Everything's different. Some things stay the same.

[onceaviking]

Eric's room is still fairly bare. There is a small, carved Viking ship on the table next to his closed laptop and the two chairs beside the low table have ornately carved backs.
And there is the bed of course. Huge and messy.

He closes the door behind them with a small click, once they have entered, his other hand still on the small if her back.

Possesively.

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[i_am_your_host]

It is a great thrill to be Eric's tonight. But even with his hand on her back, leading her, she walks with confidence in her new body. This is what she wanted. And this is what she's giving him. Something she hadn't been able to before.

She continues walking further into the room, leaving his touch. Reaching behind her, she unfastens the clasp of her dress and begins to slip the straps off her shoulders, exposing her back. Being a flapper, she isn't wearing a bra.

She looks over her shoulder at Eric, her hair falling like a black curtain over her pale cheek.

[onceaviking]

He is watching her.
And it is different from when he watches a male. Now, it is not only the blood and the power he desires.

To Eric, there is a strong element of make believe in being with a woman. It was something he enjoyed when he was alive and it is something that in some ways have remained the same. Even if the desire for blood trumps everything else.

His gaze caresses her bare shoulder. Her neck. The strength and frailty of her vertebra.
And then they return to her face.

"You look lovely," he says. Because it is part of the game. And because she does. If a bit slim.

[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee knows this game all too well. She's never played it as an actual, physical woman before, but even as a man, he's been in this particular role -- the object of desire, the beautiful and bewitching plaything. Knowing exactly what the watchers want to experience.

"Thank you, darling," she purrs with a slow, seductive flutter of eyelashes.

Just because it's a game doesn't mean she doesn't feel flattered.

She lets the dress slip down her body to pool at her ankles, revealing black satin knickers with a lace trim. As she slowly pushes the waistband down over her hips and shapely, rounded backside, it's as if she's unwrapping herself to her own delight, sliding her palms over her own smooth, bare skin. This is as new to her as it is to Eric.

[onceaviking]

He breathes, deeply.
Smelling her from across the room.

Smiling a little at her exploration. Eric likes hedonists. He understands them. And some things are so much more fun if everybody are getting in to them.

Just as some things are more fun when everybody's not into it.

He pulls off his wife beater, revealing his chiseled torso. And lets his fangs drop.

"So - what do you want to explore first, Fräulein?"

[i_am_your_host]

Even with her back to him, the click of his fangs sends a shiver down her spine.

She turns around. She's wearing nothing but thigh-high fishnets, high-heels, the glass bracelets on her wrists and the long necklaces around her neck. The beads drape over the swell of her breasts, perfect and perky, just how Eric had said a pair would suit her.

"Well, I'm the virgin, darling. Show me your favorite spots."

She steps toward him, her blood racing as she slides her warm hands up his stomach, over his chest. Raising her eyes, she can't take her gaze off his fangs -- fearful, aroused, entranced.

[onceaviking]

"In that case," he says and puts a cool finger beneath her chin, raising her face so he can dip his head. And kiss her.

It's a soft kiss, only disturbed by the presence and the promise of his fangs, hard and relentless , barely hidden by his smooth lips.

He lets one large hand trail down her back. A featherlight touch.

[i_am_your_host]

It's a soft kiss -- but a dangerous one. She takes it slow and cautious at first, getting used to the strange coolness of his lips, contrasted with the threat of his fangs.

His surprisingly light touch, though, draws her in closer -- making her trust him. And somehow that's even more frightening than anything else.

But she gives in to the exhilaration, her hands grasping his shoulders as she rises up on tiptoe. One hand moves to his face, cupping his cheek in her palm, as she tilts her head slightly and runs the tip of her tongue over one of his fangs.

[onceaviking]

He smiles against her lips

Then he settles both hands on her hips and lifts her up. Easily.
Carrying her to his bed.

This time he doesn't just dump her. He lays her down, carefully, and talks a step back, to look at her.

[i_am_your_host]

She breathes out a soft, surprised giggle when he lifts her up so effortlessly, her arms instinctively encircling his neck, her legs wrapping around his waist.

And it's when she feels his body between her thighs that she realizes how much she wants him.

He lays her down on the bed. Exposed, naked in her new form -- and reveling in it. Breathing quick and hard, she gazes up at Eric, towering over her, powerful and dominating, and the ache between her legs becomes almost overwhelming. She can't help pressing her knees and thighs together with a whimper, getting wetter with desire.

So this is what it feels like.

[onceaviking]

He can smell her.

He breathes, deeply, and climbs onto the bed. Still dressed in jeans and evidently filling them out. Hard already.

He bends his head and runs his lips across her collarbone before moving further down to tease her left nipple with the tip of his tongue. As cool as the rest of him it moves around in an increasingly narrow circle, following the outline of her aorta.

[i_am_your_host]

She arches into the touch of his tongue, gasping, her eyelids fluttering.

It doesn't even occur to her that his mouth is directly over her pounding heart.

[onceaviking]

He can feel it, making her body reverberate in the tiniest, most delicious way..
But his attention is drawn further down, and so his mouth follows his mind, trailing down the soft underside of her left breast, down her belly. Kissing and licking, the sharp points of his fangs a continued threat.
Promise.

He lifts his mouth away from her and then slides off the bed, settling on the floor. Then he pulls her closer, her body sliding effortlessly across the soft sheets.

She ends up close to the edge of the bed, her legs on either side of his body.
This time his kiss lands on a very soft, very warm part of her.
Heralding the arrival of his tongue.

[i_am_your_host]

Amid the haze of pleasure she's never known before, she wonders how this could even be the same Eric. It seems as if every time they meet, he reveals another side to him.

The only constant, however, is that underlying danger.

