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Big Ben
Jun 4, 2008 19:28:16 GMT -5
Post by Adrian on Jun 4, 2008 19:28:16 GMT -5
She was really allowing him to go on with this, someone who fully understood what would happen should his fangs ever pierce her soft white throat. The young woman was already part Vampire, she did not stand to loose any humanity if he should give in to his blood. One of his hands moved from her shoulder as the other wound itself around her waist. Froom her shoulder it went to the back of her head, caressing strands of golden hair almost dotingly. Very slowly, as if savoring the moment, his lips grew closer to her neck until she would be able to feel the breath that came out.
Gently, his soft lips pressed against her skin in a lone kiss.
One that turned into a trail of them in relatively short amount of time. Each one grew a bit heavier as he could feel the veins pulsing beneath the skin with fresh blood that was warm from life and love. It stopped at the very nape, the crook of her neck as his decision slowly became clearer through the haze of intimacy. The hand at the back of her head slowly tilted it back in an admirable fashion which would not disturb the mood. For him this was much more sacred an act than any full Vampire would ever find it. Merely allowing himself to go through with it not only meant conscent from her but from within his own tortured soul.
Soft lips pulled back to reveal sharp fangs.
As his mouth opened, the Half-breed's jaw was on the verge of slightly trembling in anticipation of what would soon come to pass. He could feel the inflluences of his own blood start to vaguely overpower the logical reason with which he reigned over them with. Even still they were kept on a leash when the final descent began. Snow white hair that was soft like silk had fallen to cover both their faces in a wintry veil of privacy. It was now the Point of no Return as his fangs sank erotically into her throat, allowing blood to flow freely into the mouth which now resided there.
Pleasure sounded in a muffled, low moan.
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Big Ben
Jun 4, 2008 19:48:06 GMT -5
Post by Luka on Jun 4, 2008 19:48:06 GMT -5
The girl's mouth opened soundlessly as the fangs sank into her throat. A chill swept over her enough so that a shiver trembled through her body. Her back arched to bring her even closer to him as her fingers grasped at his clothing, one hand entwining with his hair as she held him to her throat with a shaking hand.
At last a small cry escaped her lips, one that was both filled with pleasure as it was with relaxation. Brought on by only the ecstasy that this act alone could bring. The blood that pulsed through her was pure and sweet, tainted by none. Her body hugged to him as if it were meant for him and him alone.
"Ah...nnh..."
She turned her head, tilting it even further to allow him better access. The blood she gave him flowed cleanly as if it couldn't wait to be free. It carried hints of power and strength that belied the girl's lithe form.
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Big Ben
Jun 4, 2008 20:22:37 GMT -5
Post by Adrian on Jun 4, 2008 20:22:37 GMT -5
His mind swirled with new forms of intoxication which went far beyond what the scent of spilt blood or taste of his own blood had ever done. Up until this night he had satisfied hunger with food that humans always dined upon, denying his vampiric side as he had since birth. But now the sweet, untainted blood of Valentine passed over his tongue to ignite tastes he had never known.
Power and strength came from her into him on a level that belied her lithe body which clung to his powerful frame. Adrian could actually feel himself growing in might with each tiny drop he consumed. The fact that her shaking hand pressed him to her throat ever so gently made him feel welcomed into this delicate moment even further. Every moment that passed as they stayed linked together in this way made it seem as though their romance had been meant to survive every trial. More self-restraint was loosened as the soft crimson glow of bloodlight was dimmed by closed eyelids.
Yet he still kept himself from going wild, showing in how he did not succumb to the bloodlust of a full Vampire. Adrian would not let himself ever drain her of blood entirely. But the taste was so sweet that it would be unthinkable to pull away too quickly. The Half-breed made a decision to continue sating what was more than bloodthirst. In his mind, this was more like an intimate act of a relationship.
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Post by Luka on Jun 5, 2008 0:41:33 GMT -5
A few more small cries escaped her lips before she fell silent, worrying her bottom lips with her teeth. Despite her best efforts a few sighs still slipped through. She continued to hold him in place, the heart fluttering in her chest not allowing her to break the contact before it was meant to. The chill that caused her to shiver was quickly shifting into a heavy warmth that spread throughout her body. Slowly the hand pressing him to her throat slipped downward, a few silky strands of snowy hair remaining entangled in her fingers. Her eyes remained closed in pleasure but her hands began to roam freely, the fingertips of her hands trying to remember what they could while they had the chance.
Briefly her eyes fluttered open, her gaze moving lazily from the ceiling to the long strands of Adrian's hair to what she could see of his face, a faint smile curving the corners of her lips a moment later. She traced her fingertips gently across his cheek before her eyes drifted closed again.
