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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 16, 2015 1:06:24 GMT -5
Johannes gently cupped her face between his distended hands and laughed affectionately.
"That isn't so bad, now is it, my love?" he cooed, smearing a little of the blood on his fingertip and putting it against her lips.
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Post by Teja on Sept 16, 2015 3:43:41 GMT -5
She met his gaze intensely and took his fingertip into her mouth, sucking the blood from it with transparent lustfulness. She took his hand and brought it against her cheek, turning her face against his palm, then kissing up the rest of the blood on his wrist, even that which had run down his arm. She still could not place what made her want it so badly. Perhaps it was only that he wanted her to.
She nuzzled his chest, a little absurdly vulnerable thinking that she had only ever been with one man before this, for knowing that did not matter didn't seem to make a difference in how momentous it made this experience seem. Her arms tightened around him, and she looked up at him from underneath heavy eyelashes.
"Johannes," she pleaded, "I want to feel you on me - in me -" which was not the best or least-ambiguous phrasing with a vampire, particularly one who had just initiated an exchange of their blood, but her meaning to her was so clear, and so otherwise communicated by means of pressing her body against his and writhing as though suffering greatly, which by some definition she was, that it did not occur to her it could recall a plea to be penetrated by his teeth.
Her tongue had been thoroughly loosened by the blood transfusion - it was either one hell of a drug or a fantastic placebo - and she wasted little time in begging him in even more explicit terms. She wondered, while they were bothering with jealous comparisons, if any of his country pastors' daughters had been so bold. Though she was thoroughly practiced with Loki, she had never really had to plead so much before. Loki's teasing and denial would never have made it this far. If she were honest...things might have been better between them if it had. There was something liberating about this.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 16, 2015 10:53:32 GMT -5
"Am I not already, my love?" he teased, kissing her forehead as though bestowing a blessing.
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Post by Teja on Sept 16, 2015 10:56:21 GMT -5
She frowned up at him at the use of the word love, but not only at that. "But I want all of you."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 16, 2015 11:08:56 GMT -5
"I have given you my own heart's blood," he said gently. "What could be more of me than that?"
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Post by Teja on Sept 16, 2015 11:11:07 GMT -5
She tried lying back down instead and urging him on top of her.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 16, 2015 11:34:25 GMT -5
He did climb on top of her again, but immediately went back to drinking from her breast.
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Post by Teja on Sept 16, 2015 11:39:13 GMT -5
She gasped and arched her back underneath his mouth, the faint brush of his elongated teeth. She wished he could bite her, that he could do that and then they could hit some kind of reset button, she was thinking of how it had felt from Loki, and that sensation transplanted into this circumstance would have been unbearable. But she wasn't so far gone as to beg him for that in a thoughtless moment.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 16, 2015 11:44:05 GMT -5
"Could he have done this?" Johannes murmured. "Could your little god have brought you to trembling as I have?"
He moved up from the wound to kiss her breast properly, smiling up at her with his face half-obscured and his hair trailing over them both.
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Post by Teja on Sept 16, 2015 11:57:46 GMT -5
The pressure of his lips brought even more trembling.
Was he refusing her because she hadn't answered that, was it some kind of bargain? Feeling completely given over to his control had almost entirely dismantled her, but it hadn't knocked from its shabby pedestal her sad and stubborn loyalty to the fiancé she'd taken entirely for granted lately.
No, Loki hadn't given her pleasure anywhere near this. That was what Johannes wanted her to say. But oh, his stupid unshakeable faith in her and his voice given to boyishness telling her some achievement of his in excitement and the way his green eyes got all shiny as a new penny when they had a good evening, for once - did it all have no worth?
Now her lip was trembling. She should get up and go, she realized; he was pushing her to renounce him, which even Loki would never have done, not even with Johannes, whom he found so repulsive, if he'd known she had chosen to be with him too, and the trouble was that it was, on the surface, so easy to give in to, because it was technically true.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 16, 2015 12:04:27 GMT -5
Johannes was grinning.
"I thought so. "
And he slithered up to kiss her on the mouth.
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Post by Teja on Sept 16, 2015 12:17:01 GMT -5
If she'd even had the willpower to pull away and leave, which would have been assuming she was even fit to stand, it vanished then. It was easy, like pinching out a flickering candle wick. She pressed her lips to his with a moan of despair, urging him to taste his blood on her tongue. With her back firmly on the bed for support she arched her hips up to meet his. She felt entirely beyond speech, and hoped he would not make her form words.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 16, 2015 14:06:16 GMT -5
"You'll do me a little service, won't you, my love?" he said, caressing her shoulders in his huge hands and counting her teeth with his tongue between words.
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Post by Teja on Sept 16, 2015 14:09:19 GMT -5
"I'll service you-" she said too quickly.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Sept 16, 2015 14:19:09 GMT -5
"That isn't what I meant," he snapped.
He caught himself immediately and looked into her startled, wide-eyed face. He grit his teeth and then forced the glare from his expression.
"...my apologies, my love. Of course you may..."
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