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"I like this idea," he whispers before taking her earlobe in his mouth, his lips hot and wet. He sucks gently on it for a moment, then moves his lips to her neck again.

He's vaguely of two minds, now--he wants to play with her senses a little more, but on the other hand he aches to plunge into her. He can feel how wet she is every time his hips roll against hers. His lips go to her own and he kisses slowly and repeatedly, as he so often loves to do.

But presently, with a moan, he reaches down to guide himself into her, his palm and fingers gently pressed over her mound as his tip slides in. He gives a heated sigh and rolls his hips a few more times to get his length all the way in, thick and hot and throbbing. One hand slides up her neck and along her jaw, the fingers slipping into her hair, love and affection so easy to feel in this touch, in his lips on hers again. The other hand grasps the bedsheets as he finds a rhythm.

It's the first time they've had sex since the hotel and that powerful affection is still there in the way he kisses her, the way he then gazes down at her as he moves.

Whatever response she had faded away as she felt his mouth on her ears, sending nothing but waves of pleasure racing down to her core as she moaned beneath his touches. Whether he played with her or not, she was already slick and needy for him as she responded to every kiss eagerly..

She felt him press against her entrance and sighed softly as he rolled his hips into hers, sliding his length into her. Even if it took a few more moments, it felt wonderful to have him seated all the way into her hot core. Rip had no doubt in her mind that he belonged there, filling her with his throbbing length.

As she gazes up at him, she can see and feel his love an affection for her as he finds that delightful rhythm they both enjoy..It was powerful, intoxicating almost and completely echoed back at him from her. Rip held the same love and strong affection for him that he did for her. Their experience in the hotel only made it stronger and made this experience even better somehow.

She moans beneath him, her body moving with his as she keeps kissing him every time their lips meet and savoring him every single time.

As he so often does, he's started out at a languid pace, savouring every touch and kiss, every slow, rolling thrust in and out, her slick, tight inner walls sliding so deliciously against his achingly sensitive skin. A moan rumbles in his chest with nearly every breath, sure sign that he's thoroughly subsumed.

She just feels so good, so right. Even more so, now. Maybe it was some lingering effect from the hotel. Maybe it was these mysterious changes. But he's so aflame with desire now that his sounds grow throaty and almost pleading, and he thrusts deeper, pushing her hips into the mattress.

For now, he doesn't think about how long he's got left to drown in such bliss--he simply lets the moment take him over.

The feel of him moving within her was unlike anything else. It was a primal, delightful dance that only the two of them could do while their moans and lustful sounds mingled to created an accompanying symphony that was all their own.

Rip could feel her desires for him swelling to bursting with every deep thrust as her hips got pushed more and more into the mattress. There was no harm in being rougher or more forceful with her and more than anything she loved having him above her like this, both of them consumed by their need for one another that it felt so right.. Two dancing flames mingling to make a larger inferno..

She whimpered, her hips moving to meet his and driving him as deep as possible within her as she felt herself balancing on the edge of her release.

He can feel that she's close, hear it in the sounds she makes. And it's wonderful. He thrusts harder and faster, tumbling into that desperate, runaway rhythm that can't stop until they both find fulfilment. His harsh breathing and the creaking of bedsprings add to the sound of their moans and cries.

Ah, god, this pleasure threatens to squash his mind underneath itself, and he would love nothing more than for it do do just that. His lips suck desperately at her neck. His hands clutch at the sheets. Yet, after a few short moments he has to pull his mouth away from her skin to breathe, head dropping to her shoulder.

Her moans become desperate pleas as he falls into that harder desperate rhythm that made them both spiral closer and closer to release. The feeling of his length plunging in and out of her brought her higher and higher with each stroke until finally she hit that tipping point...

Rip cried out as her body clenched around him, every sense becoming overwhelmed with pure pleasure as she clung to him desperately. Her body desired him buried deep within her, pouring himself into her and filling her tight slick heat.

Oh... oh, this intensity--his mind is pulled along with her into climax, her sounds and the way she tightens around him and clings to him sends him hurtling into his own oblivion. He bucks violently, a series of strangled sounds escaping him, his spine curving. He pulses and releases, thick and forceful, into her, shooting into the very centre of her. panting, he rides out this high, moaning breathlessly against her skin.

With a long sigh he relaxes on top of her and lies still for a few moments, catching his breath. After a few moments he kisses her neck slowly and tenderly.

Oblivion is the perfect place for them both to linger as she rode out the waves of his release as he filled her. Every drop of his forcefully release was flooding her very center, pooling his thick heat right where it belonged.

She whimpered as he settled on top of her, desperately trying to catch her own breath as he tenderly kisses her neck. It was enough to keep her floating in that post orgasmic bliss as she relaxed beneath him, happy and content. She didn't want to move right now, every thing just felt too good..

