Alameda Making a famine where abundance lies (nsfw)
#51
Momentarily stymied by her hand redirecting his, Theo found himself aimless and tense, waiting for something. He'd taken her squirming as a positive sign, but with her having a hold of his hands he wondered if she'd lash out, throw him clear across the room. He was tense, prepared for some retaliation for taking liberties when she wasn't sated with her own little prize.

She didn't do anything like that. Instead she was pulling him further onto the bed, up on her knees and coaxing him towards the headboard.

Did she have a plan? He didn't feel like he had, but his eyes were fixed on her knees as they shuffled along the dark blue bedding.

When he'd joined her by the headboard, he tried to twist his hands out of her grip - testing whether she'd let him go or not, but he also had a plan forming in his head. Something he wanted to accomplish.

If she let him go, he'd try to coax her to sit down properly, one hand slipping up her skirt.
#52
She did let him go, briefly thinking this was the end of the line for their weird little experiment, until the psychic was urging her to sit down. Warily, as was apparently their way right now, the vampire sat down, bending her knees so she sat back on her ankles, the white dress fluffing out around her.

The hand zipping straight back up her skirt surprised her, though, enough for her to almost clumsily spill back against the headboard, legs coming unfurled out from under her. Braced on her hands, bent knees pinning together, she shot him an irritable look, still disliking the quiet uncertainty, but otherwise just curious to see what the hell he was doing.

She actually didn’t pay attention all that often.
#53
There was something very peculiar about how this was all unfolding, Theo thought even as his hand slipped further up her skirt no matter how much irritation pinged on his radar. He found it a little strange, how her behaviour was at odds with how this usually went. Sure, she generally simply... let him get on with it, passive in a strange way, but that was the high, once she came down she livened up more than a little.

But this was a little more than that. She genuinely seemed to not know which made Theo wonder, had she ever done this while she wasn't full with some poor sod's blood?

Somehow it made Theo angry, because that confirmed it, didn't it? She'd come for her fix of blood and the rest would've been him playing into her hands. He'd known, but the reminder set his head on fire.

With her clamping her legs together like a scared virgin he knew she wasn't, Theo took another one of those reckless decisions, entirely spiteful. His other hand slid up her skirt to join the other, bracketing her hips, and gripped her knickers - the dark blue little number she'd flashed at him. Uncaring for what the reaction might be, he pulled, feeling the seams of the delicate garment pop, turning it into scraps.
#54
The calm fell apart just like her underwear. It didn’t feel possible that he’d led her on all this way just to rip her stupid panties but her own rage flashed forward to meet his as the garment loosened and fell away.

"Theo!" She shrilled, surprised and embarrassed enough to pull her legs out from under him and find her way back up onto her knees. Brows low, eyes burning like coals, she snarled, "You fucking brute, you—"

One hand snapped out to curl around the back of his head and get a handful of hair. She would try to pull his head back to face her and her lips worked wordlessly until she finally settled on hissing, "Are you done fucking around?"
#55
Theo had expected her to lash out in some form. Most didn't enjoying having clothing ripped and Asphodel least of all, but he'd accepted the risk when he'd decided to do it.

So he laughed, low and satisfied, when she scrambled and hissed like a cat. Even her hand fisting into a punishing grip on his hair didn't shut him up. He did, of course, avert his eyes as she forced his face towards her.

"They were in my way," he informed, a darkly amused undercurrent to it. He'd accomplished his little bit of pointless payback, now he wanted to get on with it.

His hands, having divested of the knickers somewhere, settled on her thighs to slide up under her skirt again, one hand pressing between her thighs. He'd find that scrap of fabric later, no doubt. He was sure he'd be amused by it.
#56
If she had any blood flow at all, it would've flushed up around her neck and face. They were in his way, like he was some kind of... Her mouth worked around some kind of word to spit at him, but the vampire was so incensed she didn't have much more than her usual epithet for him. "Beastly." The word hitched as Theo's fingers found their way between her legs and she ground her teeth, still staring daggers through his head. Because he still wouldn't fucking meet her eye. "Just-- Get on with it then."

In a testament to the strength of the emotion that she maintained her anger while his fingers worked her over. Except she was angry the hand sliding up her thighs felt so good and the fingers in his hair slackened as a tremor moved up her body. It was an absolute affront and an oversight that she gave him any sort of leeway to begin with. Just embarrassing. Honestly, he was lucky she was already so well fed because that was the only thing keeping her jaw from fucking cracking in half. Impatient, she pulled the stupid man close by his head and mashed a furious kiss to his mouth, trying to invade it with her tongue.
#57
Get on with it, she said, like she wasn't shivering with his hands just on her legs, not even going anywhere particularly good just yet.

Theo opened his mouth to comment on just that, but her brutal kiss interrupted him. It was more clashing teeth and tongue than a kiss, but secretly thrilling because wasn't he the one who got frustrated between the two of them?

He returned the brutal kiss, eyes kept closed, hands sliding to hike up her skirt, before meandering their way over her hips to her ass. He god a solid grip on the globes of muscle, digging his fingers in.

Pulling back slightly, so he could actually speak, he said, "I'll get on with it when you lie down." He dipped back in, teeth raking across her lower lip. "I won't mind if you spread your legs, either," he remarked, tone deceptively casual.
#58
No! There was no way in hell she was going to get led on by this weird aggressive seduction again. Asphodel set her jaw, moaned a little as he tugged on her lip.

