Play is the better option, at first. Small doses, until you find you are capable of enduring even more.
[ Lestat would be lying if he claimed he does not reach for pain in the right circumstances. He wouldn't consider himself much of a masochist, nor does he derive a sadistic pleasure from hurting others too greatly, but there can be a rather fine line between viciousness and knowing when to utilize pain to its most arousing potential. ]
It doesn't need to hurt, now.
[ His hands are cool as his touch smooths over the inside of her thigh, a soft and intimate place all its own that gives way to where she is already wet, her scent intoxicating even before he nudges his nose against her cunt and inhales, deeply. ]
"My lightning." For the magic that crackles so brightly in you.
[ And then he puts his mouth to her, lips parting for his tongue to drag over her folds in a long, blatant stroke, acquiring his first real taste — a soft groan of approval docking in his throat before he licks at her again, in a clear savoring. If her blood is anything like this, he's already done for, but he's always enjoyed having his head between a woman's legs, and this is proving to be no exception. For the moment, however, he's paying close attention to the sounds she makes, letting them dictate the pace of his tongue over her, or where he lingers a bit longer. ]
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[ Lestat would be lying if he claimed he does not reach for pain in the right circumstances. He wouldn't consider himself much of a masochist, nor does he derive a sadistic pleasure from hurting others too greatly, but there can be a rather fine line between viciousness and knowing when to utilize pain to its most arousing potential. ]
It doesn't need to hurt, now.
[ His hands are cool as his touch smooths over the inside of her thigh, a soft and intimate place all its own that gives way to where she is already wet, her scent intoxicating even before he nudges his nose against her cunt and inhales, deeply. ]
"My lightning." For the magic that crackles so brightly in you.
[ And then he puts his mouth to her, lips parting for his tongue to drag over her folds in a long, blatant stroke, acquiring his first real taste — a soft groan of approval docking in his throat before he licks at her again, in a clear savoring. If her blood is anything like this, he's already done for, but he's always enjoyed having his head between a woman's legs, and this is proving to be no exception. For the moment, however, he's paying close attention to the sounds she makes, letting them dictate the pace of his tongue over her, or where he lingers a bit longer. ]