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]

And his arms snake up around her hips to hold her still, in place, as he feeds, the pull of his mouth almost desperate.

[i_am_your_host]

She gasps at the feel of his arms and hands, the pull of his mouth. Yet she keeps watching his face, mesmerized.

Grasping one of his solid arms just to brace herself, she slides her other hand over her body. Over her breasts, teasing her nipples. Down her flat stomach. And down between her thighs.

She slips a finger inside herself and exhales a moan.

[onceaviking]

He moans wetly as he feels the change in her, in her scent,in her blood, in the tension of her body.

He wants her.

He wants her.

[i_am_your_host]

She wants him to want her.

Her head lolls onto her shoulder, still watching him from under hooded eyelids. She rocks her hips slightly, just enough to rub her clit against her hand. Her moans become high pitched whimpers with every breath as she strokes herself.

[onceaviking]

He growls against her skin, a deep and primal sound.

[i_am_your_host]

The growl reverberates through her body. Fear spikes her blood, but she likes that feeling.

Her thighs tense up and begin to tremble as she feverishly works herself up to a point where she can't possibly hold on for long.

And then she throws her head back with a cry-- she comes hard, all over her hand, all over his chest. Her blood gushes into his mouth.

[onceaviking]

He can feel her hot blood fill his mouth to overflowing, feel it run down his chin and neck, as he tightens his arms even more around her, letting the heady scent of her climax fill his world.

[i_am_your_host]

Gasping and panting, she falls forward and braces herself against the headboard, her head hung with her hair in her face. In a daze, she watches her own blood spill over Eric's jaw.

[onceaviking]

Eric swallows once, twice - and then he forces his mouth away from her wounds. Biting down on hos tongue. Licking the wounds closed.

His lips and chin are dripping wet and violently red.

[i_am_your_host]

She still has enough sense to let him lick her wounds closed. When her skin heals, she shifts and slides down his body, curling up half on and half off of him, her leg draped over his midsection. With a deep sigh, she closes her eyes and nestles her face against his shoulder.

"I'll go wash in a minute," she mumbles.

[onceaviking]

He drapes his arm around her shoulders and rubs his nose (relatively blood free) against her hair.

"Yes," he whispers.

Then he runs the back of his free hand across his mouth, wiping it.

[i_am_your_host]

His skin is almost-warm. Still cooler than her own body, flushed and damp with sweat. But he feels nice.

Exhausted and feeling drained (literally), she actually drifts off for a few moments.

When she comes to again, however, she does realize the need for a shower. They may have to peel the sheets off of themselves.

She breathes a soft whine against his skin.

[onceaviking]

He chuckles, a soft, warm sound.

"Go on," he says as one of his large hands slowly and carefully peels off the sheet sticking to her thigh.

[i_am_your_host]

It's an almost human sound.

She squirms and makes petulant noises, sounding like a disgruntled teenager who doesn't want to get out of bed. Once she's sitting up, she sees what a mess the sheets are. As are the both of them.

With a sigh, she runs her fingers through her hair, still feeling a little woozy.

She turns to Eric. Maybe she bats her eyelashes. A bit.

"I'm-- a little lightheaded. I don't want to fall on the way to the bathroom..."

[onceaviking]

Batted eyelashes doesn't work on Eric.
Much.

He rolls his eyes a little, as he says, " C'mere," scooping her up in both arms.

He gets up effortlessly and manages to dislodge the stuck and stiff sheet from his leg with only a bit of wiggling.

Then he heads for the bathroom.

(He likes the feeling of a warm, slight, female body in his arms).

[i_am_your_host]

Feminine charms do bring some perks!

She giggles warmly against his ear when she sweeps her up in his arms, her own arms draping loosely around his neck. As far as she's concerned, no Cubefall is complete without Eric carrying her at least once, and she will milk this for all it's worth.

"You are so gallant."

[onceaviking]

" I have my moments," he agrees, modestly, as he pushes the door to the bathroom open and carefully deposits her close to the shower.
Gallantly.

[i_am_your_host]

"You certainly do," she says as she's set down on her feet.

He's spoiling her with this treatment. Being nice and nuzzly and letting her sit on him.

[onceaviking]

He is spoiling her far too much. It'll end up giving her ideas.

But it's just for tonight.

[i_am_your_host]

She likes to think she's smarter than that. But she'll take what she can get tonight.

Stepping into the shower, she turns on the water to a comfortable temperature. Very warm, just shy of hot. It feels wonderful on her skin, and she closes her eyes and tips her head back, just standing still and letting the heat soak in.

[onceaviking]

He watches her, as she stands there, in the shower, vulnerable and unafraid.

And then he steps under the spray as well and begins to wash the dried and caked blood off his skin.

[i_am_your_host]

She picks out a bottle of body wash (Ocean Fresh) and starts scrubbing away the dried blood between her legs. It looks gruesome if she thinks about it too hard, but she's not one to dwell.

She then begins to hum softly. It could be an ABBA tune.

[onceaviking]

He groans.

"Don't," he says, running his hands through his hair. "Not disco."

[i_am_your_host]

"What? Oh-- them," she giggles, glancing up at him. And admiring the view. "I can't help it, that song gets stuck in your head after a while..."

She lathers up her neck and throat, well aware of how the suds stream down over her breasts. Two can ogle!

[onceaviking]

They definitely can.

And his attention is neatly divided between her breasts (sud bedecked) and her neck.
His focused, hungry attention.

And then he reaches over to let a fingers trail along with the soap suds.