
A tenderness suffused his touch, his movements now, and when he mentioned her being cold, her heavy lids parted to peer up at him, wondering if it bothered him that she was cold. It did not seem to.
When his tugged the top of her gown, she released her hold on his shoulders to slide the straps down her arms, pulling them free of the loops so the garment was bunched to the waist, exposing everything to his view, her hips lifting to rise and meet his deliciously deep strokes.
Tension coiled in her core, the slow and sure stoking of her need making tender folds throb, and those black eyes drifted closed once more.
"Kiernan..."
[12:57] Kiernan "Akemi" Rourke hadn't felt that pulse in her throat, not in any of the kisses he pressed to her skin. He knew she was cold, felt the chill that went beyond a normal human's body temperature in colder climes. He didn't care. It was MORE of a draw if anything, bidding him to press his body against hers, soft breasts against the heated planes of his chest. He kissed at her jaw, nibbled at her earlobe, his hips continuing a rhythmic rocking to plunge his thick length into her over and over again - but he was holding back, deliberately so.
"Do... do ye need somethin' from me?" he asked.
His voice and the thrum of his pulse were likely strong in her ear, pressed against her as he was. There was no fear in that inquiry. Kiernan tilted his head away from her once he was sure she'd heard, exposing the stretch of trapezius and the swell of his jugular.
[13:06] Odette di Benedetti 's dark eyes fluttered open, the black of her pupils and iris practically obscuring any sclera. She gazed up at him, barely beyond understanding for a moment, focused on a tension that built in his slowing.
Odette watched as he stretched his head away from her, her eyes fixing on the pulse that billowed just beneath his smooth and warm skin. Her lips parted, and she knew she needed to deny it. Some kernel of rationality intruded on her twisting hunger, her building orgasm.
He was not hers, and she did not know who he belonged to, if anyone...but, everything about him made her desperate for him.
Finally, she gulped and murmured into the space between them,
"You...know."
[13:13] Kiernan "Akemi" Rourke pulled back just enough to be able to look her in the eye. Desire was plain as day in his face and fear or disgust at the confirmation she'd uttered were nowhere to be seen. "Well... I know now," he said with a cheeky little twitch at his lips. The knowledge made him... throb inside her as if parts of him ached for the sting of a bite.
"S'okay. M'not all human either ye know? And I... mm. I'm acquainted," he said after a pause. Motion stilled which made his eyelids flutter. Kiernan had to bite his lip to tamp down the frustration but this felt... important. "The cold in yer skin, the... heartbeat. Lackin. Things like that're familiar." He bent to press his lips to her jaw. "...in a good way, yeah? So.. askin. Do ye need somethin... from me."
[13:21] Odette di Benedetti 's lips parted, those lashes fluttering once more as his hot lips danced along her jaw and he still inside her.
She tightened around him, gripping the length of him to hold him there, torment him, but her answer was a soft sigh,
"yes...".
Her arms, trembling with the magnitude of the revelations between them and the sheer willpower being sucked from both of them in this moment, slid higher and one hand cradled the back of his head, the other arm holding his torso close to her.
She tucked her own face against his neck, her lips teasing at the heated flesh over his pulse in several small kisses before the tip of her tongue snaked out to slide along the external jugular with a heady murr of pleasure.
With a slow precision bourne from the deepest recesses of her patience, she pressed her open mouth to his throat, pausing for one heartbeat before she tensed, driving those fangs through his skin and into the vein with a wet pop.
[13:32] Kiernan "Akemi" Rourke stretched, exposing his neck and throat for her without hesitation. The admission of her need was met with another softly uttered, "Please..." and the tightening of his arms around her, the twitch of his cock in the grasp of her walls. She kissed him and every touch of her lips tensed his body a bit until he was taut as a wire against her, scarcely breathing in the anticipation. He gasped when she finally broke skin. The pierce of fangs sent fresh, hot blood spilling into her mouth, rich and invigorating and *sweet*... and unfortunately for Odette, carrying some of the addictive features of fae blood. He didn't seem to care that she'd bitten him. Kiernan began thrusting again, the movements deep, forceful - threatening to rip the small wound she'd made in his neck wider as the pleasure mounted in his core. The witch enjoyed being fed on.
[13:38] Odette di Benedetti 's jaw tightened, the voracious starvation firing every nerve in her small body as his blood coated the inside of her mouth, her tongue, her lips. Claws scrabbled against the muscles of his back seeking purchase in his smooth, tight skin. A small jerk of her head would seat her fangs deeper into his tender flesh as if she sought to crawl inside him.
Odette was lost to the lust, save the tiniest spark of reason that threaded through her that he tasted like the most decadent dessert.
He was burying himself into her body as she swallowed gulping mouthfuls of him.
Her hunger for him could not be slaked by his blood alone and finding the tension coiling in her belly as he swelled inside her, she whimpered. The sound vibrated against his skin even though her tongue probed into the torn wounds left by her now-retracting fangs, and feeling what it did to him, she pushed the pink tip deeper, the holes stretching against her intrusion.
The beautiful witch fucked into her clenching cunt, a deep moan rumbling her chest as she trembled in his arms, a single stroke from shattering to splinters.
[13:47] Kiernan "Akemi" Rourke couldn't hold himself back. A rough, deep thrust popped him past the tight muscle of her cervix and into her womb, allowing the spill of cum to heat her deepest reaches as he came. His body trembled, stiff and tight against her own, his mind lost to the heady euphoric bliss of the bite.
(( --- RL called, unfortunately ))
doing your own laundry, *awesome*