From under hooded eyelids, she watches the top of his blond head as he makes his way down her body. She gasps, sighs, fluctuates between wanting and recoiling when she sees a flash of white fang -- and still relishing that abrupt rush of fear that makes her skin jump.

He moves even lower, down between her thighs, and she can barely think anymore. She grasps at the sheets as if that would help any, tensing up in anticipation. And then--

"Oh mein Gott...!"

Her eyes snap open wide, gasping sharply.

The sensation...is incomprehensible.

Everything else that comes out of her mouth are German swear words, some delirious phrases equating Eric to a god (in German), or cries of sheer, unbridled bliss.

[onceaviking]

Eric has always prided himself on his skills in bed. And he has had ample time to practice.

He does not merely lick her perfunctorily, to get from point A to point B as it were. No, he savors her, letting his tongue explore every hidden part of her, as if making sure that Emcee gets introduced to all the joy to be had with this new part of him.
Her.

Listening to her cries. And her curses.
He hums against her clitoris and then pulls back, just a little.
Just to gauge her reaction.

[i_am_your_host]

...And then Eric does something, and she's gripped in a sudden spasm that makes her toes curl and her back arch right off the bed, a strangled cry driven from her throat. She almost instantly melts, limbs writhing like a cat's, whimpering breathlessly for more...

So that is what it feels like. This is something she won't ever forget.

[onceaviking]

And it gets even better. Because he does it again.

Sliding his hands up her legs and her belly. All the way up to caress her breasts.
The tip of his tongue is as cool as the tips of his fingers.

And when he presses his whole mouth against her wet eagerness, his fangs are a hard reality.

[i_am_your_host]

And she cries out again, almost desperate in her ecstasy for a release. His hands start to roam her body, and she covers them with her own, slides them along his sinewy forearms, his name on every sigh and moan. And when he presses his mouth against her--

Her breath catches in her throat, and she forgets how to inhale as her entire body begins to tremble and shake, tossing her head as if she were possessed.

His mouth. His tongue. His teeth. The sensation is almost like when he drinks from her. Devouring her.

It terrifies her. And it brings her to one of the most incredible orgasms she's ever had.

[onceaviking]

He pulls away from her and slides off his jeans and boots. He is barefoot and he clearly doesn't believe in underwear.

When he is naked, he climbs on top of her, cold and heavy and hard.
His mouth seeks out the pulse point on her neck and his cock, just as surely, taps against her mound.

Not entering her. Just teasing her with the possibility. Just as he doesn't sink his fangs into her neck, but just lets the sharp, sharp points. Rest against her skin.

[i_am_your_host]

She barely has time to catch her breath, as her body still shakes with aftershocks. But even through her daze she watches him slip out of his jeans, and the sight of his cock thoroughly arouses her again.

He climbs on top of her -- she wantonly parts her thighs wide, though she quivers with anticipation of the unknown. Virginal. She never thought it was possible, but here she is.

She's more familiar with the way he seeks her pulse point. It never fails to thrill her. And now the double thrill is almost too much to bear, as she feels his cold, hard fangs against her flushed skin. She arches her neck, baring her throat, long and smooth and flawless. She slides her knees up his sides, her inner thighs rubbing against his hips.

Maybe she's ready; maybe she's not. But she sure as hell wants everything that's coming.

[onceaviking]

He reaches down with one hand and aligns himself. And the he penetrates her.
Twice.

Biting down on her neck with the well known contrast between his hard, sharp teeth and his smooth, soft lips.

Filling her with his hard, cold cock.

[i_am_your_host]

She gasps and cries out in pain -- reeling from the shock, feeling everything at once, not knowing where one sensation ends and the other begins. She would curl up if not for his unyielding body pinning her down, and she writhes underneath him, half pushing at him, half pulling at him, clutching at his shoulders.

She feels him, cold and solid inside her. Her blood spills warmly down her neck.

And she wants him deeper. She wants his mouth, his tongue, his teeth.

More.

[onceaviking]

He begins to move, seemingly able to get deeper and deeper with each new thrust.
Suckling her neck and then briefly pulling his mouth away to whisper, in her ear, "I can smell you."

The smell of an eager woman. And the smell of blood. Equally exciting. Equally responsible for the way he bares his fangs and growls, as he bites again.

[i_am_your_host]

He pushes deeper into her and she takes him in, relaxing and clenching her inner muscles around him, slowly rolling her hips in counterpoint to his thrusts. The friction grows amid the hot-cold sensation within her that feels so strange and exquisite at the same time.

His voice seems to come from someone else entirely. She's never heard him sound so primal. And she's never heard him growl like that--

She cries out yet again, a high-pitched tremor to it, out of fear and pain and surprise, but she clings to him tightly, her legs hooking around his hips. Gasping and groaning, she tilts her head back in her throes of pleasure swirling with pain, giving herself to him.

[onceaviking]

And he bites her again, unable to resist the temptation of her bared neck. Her willingness.

He increases his pace slightly, but no more than she will be able to keep up with him. He likes the way she moves against him.
Likes it enough to kiss her again, his mouth wet with her juices. And her blood.

[i_am_your_host]

This time she only gasps through her teeth, gritted against the pain that now seems to permeate her entire body like an electrical buzz -- and strangely enough at this point, it invigorates her, makes her want to push through it, to push back. And she keeps pushing back against his hips, thighs squeezing around him, each thrust adding pleasure to the pain, mixing with it in an intensely euphoric blend.

It's the blood-soaked kiss that takes her by surprise. His mouth is hot and slick with her taste. And something snaps in the recesses of her mind, and she kisses him in return, almost hungrily, her tongue darting between his lips and flicking serpent-like at the backs of his front teeth, just skirting the dangerous fangs.