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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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee slips her hand from Eric's arm and proceeds on into the room with equal amounts grace and a giddiness just bubbling beneath the surface. Everything looks bigger -- the bed, the ornate chairs, Eric himself, only because she's just a little bit smaller. But there's no limit to her enthusiasm.

She turns around, the silvery beads on her dress swishing, and looks over at Eric with dark, shining eyes.

"Funny how I ended up wearing silver," she says grinning.

[onceaviking]

Eric is hanging back. Watching her.

She is so alive.

His lips quirk a little. "Good thing it's merely glass then," he says, crossing his arms.
It makes his shoulders look even broader.

[i_am_your_host]

"Otherwise you'd literally be burning with desire if you touched me," she teases as she does a twirl and a shimmy and a shake.

Pulling off her shoes, she tosses them aside and dances toward the bed.

[onceaviking]

His eyes follow every shimmy and every shake and as she dances toward the bed, he slowly follows, stepping close only saw hen she reaches it.

Putting his hands on her hips.
Pulling her close.

[i_am_your_host]

With a little gasp at the feel of his hands on her hips, she stops dancing and finds herself pressed bodily against him. Standing on bare tiptoes, she tips her face up toward his, sliding her warm, slender arms around his neck.

[onceaviking]

He can feel the life in her.
Her pulse, trapped between their bodies, the heat of her skin.
Her scent.

He slowly dips his head and kisses her with cold, smooth lips, his hands resting lightly on her hips.
He knows he doesn't have to hold her in place.

He deepens the kiss.

[i_am_your_host]

Her arms tighten around his neck when he kisses her. Clinging to him, wanting him.

Her heartbeat races as her state of arousal spikes with each pass of his lips and tongue. She whimpers softly, desperately. She's been looking forward to this for a year.

[onceaviking]

He growls against her lips, a deep, primal sound.
And then he lifts her up, encouraging her to put her legs around him, as he returns to kissing her, eyes closed.

Her mouth is warm. Her breath.

He feels her breasts pressed against him.

[i_am_your_host]

The moment she hooks her legs around his waist, her lust for him becomes an ache.

She runs her hands over his shoulders and biceps as he holds her up so effortlessly. His body is hard and cool. His kiss is a prelude to devouring her.

[onceaviking]

He closes the short distance to the bed and gently puts her down, leaning on his hands as he kisses her lips, her chin, her neck.

Her nose.

[i_am_your_host]

She is very much a fan of the Eric that kisses her nose.

She giggles, a bright, musical sound, as she flushes warm under his lips. She reaches up to touch his face with delicate fingertips, and runs them lightly through his hair.

[onceaviking]

He runs one large hand down her body, down to the hem of her dress, pushing it up, as he catches her lips again.

And he doesn't seem to mind her touches, light and gentle.

[i_am_your_host]

She hums and smiles against his cool lips, body arching into his hand like a cat wanting more attention.

Reaching behind her neck, she undoes the clasp on her dress, and then lifts her hips slightly so that he can push the dress further up.

[onceaviking]

He pushes it all the way up til it bunches above her hips, and then his hand returns and strokes her through her panties. Slowly.

He can smell her.

[i_am_your_host]

She exhales a sharp, sudden whimper, high-pitched and breathless. She clutches his shoulders as if to keep from falling.

Her little satin knickers are thoroughly wet where he touches her.

[onceaviking]

He hums a sigh, close to her ear, and then he carefully slides a finger under the elastic hem.
His touch is startlingly cold.

[i_am_your_host]

She's either very sensitive, or she's been craving Eric's touch -- or both -- but she's well on her way to climaxing even if he's hardly done anything yet.

"Oh, Eric," she nearly squeals, tilting her hips toward his hand.

She could go all night, though. Again and again and again.

[onceaviking]

That kind of reaction is always gratifying.

He licks her neck as he he moves his whole hand as far inside her panties as it will go, cupping her at first and then sliding a finger inside of her.

His fangs are aching.

[i_am_your_host]

She gasps and loses herself in the sensation of having a huge, cool hand between her legs. She squirms and writhes, squeezing around his finger. Panting his name into his ear, she starts to tremble, her fingers curling into the thin fabric of his shirt.

[onceaviking]

Her trembling draws his fangs out, the sound of them coming down loud and sudden.
But he doesn't bite.

He merely breathes, right next to her, his breath as cool as his fingers, his palm.

[i_am_your_host]

The sound of his fangs dropping and the anticipation of a bite combined with the way he's stroking her inside is all too much to bear. Her little whimpering cries grow more desperate until her inner muscles clench tight, and she comes, hard and wetly, clinging to him.

[onceaviking]

He makes a small, breathy sound, and then he shifts a little as he reaches down with his free hand to undo his jeans.

Licking the soft and thin skin beneath her ear with the tip of his tongue.

[i_am_your_host]

It's obvious that she wants more.

"Wait, darling," she gasps, her voice small and breathless. "I need to take off my clothes. I want to feel you all over me."

[onceaviking]

He moves back and gets up to stand at the foot of the bed, jeans half undone, hair slightly tousled from her touch.

Watching her.

[i_am_your_host]

She is still thrumming with arousal when he moves off of her. Add the fact that he's watching her, the way he does, and that's all the more reason to get her dress off. So she rolls over onto her knees and lets the dress slip down over her shoulders and down her body. Sitting back, she pulls the dress free and drops it over the side of the bed in a silvery heap.

Lying down with her head on a pillow, she stretches out before Eric, and begins to peel the (damp) satin panties from her hips.

Her skin is naturally pale but flushed a soft pink with warmth under his gaze. Her body is slender but shapely, with a tomboyish sturdiness that belies her delicate appearance.

And yes, her breasts. Impeccably perky, each no bigger than a handful for Eric.