Azwel could easily fall asleep again, right where he is. It tugs at his mind, pulling him into a soft, warm drifting sensation. He lies there until his breathing is calm, and gives a long, gentle sigh. Propping himself up on his elbows, he looks down at her, smiling. His hair hangs around his face in a looping mass of waves and damp curls.

He leans down and kisses her slowly, a soft hum in his throat. "Mmmmmh, I foresee this becoming even more of a regular occurrence," he whispers, smiling. After a beat, he carefully rolls to the side, lying on his back again. "Though I am very curious to know how this change occurred."

She gazes up at him as he props himself up with a faint, fond smile. On a whim she gently reached up to tease one of his damp curls and twirl it around her fingers before releasing the wavy lock as he leaned in to kiss her.

Soft, slow.. she was enjoying the languid kiss while it lasted. "I definitely hope it vill." Rip shifted to her side once he rolls off of her and to his back. Now its her turn to prop herself up on an elbow and gaze down at him while she contemplated on how to explain her changes.

"Vith a lot of special circumstances zhat happened...after our time togezher in zhe hotel." She sighed and moved to curl against his side and rest her head on his shoulder, frowning faintly.

"I got deaged to human und my dominant found me. He vas deaged as vell, but, still a vampire und since I vas human again... I fit zhe requirements needed to be turned properly in our vorld. So, he did.. und it stuck after zhe hotel left."

He listens quietly, nodding.

"Deaged. Hm. I suppose that only makes sense. I saw myself older." He sighs softly, refusing to entertain the thought that that was the only way he'd ever see himself at that age. Instead, he turns his head, resting his cheek in her hair. "Does it feel different, having been properly turned?"

She silently wished she could have seen him older as well. Even if Rip had been aged up, she would have looked the same no matter what.

"Yes, it does. Zhere are senses I didn't know I had before.." She smiled faintly before raising her arm to flex her hand. "I'm stronger, faster.. even more durable. I don't haf to fear dying az much as I did before. Und I don't need my glasses." She grinned faintly.

"Zhere's more zhat I hafn't discovered yet. But, I haf a good teacher. Plus, I can retract my fangs now. Und make my bite pleasurable as you've experienced~. Zhe only downside is, I cannot let anyone find out about zhis. Alucard vould get in trouble und so vould I."

Edited Date: 2019-05-05 01:26 am (UTC)

He had glorious silver hair with faint purple streaks. A real silver fox.

Her description has him quirking an eyebrow, smiling. "I should like to see that demonstrated at some point. And, of course, the effect of your bite needs tested a few more times."

She is, after all, the reason his food bills are so high, these days. He's recovering pretty well from the Fort--looking a lot less underfed, his bones less visible, the contours of his muscles less worrisomely obvious. While his face is still angular it's not as hollowed. And while his middle is still concave it's a little bit soft below the navel. The whole effect seems much more alive and real.

And yet there's a few strands of silver in his hair already

At the mention of keeping this secret his smile grows tender. "I won't say a word," he says softly, reaching a hand up to touch her face. "You know, I like seeing your eyes. They're beautiful."

Then she really wishes she would have seen him as a silver fox. Rip had a thing for older men whether it was just in looks or actual age. Seeing Azwel in such a way would have been the ultimate turn on for her.

"I haf no doubt it vill be tested a few more times~. Along vith a few interesting demonstrations of my new abilities once I haf a little more control." He would be the first to witness them and experience them as she figures out how to use them in the bedroom, just for him.

As for his recovery, she's very pleased he's looking so well and alive. Its a stark contrast from the fort and one she's relieved to see. Though, she still bore no physical signs of the fort, for her.. the recovery is all mental and who knows if she's completely recovered or not.

All Rip knows now is that she loves the man next to her, obedience on the surface was a means of survival and she made triple the effort to keep her more illicit activities from being noticed. Not that there were many, yet.

She leaned into his touch as he gently touched her cheek and nuzzled into the palm of his hand. "Zhen you vill be one of zhe few that get to see zhem vithout zhe frames. I doubt I could haf kept zhis secret from you even if I tried."

"Mmmmm, I look forward to all of it." Azwel gives a long, gentle sigh. He has no idea what caused him to have such wonderful luck as to have her in his life. He's so... contented, here.

Gently he curls his arms around her to pull her toward him and kiss her softly and lingeringly. "To think I'd find someone so perfect in his dreadful city," he murmurs. "To think I'd find love." He kisses her again, hand slipping into her hair, warm against her scalp.

Considering how vicious Rip had been in her world and what lead to her messy death... Finding love in a place like this was a miracle in its own right. She settles against him with a content smile and more than pleased to keep with the soft gentle kisses as she leans into him.

"Ve are both lucky." She really believes that. Both for escaping their final death by coming to this city and for finding each other. Rip's life had been vicious and cruel on many levels before. This..was finally the silver lining to it all. She had someone to love and loves her in return.A very, very rare thing for vampires in her world.

She melts into their next kiss, moaning faintly as she feels his hand in her hair, gentle against her scalp as she poured her love and affection for him into that one simple kiss.