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I'll take a look sometime.

[ he smiles again at the accusation, not repentant in the least. ]

The lingering souls of millions wasn't enough to satiate me. I always had my favorites, of course.

[ when she speaks, he cants his head--at this he's a little surprised, all things considered. he lifts a hand, placing it at her chest. the action isn't sexual: he's pressing it against where the scar is, where he impaled her. ]

Would you really? [ a beat passes and he considers: ] Do you like being my submissive?

[When he presses his hand to her chest, she tenses for a brief second before relaxing and pressing into his touch with a slight nod.]

Iz it veird if I do? You killed me und zhen helped me get over my terror of you. Now ve haf a partnership zhat seems to be stable und vorks for both of us.

[She hesitated slightly.]

Zhough, you definitely seem to prefer stronger partners und I am none of zhat vhen compared to you or any of zhe ozhers here.

[ he almost pulls back when she tenses, but once she relaxes it's fine--he digs his nails in minutely through her clothing, then relents. ]

I don't know. Does it feel weird? I'll admit, it's working out better than I'd anticipated.

[ he mulls over what she says next for a moment, thoughtful. she's right: she's not as strong as his usual choice of partner. but in this case does it matter? ]

You're still a vampire, whether that idiot doctor managed completely or not. You're strong enough to kill hundreds, to raze what lies in your way--and isn't that enough?

[The feel of his nails digging into her felt pleasant in its own way and had her pouting briefly when he relented. As for their partnership feeling weird, Rip shook her head and stayed relaxed against his hand.]

No it doesn't feel veird to me. It just feels...[She pauses to try and find the right word for it.] Pleasant.

[At least, that's the closest word she could think of to describe her end of things. How it felt to him or what he thought about it, she didn't have much of a clue. However, his answer does makes her pause again and then smile slightly. He was right, she was able to do quite a bit of destruction on her own if she were inclined to..]

I suppose it vill haf to be. Zhough, I regret not being turned normally now.

Mm. I suppose that's a good word for it.

[ his hand drifts as he speaks, fingertips brushing along her throat. possessive, maybe. definitely wanting. he wasn't kidding when he said his hunger was all-devouring. ]

Oh? I suppose you could have persuaded me, way back then. Shown me a good reason. I could have brought you home with me, turned you right. Given you a proper eternity.

[ his voice is low, barely a rumble, and he leans in to kiss her jaw. ]

You'd really be mine, then.

[She shuddered at the feel of his fingertips trailing down her throat and wouldn't argue with his possessiveness. Or his hunger when she was right there and already his for the most part...

Though if she had known it was a possibility way back then maybe she would have chosen that path instead of the one she ended up taking. ]

I sure I could haf managed to catch your interest properly if I had known vat I vanted back zhen...

[Just the sound of that low rumbling voice of his had her eager and leaning into his touch, savoring the kiss to her jaw.]

Zhe pleasure of being yours for an eternity vould haf been vorth any trouble I may haf experienced by joining you.

You know what they say about hindsight.

[ he moves a little as he speaks, bracing over her on the couch so that he can lean in for another long, slow kiss. he ends it with a nip to her lower lip, an idle tug, and he grins. ]

But we'll make do with what we get, won't we?

[ his hand drops to rest at her hip pointedly, nails digging in here too. ]

Arthur would have been furious, he never wanted me to have anything of my own. It would have felt so sweet.

It's a bitch.

[She smirks faintly as he moves over her for another long slow kiss. Rip takes her time to enjoy it, feeling more relaxed and wanting as he tugged at her lower lip with his fangs. It almost never failed to give rise to her own wanton nature, especially with him around.]

Yes, ve vill.

[Her body trembled as she felt his hand on her hip, eager and definitely ready to enjoy a few rounds of pleasure with him.]

It zounds like I vould haf had fun being yours just to spite him at every opportunity... und I vould haf been a valued asset to you.

Well, close enough.

[ he settles heavily atop her body then, pinning her down so that he can mouth along her jaw, to her neck, to her throat. he knows the marks won't last long but he nips at the hollow of her throat before sucking a mark there insistently, possessively.

when he lifts his head a little his eyes are lidded. ]

He would have hated it. Probably would have locked me away sooner. But he wouldn't have had any hold over you.

[She shifts to lay down as he pins her against the couch and relaxes while his mouth runs along her jaw and down her throat. Every brush of his lips and nip of his fangs had her melting beneath him.. and feeling pleased at the way he was possessively leaving a mark on her neck.

To say she has a thing for being possessed might be an understatement some days. Rip was growing to love the feeling of being wanted like this and he was one of the very few that gave it to her.

Rip gazed up at him, her own eyes lidded and filled with desire for him as he spoke. What he said made her grin slightly.]

True.. I could haf raised hell und got you out sooner.

Would you have?

[ he's grinning back at her, sharp and wide, and reaches with both hands to begin to work at her clothing, starting with the top half--working until he can unbutton her shirt and lean down to bite at her collarbone. it's harsh but not enough to break skin, not yet. ]

I could have shown you my appreciation once I was out again.

[ his voice is a low rumble against her skin, tongue running slowly over the mark he made. ]

I vould haf~.

[She tilted her head back, exposing more of her throat to him as he worked on unbuttoning her shirt, giving him a nice view of the line of her throat and the way her submissive mark traveled down to her breasts..

Every pale inch of skin he revealed yearned to be touched and to feel his hands or his fangs on her.. the bite to her collarbone made her moan at just how harsh it was, a definitely different reaction than when they first met in this strange city..

