LORE: Training a Hell Hound (MATURE)

[Emora Deen]

Tenele laughed as she found her way out of the blanket, pushig it to the floor and crawling ontop of soft pile of fabric. "What a shame, guess that means I'm easier to lose in a crowd?" she smile as she fell back into the blankets, her arms going above her head. She basked in the heat of the fireplace, feelig warmer and more comfortable now. "You might need to keep a hand on me just encase."

[Soran Nightblade]

"I should have very little trouble doing that," Vlad smirked, taking a seat next to her. The firelight cast a pulsing gold hue across his pale skin. He leaned back on his elbows and craned his neck to kiss her. It was a surprisingly chaste kiss, if such a thing was possible coming from him. He drew back enough to look into her eyes and a careless grin formed on his lips. He reached down and cupped her cheek in his hand. "I have this weird feeling that I'm dreaming this," he admitted.

[Emora Deen]

She tilted her face into his cool hanand smiled, her eyes flickering back to him. The warmth of the fire was slowly seeping into her, and the chill was gone. It felt nice to be so close to the flames, and she liked the way the reflection danced off his skin. "That's usually my line," she told him in a faint whisper. She smirked mischeviously, kissing his lips and then his neck before biting him vey lightly, enough to pinch the skin. "If you felt that then you aren't dreaming in the least," she muttered into his skin before falling back into the pile of covers, sinking into the softness of the fabric.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad smirked deviously at her and leaned down close to her face. "I felt it," he confirmed, leaning around to kiss the base of her jaw. His lips trailed up to her ear, and he ran his tongue along the skin before moving down to kiss her neck, sucking lightly at her smooth skin. His fingers roamed over her body as he ran his tongue across her throat. "Tenele," he breathed huskily against her, feeling waves of desire pulse through him along with the familiar but controlled pounding of his Hunger. "If those priests only knew what you do to me, I suspect they'd change their minds," he teased in his bedroom voice.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele laughed softly tilting her head back at his kiss, exposing her neck more. "Then, we mustn't let them know," she whispered back, unable to control the fact that she wanted his hands everywhere. She pressed a hand to the back of his neck as she tilted her head to kiss him, a more needful kiss now. She tiltd her body towards him just sightly, a leg bending so that her knee rested against him.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad wove a hand into her hair to support her head as he kissed her. His whole body seemed to hum with excitement at the touch of her skin and the sound of her heartrate rising. He slid over her, shifting between the blankets so that his weight was pressed against hers. "I want you," he whispered playfully, nosing his way down her neck to where the laces of her dress were knotted over her chest. He bit onto one of the strings and pulled back, loosening the top of her dress. He kissed her skin between the laces and then rose up to give her a self-satisfied grin.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele's breath caught in her throat as he pulled the laces away with his teeth and kissed her skin. Her hand rose up to gently brush across his hair, running her fingers through it as she looked at his self-satisfied grin. "You want me, hmm?" she asked him in a sultry voice, arching an eyebrow as she leaned up close to his face, moving her hand to his cheek. She tilted her head, as if she would kiss him and looked into his red eyes. "I guess I'll let you have me then," she whispered, her lips brushing his as she did so. She kissed his lips slowly, eagerly, as if she hadn't kissed him in forever. Then, she leaned around to his ear, and her lips so close they brushed lightly against it, she whispered of all the things she wanted to do with him before the sun rose.

[Soran Nightblade]

That was officially the end of Vlad's tolerance for her clothing. The two rolled playfully latched together as they undressed each other with as little interruption of their passionate kissing as possible. Finally free of their clothes, Vlad rolled up on top of her, his heart pacing from their romp and the intoxicating scent of her pulse just beneath her skin. He wanted to join with her in every way possible, feel their flesh and blood flow together and meld their thoughts in that impossible intimacy he knew only with her.

