Going for a walk

[onceaviking]

 He arrives shortly after sundown, looking much like the night before. He's added a coat to his ensemble though. Not that he needs it. 
He has several possible plans in mind, but for now he is waiting to see how Miss Potts will react. 

She seemed like an odd mix of confident and hesitant and that is certainly something he can work with. 

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[onceaviking]

He likes a woman who will seek her own pleasure instead of just laying there, passively.

He buries himself in her warmth as he drinks deeply, tasting her heat in blood. The last.

He lets go of her hair and slides his hand under her instead, lifting her up in one swift movement, as he continues thrusting into her. His other hand moves to support her head, as she is now suddenly vertical.

He bites his own tongue and laps the wounds on her neck with regret. He is still hungry, but it would be a shame to tarnish the experience.

[othereight]

She's allowing herself to be maneuvered, positioned, draping her limbs around him when he guides her up to sit over him, her thighs flexing as she takes advantage of the change to grind over him, whimpering with every breath.

Her mouth is kiss-swollen, her cheeks flushed from the sudden exertion, the pull of blood to the surface of her skin, and she runs her hands over the muscles of his back, his sides, breathing harsh against his cheek when he licks at her neck.

[onceaviking]

He easily rises up to meet her, matching her pace.

He prides himself of always having been able to make women scream. And he can keep going for as long as she needs. He breathes in the scent of her hair, and skin, and breath, and sex.

[othereight]

It's been a long time, so her ability to withstand this for much longer isn't as prolonged as it used to be, and she's close already, her body tensing over and around him.

That being said, she's not exactly looking forward to this being over any time soon as she hides her face against his shoulder, mouthing cool skin and gasping for breath as her first spiraling climax hits and she tries to ride through it, shuddering in his arms.

[onceaviking]

He groans as she tighten around him and runs a hand almost soothingly up her back. Then he flexes his thighs and gyrates upwards as he tangles his fingers in her hair.

[othereight]

She tips her head back into his fingers, baring the line of her throat and the twin marks he's left on her skin, the remnants of drying blood, her body almost going limp as she rocks through the undulating waves.

Every nerve ending is working overtime, and he keeps moving, prolonging the ecstasy. She's very nearly primed to come again before a short amount of time has even passed, arching her back slowly.

[onceaviking]

Oh, how can he resist when she tempts him like that?

He leans in and sinks his fangs in again, right above her collarbone this time. Swallowing in synch with their movements.

[othereight]

It hurts a little less this time, and when she feels the draw, the pull of his lips in time with the thrust of his hips, she's done for.

Her fingers slide through his hair, lightly cupping the back of his head, and she turns to watch him, moaning shakily as another climax rocks through her.

[onceaviking]

He gives her collarbone a final lick and turn his head enough to face her. His pale skin makes the red smears across his lips look almost obscene, and his blue eyes burn with lust as he watches her lips move. Listens to her.

He drives deeper, still hard. Unrelenting.

[othereight]

She can't take it. She won't be able to last much longer at this relentless pace, so much faster than a normal man. She might as well give herself over to pleasure because his stamina is seemingly neverending, so fast and sudden that she honestly can't tell where one sensation ends and the next begins.

She starts to lose track of the number of times she comes, one orgasm riding on the next until it's just a sequence of constant ecstasy and she's gone hoarse from how often she's cried out, nearly sobbing now as she sags against him, a limp boneless collection of quivering, sweaty limbs. "Please," she gasps, even though she doesn't even know what she's begging for.

[onceaviking]

He puts her down on the bed, pulling out at the same time. Still hard.

She's beautiful when she comes apart like this. And he finds himself kissing her cheek. Almost gently.

And then he pricks his right index finger and smears the wounds with a little bit of his own blood before retracting his fangs and licking his lips.

Watching her.

[othereight]

She's thoroughly unraveled, a smile slowly spreading over her lips as he turns his head to kiss her cheek, gently in contrast with everything else.

Her head lolls lazily against the bed, red hair fanning out in all directions when she glances up at him. She almost feels the pull of her own skin as her wounds close themselves.

"That was - " Words escape her, and she glances over him - his lips faintly stained, his length hanging hard between his legs. "You're still - "

[onceaviking]

He palms himself, un-selfconsciously.

"Vampires differ from men in this, " he says with a small smile. " It looks - much different. And it can be unsettling. "

He shrugs. " It doesn't matter. If you're - satisfied? "

[othereight]

"No, I am," she promises, with a soft chuckle.

"I just wanted to make sure you were - " She reaches over, sliding a hand up his chest to cup his cheek as she tips her face up to his.

"Unless you still needed some satisfaction," she whispers, lips brushing his.

[onceaviking]

He catches her lips and kisses her hungrily. Whispering against her lips, " There is nothing in me except blood. And I am sated."

Trailing his lips from her lips, down her neck, to kiss her collarbone. Nibbling it with his teeth.

[othereight]

She hums against his lips, twining her fingers through his hair, lightly stroking as his mouth descends over her neck to her collarbone.

"That makes two of us," she whispers back, even as his touch on sensitive skin stirs her to life.

[onceaviking]

He stretches out next to her, huge and pale and cool. Running a finger down her body, outlining her breast and stomach.

"You known what you want. I like that. "

[othereight]

She stretches again, lazily, a smile still gracing her lips as he traces her body with a cool finger.

"Maybe. But I wasn't exactly under the impression that our walk was going to lead to this."

[onceaviking]

" I was as surprised as you," he says. "Though I will not deny that I had rather hoped we would - get to know one another."

[othereight]

"Really?"

She rolls over onto her side, pillowing her cheek on one hand.

"Did it live up to expectations?"

[onceaviking]

" Oh yes," he purrs. " And you tasted lovely too."

[othereight]

She grins, a relaxed smile on her lips, and eases over to lean into him.

"Do people taste differently?" she asks, curious in the aftermath.

[onceaviking]

"Yes, " he murmurs, continuing to run his fingers across her skin. "Very much so. Someone young and healthy is far different from someone malnourished or ill."

[othereight]

Her lips purse in amusement and thought and she nods, reaching up to trail her own fingers along his jaw.

"Makes sense," she murmurs, still basking in the afterglow.

[onceaviking]

He smiles. "Talk like this does not frighten you?"

He knew she was something.