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Post by Adrian on Jun 5, 2008 1:25:36 GMT -5
Her caresses were not lost on the Half-breed, who softly let out muffled groans when her hands had gone roaming over his body. Normally she might not get such reactions so easily, but the taste of her sweet, untainted blood seemed to render him more sensitive. It almost and practically did place him into an intoxicated state.
When enough blood had been drank to sate his temptations for the time being, Adrian slowly opened his mouth wide to remove his fangs from her throat. No matter where his hands were on her body at the moment, he pushed up slightly from her body with their help. His head tilted back, snowy strands of hair moving accordingly as her blood somewhat tried to dribble from the corner of his mouth. But even that droplet was supernaturally absorbed until nothing remained through the pores of his skin. Should her eyes open to gaze upon his face she would see his face actually wearing an expression other than nothing for once. The gorgeous countenance appeared to be going through an erotic rapture, eyes that were half-shut giving off a soft. . .frightening yet entrancing crimson glow.
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Post by Luka on Jun 5, 2008 1:56:19 GMT -5
The girl let out a small whimper as he moved away, one hand clinging gently to him as he rose up. A hand moved to her throat and where his lips had left. She brushed her fingers over the tiny wounds, her pale fingertips wiping away the tiny crimson trickles there. Her eyes opened slowly just enough to see the expression on his face, one that likely wouldn't leave her for the rest of her life. Her eyes ran over his features once more as she struggled to remember each detail.
His pale skin...silky hair...and the crimson glint in his eyes. Those features in particular captured her undivided attention as some part of her unconcious wriggled to life. She gazed at him, enraptured and longing for him all at once. Luka continued to gaze at him, not making a sound, fearing that even a stray breath might shatter the fleeting moment displayed in front of her.
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Post by Adrian on Jun 5, 2008 2:32:44 GMT -5
He remained that way for more than just a few seconds, breathing somewhat slowly as he basked in the lasting sensations brought on by tasting blood for the first time. Was it truly the right thing for him to have done? Right now he felt it certainly had been, especially after making himself remember just who the blood had come from. But who was he right now. . . might he be considered acting like his true self? Or perhaps others might see this as a rather unsightly blemish upon a 'good record'.
Adrian didn't really care right now what anyone else thought of him except two women.
Eyes that still held the faint glow of crimson bloodlight opened somehat more to gaze down upon one of those women. At some point his mouth had closed, hiding the sharp fangs which had penetrated her throat only seconds earlier. Now perhaps at his most open & relaxed, the dark fairytale prince now looked down at his beloved. A gaze with what could only be described as an effect which inspired the passion between a man and a woman that sought no boundaries at all.
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Big Ben
Jun 5, 2008 18:07:35 GMT -5
Post by Luka on Jun 5, 2008 18:07:35 GMT -5
To Luka, it didn't matter what he had done, he was still Adrian to her. It was something that in some way, both of them had wanted. The last thing she wanted was for him to regret it. The expression on her face as she looked up at him was a quiet one of affection mixed with a little awe. Her lips were parted as she breathed slowly, a faint dusting of pink still spread over her cheeks.
After a moment her hand strayed upward to touch his face and brush some of his hair aside, but before it could make contact, her hand paused. Her eyes noticed the small crimson smudges that stained her fingertips. Hesitantly, she placed her fingertip against his lips.
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Big Ben
Jun 5, 2008 18:31:55 GMT -5
Post by Adrian on Jun 5, 2008 18:31:55 GMT -5
He could almost taste the blood on his tongue as she pressed the scarlet stained fingertip to his lips. What made her do this, he did not know at all. But with the same hesitation he somewhat placed on removing the blood seemed to be shared by her in placing it there in the first place. Using one hand, he hed her wrist there gently to keep her from trembling as soft kisses fell upon each fingertip.
Adrian did not seem to realize however, that one of his hands had come to rest on her chest for support as he cleaned her fingers one by one. Intoxication likely played a part in his rather unknowing actions, even as he leaned back down. All around them both, his cloak had spread almost like a midnight black sheet to shield them both from non-existant eyes who might pry.Everyone deserved their own privacy. Soon his hand released the light hold on her wrist, coming down to rest just beside the girl's head.
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Big Ben
Jun 5, 2008 20:26:37 GMT -5
Post by Luka on Jun 5, 2008 20:26:37 GMT -5
Once he released her wrist the hand slipped past his face, her fingertips twining through his hair as she tugged and pulled his face closer to hers. Once it was within proper distance so that they were forehead to forehead, she gazed into his eyes for a moment before speaking.
"...Are you sure you remember now?"
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Big Ben
Jun 5, 2008 21:51:05 GMT -5
Post by Adrian on Jun 5, 2008 21:51:05 GMT -5
". . .Most of it."
