The New Neighbors at Redhill House (IC)

[monique_minx]

"I want you now too, Dove."

His lips made a trail of warmth over her icy skin, heating her core as they brushed against her full breasts constrained by the figure hugging corset that wrapped her beautifully. She barely had a moment to think let alone notice his shirt and jacket being removed and flung aside, it was his touch she hungered for in this moment - nothing else mattered. Not even feeding though she was sure that lust would come again soon.

Her lips parted slightly in her yearning, her hazel eyes smouldered and almost seemed to glow as he swept the table free of gardening implements and swiftly lifted her on top of him, her limbs shifting accordingly. For a moment however the passionate frenzy seemed to cease in an awkward moment; was he having trouble with her zipper? She almost smiled at the teenage like fumbling, her eyes closed as she took in the sensations and then she felt his lips press her cheek.

"Sorry about this, Dove."

His warm breath was flush against her face as he spoke in a dreamlike tone of voice, her eyes fluttered open as she felt the severe strain of the fabric against her skin and then the unmistakeable sound of it tearing. The air hit her back and she looked down at Tom in surprise.

"But your dress was in the way."

Ordinarily it might have bothered her to have someone ruin one of her most beautiful gowns; especially one that was five centuries old (no wonder he ripped it so easily) but on this occasion it merely heightened her need for the man beneath her. Her mouth dipped for his hungrily, claiming his mouth with vigour and at the same time; letting him know it didn’t bother her in the least.

Her nails raked his chest hard, making white lines over his torso; had she pressed much harder she might have broken the skin. Her hair began to drop a curl here or there as her ebony waves fought their way free of the restraining hair pins. She lifted a hand and loosed the rest of the pins as she moaned into his mouth, her hair falling freely around them both in a shining blanket.

When at last she broke the kiss off, she murmured in a husky bedroom voice against his ear, “Now…”

 

[Wyld52771]

"Hello, Lucas," Ava says, as she closes the book she was reading, setting it on the table as she rises from the armchair.

She still wears the sheer robe, the fabric seeming to flow around her as she gracefully moves to his side, sitting on the edge of the bed. Lucas's heart jumped his his chest, a flutter of fear...and a hint of desire at the quick glimpse of leg that showed...at her nearness.

"You're probably still feeling a little weak. I'm sorry I took more from you than I intended...."

She reaches out to touch him, and he can't help but shy away from her touch...her nature in the forefront of his mind.

"I won't take so much again,"Ava says to Lucas, her voice seemingly apologetic, as she adds, "I promise."

She moves onto the bed, laying beside him, her fingertips lightly brush over his exposed chest, causing his muscles to tense at her touch. The caress seems almost lovingly warm and tender, yet a shiver of fear still passes through him.

Ava's beautiful face conveyed her disappointment, and she sighed impatiently.

"Lucas, I felt a connection to you tonight."

He is afraid to respond, his mind still awash in confusion. Even knowing her nature, part of him still felt desire for her...still wanted her...yet he was afraid of what would happen to him if he gave into those feelings. Would he live through the night?

Ava abruptly sat up, meeting his gaze, as she looked down at him. Her beauty was almost breathtaking, and yet, now that he knew what she was, he could see the subtle hint of the predator she was in her gaze.

"I know you felt it....something more than lust..."

She smiled enticingly to punctuate her words, as she continued...

"but that was there too..."

He fingertips lightly trail down his body, causing a weak, involuntary moan to escape his lips, as she added,

"and rather strongly."

Ava's hand pauses on his stomach teasingly, her gaze locked upon his, and his body begins to react to her touch, a strange mix of mortal fear and dangerous longing warring inside him, as he listens to her speak to him.

"You're still human and you will remain human...I don't want to change who you are, but I want you to stay with me. As my lover, my companion....there's no need to return to your unhappy life."

Her body moved aside his and then partially atop of him, her robe parting a little more, revealing the inner swell of her breasts, before she leaned forward, kissing his temple, causing a small shudder to run through him, and her body pressed against his, skin on skin.

"Say you will stay with me, Lucas."