He gave her a not-so-innocent smile as he pressed the length of his muscled body down along hers, perhaps enjoying the dominant position a little too much. But only because he knew he could control himself, and that she knew him well enough to trust him. He didn't have to be afraid of frightening or overwhelming her, because she knew what she was dealing with. She knew how far she could safely push him, and he knew where to draw the line as well. That alone averted the vast majority of the many possible disasters a coupling like theirs could result in. It was one of the things that made them so perfect together.

The heat of her smooth skin was too much to resist. He leaned down and kissed her, shifting between her legs. His eyes blazed and then shut firmly as their bodies joined, a low groan escaping his lips. He moved slowly to be sure he didn't hurt her, his human and vampire hungers crashing into and building on one another at the impossibly erotic sensation.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele gasped, exhaling in a moan as one hand gripped the blanket next to her head and the other wrapped around the back of his neck, holding on tight before sliding towards his shoulder. She could feel her heart throbbing in her chest already more from anticipation and longing than physical exertion. She bent to kiss his neck, biting lightly once and then a little harder the second time before moving back to his lips. She might have been pushing it, because she knew well what that did to him. However, she wanted to push him. It was thrilling to be with him, exciting, beautiful... so many things in one. She wanted everything he could give her, and she could give him. She wand their bond to e their, pure and strong as it always was. And it only seemed to get stronger to her.

"I love you," she breathed to him as she drew a knee up, the skin of her leg brushing against his hip and side. Her hands found his shoulders, his back, and she couldn't be statisfied with where she placed them.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's breath came faster, as if his body had any need of it. He pressed into her lips to stay focused there instead of on the tantalizing urge to take her blood. The lines between lust and bloodlust tended to get a little blurry when she was driving him crazy like this. He drew back so that their lips barely touched to look at her, his eyes swimming a fiery red with sensation and power. "I love you. You're amazing," he whispered as he pressed tighter against her. He kissed the line of her jaw and ran her hands along her body insatiably.

[Emora Deen]

A soft moan escaped her lips as she arched agaisnt him, head tilted back and exposing her neck more. She was barely able to contain herself much longer, not that she wanted to. She thought he was too good at what he did, and not shy about it in the least. Though, Vlad was rarely shy about anything. Her hands held him tighter, her eyes saying all the things she couldn't find the concentration to voice. She tilted her face into his, pressing her hot cheek against him, her heart throbbing in her chest.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad smirked at the masochistic closeness of her neck. The expression dissolved in a low groan as her tightening grip raised his awareness of his own rising need. He turned his face just enough to brush her neck, and power flared up through him. His hand curved around the opposite side of her neck, and he covered her skin with his mouth, sliding his tongue against her neck with a seductive breath. He couldn't wait any longer. He brushed his teeth lightly along her skin and finally bit down. A wall of pleasure slammed through him as her blood touched his tongue. It made him press in harder, groaning as he went over the edge.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele's breathing increased when his teeth grazed over her neck, for she knew what would come next. Even when his teeth sank into her and his body grew even closr, she still felt unprepared for the wave of feeling that invaded her. She cried out, her hands and legs clenching around him, her nails grazing over his back. She moaned, her eyes closing as the feeling of him, all of him, washed through her. His power making what had just happene between them all the more intoxicatig. Finally, after a long moment, her hands losened, but her legs were contenly locked around him still.

[Soran Nightblade]

His mind was white for a long minute, every nerve throbbing with ecstasy. He clenched onto her tightly as her mind seemed to burst into his. The sheer intimacy of it finally subdued his urgency and he withdrew from her neck slowly, squeezing a palm gently over the wound to help it clot. He raised his head and looked down at her in fascination.

[Emora Deen]

Her head tilted away from him, resting into the smoothness of the warm blankets as she breathed heavily. She could feel her heart beating, it was shakng her. After a long moment she let out a contented moanful sigh, turnin her face back to him. Her wild green eyes fluttering open lazily. She could feel him in her head again, and she liked to have him that close. Half-open she stared up at him, soft smile tugging at her lips. Her hand touched his, the one that was held around the wound on her neck. "If you want more, you can have more," she told him softly. The back of her fingers brushing along his cheek before her hand cupped his face.