Somehow the almost deadpan way he delivered the words was sure to make her smile as it was so true to his usual form. Not only that, but he actually did speak the truth as his mind along with his body seemed to have grown stronger from feeding. Who could say the potential power now possessed by Adrian in battle. But more importantly was that by drinking her blood, some of the memoris had been brought back through her blood, able to have seen what she saw in him. To feel it, to know it.
Now there was no way anyone could deny that they both loved eachother.
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Big Ben
Jun 5, 2008 22:06:27 GMT -5
Post by Luka on Jun 5, 2008 22:06:27 GMT -5
A smile curved her lips, a quiet laugh escaping her. The grip on his hair tightened slightly as she tugged on the locks to draw him closer. Her question was very quiet, almost as if she were saying it so that only he could hear.
"...then what would help you remember the rest? Hmm?"
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Big Ben
Jun 5, 2008 23:00:38 GMT -5
Post by Adrian on Jun 5, 2008 23:00:38 GMT -5
His eyes gazed into hers longingly, lovingly into her own as they still retained the soft crimson tint of bloodlight in the iris. Some would say he looked like a demon or an utter monster in this state with lengthened fangs. But something told him with the way she was behaving, her opinion was the utter opposite. Indeed something about tonight seemed bittersweet and strange, if not ever just the same, ever a surprise. . .ever just as sure, as the sun would rise in the east.
Perhaps that was why just before his lips met hers in a drugging kiss he spoke simple yet elegant words. Ones that would poetically get his point and his inner desires across without akward explanation. Both were likely a little scared, perhaps even a bit unprepared. It was a tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme. . .a tune as old as song. That was why the words were uttered in a voice that while stoic, held more than warmth, as his powerful body pressed down against hers with devotion.
"The Symphony of the Night."
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Post by Luka on Jun 6, 2008 1:05:58 GMT -5
The girl met his kiss this time with a passion to match his. Her body rose to meet his as her arms wrapped around him, one leg rising to lock behind one of his. A familiar heady warmth soon pooled in her stomach, one that made her feel both weak and powerful all at once.
She wanted to welcome him into the world of the living, to make sure he knew that someone in this world was alive and loved him, cared about him and depended on his existance. He didn't have to walk alone anymore or feel abandoned. Someone would be waiting for his return, someone who held nothing but love for him in their heart. She would always be there for him in some way or another. He held a part of her within him now that would not fade, just as she wanted something to remember him by tonight.
There was likely almost something desperate about her movements, an urge to make him believe and think her truthful in what she was promising him. She didn't want him to forget her again and she never wanted to lose what she felt whenever a thought of him crossed her mind. She clung to him and repeated his name when she could, calling out to him so that he would remember her voice and remember the moment and never forget that someone loved him no matter how monsterous or undeserving he thought himself to be.
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Post by Adrian on Jun 6, 2008 2:18:44 GMT -5
The world with all it's cruelty and misunderstanding, the hatred and fear of humanity toward anything that was not entirely human did not seem to matter so much anymore. He had walked in the daylight where the dead were not permitted to exist. As a young boy his mother told him that he was not a monster, because he could walk in the sunlight. Perhaps that was why it hurt inside as the sun caused him pain, making him feel like a monster in the wrong world. Such things explained quite well why his youth was spent loving his Mother and idolizing his father.
But now someone else was stepping into the role.
Luka did not replace the matronly woman, but she did help to make him feel welcomed by her understanding love. Yes, she understood. . . or at least did her best to try. All of that effort for him. he knew she was alive and not the stuff of dreams, he had tasted her warm and pure blood that was filled with the vitality of life. That very same essence which made up the world of living that she tried so hard to make him feel welcome to walk in. And so that when he did walk in a world frightened by his very presence, he did not have to walk a lone path anymore or feel like the Tragic Prince. Someone would be waiting for his return, someone who held nothing but love for him in her heart.
He could hear her calling his name.
The desperation in her movements made him want to believe in the truthfulness of their relationship where no lies existed. No lies or masks to hide behind when together. She was the only one he never had to hide from, he could understand what that meant now. He could believe in her along with himself for once. In the ideals he had aways wanted to see realized, but only saw tarnished by selfish greed. But not tonight, not with her. What they wanted was one and the same: to be together.
Hands that belonged to the Half-breed were starting to roam over her body in a cautious yet confident manner, he did not want to ruin this moment. Adrian only partially realized anything that he did physically, still feeling intoxicated from her blood. One hand he could feel touching bare skin somewhere, realizing briefly the difference between clothing & bare flesh. Just how much clothing remained between the two? His massive cloak that was blacker than the darkness kept both of their bodies in a dark silhouette at most, leaving the rest as an enigma.
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