Now Rip enjoyed the feel of his fangs.. and the feel of the way his voice rumbled against her skin as he spoke, eliciting shivers racing down her spine to pool low within her. She could already feel a familiar heat starting to build and ache to be touched and toyed with.]

Vhy don't you show me now? Make me see vat I've missed out on..

What a good girl you would have been.

[ his tone is teasing, toying, and he runs his tongue all the way up her submissive mark in a pointed gesture. even if she wasn't his anymore back home, now that her soul was released, she's his here and he's going to take advantage of that--with her permission, at least.

which he seems to have in spades, so there's no harm in pressing a knee between her thighs to grind up against her, fingers slipping behind her back to unsnap her bra and urge her clothing off completely. ]

I can do that.

[ once he has her breasts fully exposed he leans down to nip at the soft flesh, intent on leaving little pleasant marks here too, laving attention to one breast while one hand toys with the nipple of the other. ]

[That pointed gesture was willingly received with a slight moan. While they were here, she was his and belonged to him in a way no one else could really claim. And she was doing it willingly, giving him all the permission he needed.

She felt his knee move between her thighs and gasped as he pressed against her, grinding into her already desperate core. Her back arched slightly, allowing him more access to her bra so he could compel it off of her completely. ]

Zhen... show me..

[Her breath hitched as she felt his fangs nipping against her soft flesh. Every mark he left sent jolts of pleasure lancing through her as he lavished attention to to her sensitive breasts with both his mouth and hands.

Her own hands moved to work their way through his hair, clenching slightly around wild strands...urging him on to keep showing her just what she missed out on if things had been different back home..]

[ this time, he doesn't answer verbally. instead he continues his attention to her breasts, shifting his mouth to the other one so that neither is left out--he bites at the curve of her breast after a moment though, drawing pinpricks of blood but no more. then he runs his tongue over the tiny punctures with a low noise in his throat, gaze flicking up to look at her.

his knee continues to press against her but after a moment it moves, leaving her bereft until he slips a hand down between them. he makes quick work of her fly and slips a hand inside her trousers to press two fingers idly against her through her underwear. ]

Do you want more? Tell me. I like to hear you.

[ his teeth graze her nipple idly, barely there, after he speaks. ]

[She gasps at the feel of his fangs biting into her and can feel the blood gather on her skin before he licks it away, tasting like very few have...or anyone really. Alucard is still the only vampire she's allowed to feed from her and so far, it was going to remain that way.

Every press of his knee brought waves of pleasure though never enough..Rip craved more of his touch and nearly pouted when he moved his knee away only to have the feel of his hand working her pants and slipping in to cup her heated core. Already she had started to dampen her underwear from what he'd been doing to her and he could feel it as he pressed against her.

did she want more? Her hips shifted against his hand insistently as the feel of his fangs robbed her of her thoughts for a brief moment as she moaned... once she regained a little smidgen of sense, she nodded with a low moan.]

Yes..I'll alvays desire more~. Please give me everyzhing you are villing to give. All zhe pleasure...ever little bite, I van't it all.

[They really were such greedy covetous creatures.]

Greedy.

[ he's teasing, and when he starts to rub her with his fingers it's still through the fabric, something but not enough--he loves having her at his mercy like this, and the serenity of the moment soothes his slightly-frazzled nerves.

it's better to think about this, anyway: he takes one of her hands in his own and guides it down to press to the front of his own trousers so she can feel how hard he is already. it's not difficult to get him going, after all; he shifts again to bite at her clavicle, her sternum, leaving mottled marks all over her chest. ]

Do you want me to fuck you? Or tease you a little longer?

[Of course she was greedy...what vampire wasn't? She whimpers as he starts to rub her through the fabric, quickly soaking the simple cotton with her arousal as she falls completely into his mercy as her fingers clenched in his hair.

This was much better to think about that what worried either of them.. and more relaxing as well. Rip didn't resist as he guided her hand and the moment she felt how hard he was, she was rubbing her palm against him through his pants, teasing him just as much as he was teasing her.

Every mark he made, she'd wear with pride until they healed completely in a day or two. In the mean time, she had a choice to make.. one her lust hazed mind was already making.]

Yes.. please.. fuck me.

[ his fingers deftly push the fabric aside after a moment so he can slip two of them inside of her slowly, thrusting them in and out as he watches her. he groans faintly at the friction of her hand against him, biting down at the scar on her chest in retaliation.

but it's when she speaks that he smiles, pulling back entirely so that he can start to unbutton his own shirt. it's quick work and he tosses it aside, working his trousers off too, waiting until he's bare to tug down her trousers and underwear over her hips, insistent as he brings them down and works them off her legs. ]

So needy.

[ he shifts closer then, drawing one of her legs around his waist, but doesn't press into her just yet. ]

Do you want me gentle or hard?

[Before she could say anything else, his fingers were slipping into her, teasing and caressing her inner core as her breath hitched and fingers tightened in his hair. Her other hand kept teasing him as best she could in this position... A sharp gasp follows the feel of his teeth against her scar, eliciting a shudder than seemed to race through her from her head to her toes...

Rip whimpers when he pulls back to undress but, still she's enjoying the sight of him as he does so until he's working off her own pants. She lifts her hips to make it a little easier for him to get them down to slide off her long legs.]

You enjoy me being needy~.

[She smirks faintly as he moves her as she relaxes. Rip can feel him so close to pressing into her...]

Hard... Really make me scream for you~.

[It wasn't a request she made often.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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.

[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...]