She doesn't wait for a reply, which is just as well, because he is in no condition to give it. His heart is pounding in his chest; lust and fear, desire and terror...the emotions locked in a struggle inside him...and then, strangely, and almost unexpectedly, the two opposing feelings seemed to meld and become one.

Ava body pressed closer, her legs still draped on top of him, her hand playing along his chest and abdomen. He was still too weak to move well yet, still recovering from the loss of blood Ava took from him earlier, but what remained inside him,rushed through his body as his heart beat faster, the touch of her full breasts pressing against his chest as her lips played across his skin causing arousal to build within him again. Still, he is afraid to move...afraid to surrender himself to her just yet, for fear of what might happen next.

His resistance dwindles quickly as she begins to slide down his body, kissing the corner of his mouth, her hands moving across his skin in such a lingeringly seductive manner, that his shivers this time are of a lustful need, and no longer from fear.

Her lips slide across his cheek, and he hears Ava whisper into his ear.

"Should I stop?"

The last bit of resistance crumbles from him...he doesn't acknowledge it by speaking, almost feeling as if to voice the surrender would be to damn his own soul, so he shakes his head in negation, letting her know that he was now hers...

 

[Veroe]

IC: Tom Dennison

"Sorry about this, Dove," Tom's hands took the material of her gown in his hands and pulled tearing it down her back, "But your dress was in the way."

Fuck that was difficult, but the fabric gave way under his insistence.

She kissed him passionately then and skyrockets were going off in his head and he kissed her right back with as much gusto she showed. One hand slipped around to fondle a breast under the underwear that looked like the type the type worm five hundred years ago. when she dressed in a costume, Dove went all out. His other hand sought out his zipper.

He groaned as she raked nails down his chest. Her hair fell over them trapping him in a world occupied with just the two of them. His hand finally found and pulled his zipper free, then it went on a quest for lacy knickers of hers. When he found them he felt how wet she was, and began to caress her weeping slit through them teasing her. She broke off the kiss and whispered in a sexy voice one word that was as much a plea as command as divine imperitive, “Now…”

His hand pulled the fabric aside and presented the head of his cock to the entrance of her own personal garden of eden. While he knew she liked it rough he entered her slowly letting her get acquainted with each and every inch. Fuck she was tight, but well lubricated so Tom was pleased that he wasn't hurting her atleast not until she got used to having him inside. He raised her up so she was sitting atop him with the top of her dress in tatters around her waist her breasts covered only in one of those old chemise's that acted like magnets for his hands.

He let her set the pace she wanted. He was happy with the toys in his hands.

 

[monique_minx]

Tom wasn’t much for waiting, the moment the word left her sweet ruby lips; he was tearing her clothing aside and soon she was barely covered at all with his hands caressing her breasts over the camisole she wore beneath the now tattered blood red gown. She’d tossed her mask aside somewhere in the middle of their frenzied lust for each other and she felt his shaft pressing against her warm, inviting entrance.

He lifted her up onto him, her knees bending willingly as she moaned and closed her eyes in delight; his manhood penetrating her in a deliciously slow manner. It had been far too long since Duvessa had felt a man inside her and much longer since she’d actually lusted for one. It took all her inner will not to tear his throat right out but she wasn’t sure why she hungered for Tom in every way and much less sure as to why she was holding back her blood lust. She figured that she just wanted him to sate her sexual appetite first but deep down she knew it was something more than that.

Her nails raked his chest as his length finally infiltrated her depths completely and she began to grind against him teasingly. Dove still yearned for more, she leaned down and pressed her mouth to his again in a searing kiss; her tongue twining as her nails pressed insistently against his skin and tiny pebbles of blood welled up on his torso.

She was done with all pretences, her eyes flashed and began to bleed gold as Duvessa started to let her lust run wild at last. A throaty wanton growl leapt from her throat as she broke the kiss and snaked a slow trail across his cheek, her tongue flicking out at the salt on his throat.

“Fuck me Tom…” She whispered the command in a raspy tone of voice as her fangs slowly elongated and began to scrape at his skin, just barely tickling the surface.