IC Inbox: Duplicity

[singinghuntress]

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[goneforawalk]

[ alucard loves drawing it out, loves teasing her, but when the lady directly asks for it, who is he to deny her? especially since he loves the vulgarity of it, loves it when his partner speaks their mind.

doubly so when they're begging him to fuck them. ]

I suppose I do.

[ his fingertips trace her hip as he speaks again before he grins faintly and nods, rocking his hips forward slowly, like he's not going to listen to her, making sure the first penetration is achingly languid. he stills once he's fully inside her for a moment, leaning down to kiss her with an absurd sort of gentleness. ]

As you say.

[ this time when he pulls back he thrusts back inside her with enough force to push her back into the cushions, nails digging into her hip to hold her in place against him. ]

[singinghuntress]

[She knew he loved it, even adored the fact that she begged for him to pound her into the couch and Rip adored that he asked what she wanted. To be able to have a choice was becoming something precious to her and he never failed to give her one.]

I know you do.

[She shudders under his finger tips, anticipating the feel of him and definitely not disappointed as he started to rock into her. The slow languid pace drawing out little pleading moans from her, wordlessly begging him to fill her and pleased when she did feel him finally settled within her.

For a moment she relaxed, trying to catch her breath slightly before finding his lips on hers and marveling at the gentleness of this one little kiss before he pulled back..

The next thrust stole her breath away as he used enough force to press her into the cushions. With his grip on her, moving away or even bucking against him was halted, leaving her breathless for a few moment before her hands brushed against his, encouraging him to keep going.. to give her more.]

[goneforawalk]

[ again, he doesn't answer: he's too busy with what he's doing, but he'll be mouthy again later. for now he's relishing all of the sounds she makes, his free hand lifting to push her hair out of the way, fingers tracing through it slowly.

but once he starts, he's not about to stop: he presses into her with all the roughness she craves, leaning in to bite at the side of her breast again, opening small pinprick wounds and lapping up the blood shamelessly. he wants more, but he won't take it without permission.

instead he listens to her silent plea, gripping at her hair near the scalp and pulling her head back so he can mouth at her throat as he fucks into her with little care for the shifting of the cushions beneath them. it's easy to let go, to force her legs further apart so that he can rock into her deeper, with more force. ]

Tell me how you feel.

[singinghuntress]

[There are moments like this where the roughness he gives her feel divine from every harsh thrust to every small bloody bite. Her body explodes with waves of pleasure as he yanks her head back..

Rip's soft pleading moans quickly turn to pleasure laced cries as he slams into her little care, knowing her body can take any kind of roughness he wanted to give her..She was built for it and in moments like this, relished her endurance just so she could experience such delightful pleasures.

His mouth on her throat, the way he was spreading her further apart to drive deeper, the way she felt was..]

More..Everyzhing..

[Her back arched slightly, trying to press more into his fangs as his length kept plunging into her..]

Iz... delightful..

[Words are always hard when pleasure tries to rob her off them...]