The Call

Rayven growled playfully as she worked her throat around him. Vampires were definately as passonate as wolves were. She ran her nails over his legs and chest.
 
Demos Straxus said:
Demos is also relaxing, though there is certainly no lust to serface within him. For him it is a driving unstoppable force that never ceases.

Reaching over he gently carresses her cheek once more.

"I am lonely, and you fill that need better than any woman I have known before. You make me complete."

"Such tender words for such a battle hardened warrior," I reply faintly. I have never heard those words spoken to me before. Not even when I am seducing the most poetic of men. He himself has earned a place in my heart, did from the first time I laid my eyes on him. However, scars of the heart keep me from voicing the feelings that I hold for him.

I slide down his body to wash my hair.
 
Demos smiled faintly at the comment, and gently removed her hands from her hair so that he could accomplish the feat, running his hands softly through her silken locks, enjoying the feel against his hands. He so rarely touched a womans hair, in any time other than sex.

"A warrior must possess a great many skills to succeed in battle. Diplomacy may be detestable as apposed to the glory of war, but one must sometimes accept it. As a result I have learned the tongue of the scholar, though it is not my prefered manner of speech. In any case what I say is not simply pretty words, but facts. You do fill the void in my heart, and for this I am most greatful."
 
I slide up my warrior's body to kiss him deeply. My tongue playing with his as my hands roam across his firm body. The smell of my arousal soon permeates the room to mingle with the smell of the candles. I straddle his lap and slowly grind our sexes together. Such a sweet gliding caress of flesh.

"Demos . . . make love to me. I want you to make love to me now that you know I am your's for as long as you want me."
 
Demos groaned at her attentions, and then smiled a feline grin at her remark. His manhood pressed against her hot opening, he was quite ready to comply. Running his furred hand down her sumputous body, he paused at her opening, rubbing it softly, and opening her for him. Placing the head of his shaft at her womanly gate, he spoke in response to her request.

"I would be.....happy to comply."

He stated, his voice sly, and serious at once.
 
AngelofDeath said:
Rayven growled playfully as she worked her throat around him. Vampires were definately as passonate as wolves were. She ran her nails over his legs and chest.

(OOC: Sorry real life got in the way...You know how it is.)

He moaned feel her throat close around his cock and as her nails touched his legs and chest.
 
I feel his fingers open my feminine lips and suddenly the press of his large sex, "I would be.....happy to comply."

I slowly lower myself onto his body. My soft flesh molding so sweetly, so perfectly around his throbbing phallus. My silken walls rhythmically squeezing his hard length. With a sigh of contentment a joy we finally join as completely as we can. Neither of us move for the longest while, just savoring the pleasure of belonging to another.

I open my eyes, force them to remain so, and stare deeply into his eyes. "This is nice, but I like it rough. Wouldn't you agree?" I ask curiously.
 
ooc: np it happens.

Rayven smiled around his cock. She ran her teeth over him slowly, but enough to draw a moan.

Pulling her mouth away she started to lick her way up his body.
 
Not being able to wait he pulls her up and kisses her hard on the mouth thusting in his tongue. He can slightly taste a bit of his own pre cum still on her tongue.

His hands run down her spine to her ass. He grabs it in both hands and pulls her up and slides her onto his cock.
 
Demos grins a predatory smile. How could have been blind to her for so long.

"Lets find out."

Demos bucks hard into her, starting up a hammering rhythem as his arms move down to grasp her thighs, pulling her to him. Her silken folds around him are sheer torture, and he begins to enter his mating growl. He leans forward to rub his rough tongue against her nipple, enjoying her taste.
 
Rayven howled as he drove deep into her, her cunt opening as flesh does for a knife. She wraped herself aroundhim and growled out, "Fuck me."
 
He grins as he begins to pull out and then pound his way back in.
"You ficking like it hard don't you babe."

He pumps as hard as he can into her wet hot pussy.
 
"Yes Dimitre I do." Her nails dug into his shoulders as she bounced herself up and down him.

The pleasure and pain of it was so fucking good, she felt like she was going to melt fromthe inside out.
 
Dimitre spreads her ass with one hand and pushes two fingers into her hot tight hole.

"Mmmm.. You like that? Do you like my fingers invading your ass?"
 
Rayven came hard as he shoved his fingers into her ass. "YES!!! MORE!!!" Her eyes were glazed over in passion as she rocked her hips between his cock and his fingers.

Dimitre was driving her insane with pleasure.
 
He growls and bites into her neck as his cock expands and he fires his load into her.
 
Rayven let out a whine and rode her explosive orgasm out. She could feel his body reacting to her blood.
 
"Should we clean and see if the others are not 'engaged'?" She let her feet touch the ground and rolled her shoulders.

One could say she was falling hard for him. And they would be right.
 
"Let's find out."

His hips thrust into me and a moan of aching pleasure ushers forth from the passionate well of my lips. The rhythm is hard, delightfully so. With every powerful thrust my body bucks against him. The repeated joining is so splendid that I moan with every slick movement of his hips and groan as his engorged flesh nearly leaves my body.

His hands tightly grasp my thighs and I feel him pull me closer and plunge even further into my hot velvet center. I hear him growl and my body becomes a container of jittery nerves. My excitement is so wild that I feel as though I may be more feral than my warrior.

He leans forward, his tongue caresses the velvet crown of my breast and my body is racked by a serious of shudders that Demos can both see with his eyes and feel with his sheathed phallus.

My hands burry themselves in his soft pelt and I hold him to my body possessively. My velvet muscles milk his steely manhood, provoking his pleasure to build to new heights.

I bend to his neck, pausing to nuzzle lovingly, before sinking my razor-like canines into his neck. His blood wells thickly from the punctured artery and fills my mouth with his unique taste. His taste . . . the taste of my mates blood. The revelation heightens my pleasure and lends a reverence to the moment that I have never felt anywhere before, not even near the most sacred of places.

My hands rub hungrily over the contours of his chest and stomach, further down to explore the area of our joined bodies. His manhood is glossy with the nectar of my body. I touch my parted folds experimentally and remove them curiously. I lift my face from his neck, forcing my mouth away from his bleeding wound. It is a temptation that almost conquers over my will, to further nurse upon his powerful blood. I glance at the tip of my fingers to see them glazed with a hot liquid satin, another temptation arises from within and it is far too powerful to resist. I dip my honeyed fingers into my lover's mouth, wondering at what his reaction might be.
 
Demos sighs as he feels her fangs jab into his neck. The pain is minimal, and the passion is beyond words. He thrusts harder into her, feeling a conection start to draw tight between them. A connection of blood, lust, and love. When she places her finger to his mouth he accepts it tenderly, his long tongue wrapping around her digit and tasting her sweet nectar. Almost as an afterthought he nicks her finger with one his fangs, enjoying the combined taste of her blood, and passion.

His pace becomes something more feral at the blood. It unlocking the beast that was seen only briefly the nigt before. His claws extend, remarking her from the night before. His voice a throaty growl he speaks, his pace never faltering.

"You are like the sweetest wine my mate. I shall have to savor you further later."

One hand moves from their bucking hips to gently carress their joining.
 
"I suppose your right."

He follows her to the shower. He began to think that he was falling for Rayven. No he knew that he was.
 
In the shower Rayven was finally able to was the blood sweat and cum from the last two days off her body. The hot water making her skin glow. Dipping under the spray she rinsed the hair.

Turning and looking at Dimitre she asked, "So what will you do after this is done?"
 
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