For Fem!cee

[onceaviking]

Eric opens the door to his room and switches the light on.

His room is clean and neat and cool. A filled decanter and a glass on the small table, the bed turned down.
He steps aside to let Emcee in.

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[onceaviking]

He moans wetly against her skin, his lips sticky and warm with her blood, as he takes hold of her hips, lifting her.

[i_am_your_host]

She tilts her head back, pressing her long, elegant throat against his hungry mouth to be ravaged.

He raises her hips so effortlessly, and she squeezes her thighs around him, delighting in the feel of his strength. It's a contained strength. And that makes him hotter. And that makes her wetter.

[onceaviking]

And her reaction makes him more eager.
Hungrier.

He bites her again, his lips and chin slick with blood.

And he fucks her deeper. As deep as he can go.

[i_am_your_host]

The bite makes her cry out, and she clenches her inner walls around his impossibly hard cock. She claws at his back, leaving welts that immediately heal.

[onceaviking]

He snarls at the clawing and kisses her aggressively, as he increases his pace.

[i_am_your_host]

She breathes a muffled moan that sounds like a kittenish growl, tasting her own blood on his slick lips and tongue. Swiping at his back and shoulders, she rocks her hips as best she can against his pace, working up a sweat that slicks her skin.

[onceaviking]

When he kisses her again, her blood is mixed with his, and the kiss grows softer. Still hungry but inviting her in.

[i_am_your_host]

She takes the invitation at the taste of his blood, kissing him back with almost as much hunger (no one is hungrier than a vampire). Running her hands down his back, her palms flushed hot and damp with sweat, she follows the movement of his muscles as he thrusts.

God he is a magnificent beast.

[onceaviking]

His skin grows damp from her touch as her blood slowly warms him up.

He can smell her eagerness, taste it, feel it in her touch, and it draws small sounds from him. Small, hungry, needy sounds.

[i_am_your_host]

She likes the sounds he makes. A little bit of human within the beast.

Her own kisses are bloody as she leaves his lips and makes her way down his chin and along his jaw. She restlessly rubs her thighs against his sides, the tension building up again in her limbs as he takes her higher and closer to the edge once more.

Her hands don't stop moving, she can't stop touching him, feeling his skin start to warm up. She wants him even more now. Just a little more human...

[onceaviking]

His hands begin to roam, stroking her sides and her hips and her thighs.

Feeling her supple, warm skin beneath his own no longer quite as cold hands.

He gasps as she clenches around him. Moans as he feels her lips moving along her jaw.

[i_am_your_host]

Her fingers curl into his hair, and she presses her cheek to his, urging him to take more blood from her still oozing wounds. She can give a little more. Just to feel his skin like this.

Her body arches and writhes sensually underneath him at his touch. His huge, strong hands that are now quite gentle. She sighs into his ear, her breath heavy and hot.

[onceaviking]

"Tell me, " he whispers, as his mouth returns to her wounds. Letting his mouth fill again.

Wanting to hear her come undone.

[i_am_your_host]

She whimpers in reply, unable to find words as he drinks from her.

"I want you," she says in German, her voice high and breathless.

"Your body-- your hands-- oh, Eric, your mouth--"

She lets out a shuddering cry as she clings to him, so very, very close to the edge.

[onceaviking]

"Yes," he whispers in her ear, his lips brushing against her skin.

"Yes."

And then he moves back, as he slides his arms beneath her, pulling her with him, up till they are sitting, still managing to move up and into her, holding her in place.

[i_am_your_host]

She gasps and cries out again, the momentary movement of being lifted pulling her back from the edge, but now she sits impaled on his cock and she almost goes limp with how overwhelming Eric is.

But he feels incredible.

She drapes her arms around his neck and leans forward against his body, pressing her breasts against his chest. He's still cool, but not as cool, and she is warm and sweaty enough for the both of them.

[onceaviking]

She is.

He makes a small groan-like sound when she shifts, and then he starts thrusting up and into her with small precise movements, as he licks her neck clean.

Rubbing his face against her warm, sweaty skin.

[i_am_your_host]

Every thrust seems to hit the mark just so. Her arms tighten around him as she moans and mewls helplessly against his ear, nuzzling his hair. Her thighs clench in spasms, her toes curl into the bedsheets. She starts to tremble and holds onto him for dear life.

[onceaviking]

He wants her to come again.

He wants her to feel the most alive she can, surrounding him.
He wants to taste her climax.

He bites down and tightens his hold on her naked body.

[i_am_your_host]

His arms, oh his arms, they would crush the life out of her but she knows they won't, and she lives on that very edge of possibility.

She cries out at the bite, kicking and digging at the sheets with her heels, thrashing in his hold. He has her, inside and out, and there is no other release but to come.

And she comes, again, hard and loud, with ecstasy and pain -- and though her body gives out, she still vibrates with insatiable lust for more.

[onceaviking]

He can feel her tremble and vibrate and that pulls him along, unexpectedly.
He comes hard, squeezing his eyes shut and burying his face in her neck.

[i_am_your_host]

She gasps sharply, her body jerking at the rush of cool blood between her legs. But she holds on and doesn't let go of him. Inside or out.

Breathless, dazed, thrumming all over, elation and desire battle with exhaustion. She sighs into his neck as he presses his face against her own.

[onceaviking]

He allows himself to relax with her arms around him.
Allows himself to move his face from where it is pressed against her neck, to her lips.
Kissing her.

His fangs are still down, his mouth is still sticky with blood - and it is almost warm.

[i_am_your_host]

It's a sticky salty-sweet kiss. And almost warm. She feels the press of his fangs and is tempted to lick at them.

But that would only rouse him, and...if she's going to be honest with herself, she needs a little break.

Still.

Just a tiny flick of her tongue because she's like that.

[onceaviking]

He shudders, eyes still closed.