[ Her eagerness just drives him in turn. The taste of her sweat and blood might as well be a wine for how intoxicating he finds it. She yields to his sharp teeth and strong hands so easily and sweetly that not for the first time, he wishes that he had more Drukhari pleasures at his disposal.
He doesn’t dwell on it for once, though. It’s merely a passing fancy, since it feels ridiculous for once to yearn for it when he has her in his arms. She asks for more, and though he thinks he could make her beg— ]
Not tonight, dear cousin. I would not deny you nor myself.
[ He murmurs it lowly like a promise, but the implication is there. Another night, absolutely. But now, he acquiesces easily, since the mutual impatience makes anything else seem like too much of a wait. Instead his focus is finding a soft, tender part of her breast. It’s there that he bites, and this one is sharp enough that it’ll absolutely remain for longer. ]
Each time it throbs and stings— [ Marazhai lowers her just a bit as he cants his hips up. He can feel the heat and slide of her sex, but he doesn’t try to enter her just yet while he speaks. ] I would hope you are as wanting as this. That perhaps you may even call me to you for more, and I will gladly give it.
[ He huffs out a hot, yearning breath against her skin before he laps his tongue against the little wounds. He spreads the blood across his teeth like he’s a creature that needs sanguine pleasures, but it’s purely macabre, hedonistic enjoyment for the moment. His eyes flick back to hers, and the question is almost comically polite for him, but… She is a small thing, even if she enjoys pain as he does. ]
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He doesn’t dwell on it for once, though. It’s merely a passing fancy, since it feels ridiculous for once to yearn for it when he has her in his arms. She asks for more, and though he thinks he could make her beg— ]
Not tonight, dear cousin. I would not deny you nor myself.
[ He murmurs it lowly like a promise, but the implication is there. Another night, absolutely. But now, he acquiesces easily, since the mutual impatience makes anything else seem like too much of a wait. Instead his focus is finding a soft, tender part of her breast. It’s there that he bites, and this one is sharp enough that it’ll absolutely remain for longer. ]
Each time it throbs and stings— [ Marazhai lowers her just a bit as he cants his hips up. He can feel the heat and slide of her sex, but he doesn’t try to enter her just yet while he speaks. ] I would hope you are as wanting as this. That perhaps you may even call me to you for more, and I will gladly give it.
[ He huffs out a hot, yearning breath against her skin before he laps his tongue against the little wounds. He spreads the blood across his teeth like he’s a creature that needs sanguine pleasures, but it’s purely macabre, hedonistic enjoyment for the moment. His eyes flick back to hers, and the question is almost comically polite for him, but… She is a small thing, even if she enjoys pain as he does. ]
How much of me would you take, Lauralae?