She didn’t comply, instead chasing his mouth as he pulled back a little. Still, her other hand lifted to hang off his shoulder, while her fingers twined in his hair. "And let you rip my dress?" She snapped, between messy kisses, "Why don’t you lie back?"

She’d probably bite him if he did that.
#59
Theo should've expected some resistance, so he didn't find it too much of a set-back that she refused to do as he said. He'd probably have been disappointed if she did just give in. Maybe ask her if she had a fever. She was much more present than before, no high to make her receptive to some handling. It was tempting, though, to topple her himself, but they'd likely devolve into another fight and no one would get what they wanted.

He tried to pull back again, finding it difficult to retort when her tongue was crawling down his throat and her teeth clacking against his and catching on his lips. A hand snaked up from the grip he had on her bottom to grip the hair on the back of her head, pulling her back with a small application of force.

"If you're worried about the dress, take it off," he said, off hand and uninterested in her dilemma, although he hadn't even thought of ripping that up. Rumpling it, sure, but he didn't actually want Asphodel to re-enact the Emperor's new clothes. "I could lie back, but it'll be difficult to eat your muff like that. Unless you'd rather sit on my face?" He stated it plainly, expression focused, even if he wasn't looking at her.

There was a part of him that wondered how he got so incredibly crass when dealing with Asphodel. Was it in response to her posh airs or did she just bring it out of him naturally? He said it so easily too, unbothered by the ideas he put forward. Maybe he'd simply unconsciously chosen shock-tactics as the best way to get a rise.

He did, of course, have an aim here. Mostly it involved not letting her face anywhere near his neck.
#60
Asphodel, allowing herself to be drawn back by her hair, blinked, unsure if she heard right. She got it, understood his crass turn of phrase, but the fact that he wanted to do that for her beggared belief.

As the shock wore off, a little laugh bubbled up out of her, uncertain but more darkly amused than anything. "You could die," She lilted, sidling close on her knees, hips swaying in his grasp, "What if I squeeze too hard with my thighs?" Smirking, she made a popping noise with her lips. Stupid, reckless man. Delightful.

Apparently soothed by the idea that she could crush his skull between her thighs—it was a nice thing to say, right? The implication he’d be able to make her orgasm so hard she squashed him?—the vampire released him and allowed herself to fall back against his pillows. Her dress already hiked up around her hips, underwear fucking ruined, she lay exposed, though she didn’t drop her knees open completely.

One arm lifting to pillow behind her head, the other hand toyed with the hem of her dress near the crook her legs, watching him. Waiting, the challenge unspoken.
#61
Asphodel pointing out the very real reality of Theo potentially getting killed in all this was not something unknown to him, so he huffed a dry laugh at her even taking the time to mention it. Each time she showed up, death loomed nearer. In the kitchen, perhaps if he hadn't tried to stop her, she could've easily drained him entirely, drunk and aching. The fact that she could, as she implied, crush his skull between her thighs barely registered because she could do the same by tossing him across the room, he could hit the wall and snap his neck. She could punch her fist through his ribcage and rip his heart out.

She could've flown into a rage when he called her a whore and finished the job of ripping his throat out.

Instead she was amused by him in this moment, delighted, even? He could never understand the responses she had. For all he thought her a monster and met her with fury, she'd never tried to kill him. He was sure she'd thought about it, like he'd done the same about her, but the important fact was she hadn't acted on the impulse yet. Maybe it gave him false courage, baiting the beast, or maybe it just convinced him she wasn't a killer even if she was a leech. The delicate house of cards holding them up would collapse one day, he was sure, and he was certain he'd be the corpse at the end.

Asphodel let his hair go, settling back down onto the pillows against the headboard. One of her hand went up to cushion her head, the other toying with the hem of her dress. Said dress was hiked up, laying everything bare for him. The apex of her thighs were abnormally pale, her puffy lips likewise. She wasn't letting her legs spread, knees still up - a small barrier between herself and Theo, even as she laid herself out. A tingle of a silent challenge coming from her.

Maybe she thought he'd balk at her pointing out she could crush his skull?

Something must be wired incorrectly in his brain - all those memory wipes or being dropped on his head too many times as an infant, who knew - because it hardly made him pause. He positioned himself in front of her, hands back on her thighs, sliding onto her inner thighs and moving down slowly but with purpose, nudging them apart. As he did this, he lowered himself down on the bed, shouldering himself between her legs.

Then, positioned where he wanted to be, he curled his hands around her thighs to get a proper grip on her, fingers curling around the crease between hips and upper thighs, fingers nudging hers curled into her hem. He pulled her a little further down the bed, no warning given, to get a better angle, and lowered his head down. He ran the flat on his tongue along her slit, teasing her lips and slowly getting into it.

Taking the challenge head on, so to speak.
#62
The vampire loosed a little yelp of almost delighted surprise as he dragged her down the bed, dress rolling higher up her back. Spilling out of position, she instead pushed herself up on both elbows to watch him.

Asphodel was impressed, really. Despite all the ways she enraged him, posed a threat to his existence, Theo didn’t have a word of response except to do it. Perhaps he had a thing for danger he wasn’t willing to admit to but whatever it was, she was reaping the benefits.

Completely sober, as well, which left her in a space of avid attention, the moment of anticipation pressing in fully rendered. Sheets rustling, bed creaking slightly under their movements. She could hear his breathing, his heartbeat, steady, unbothered. Without a barrier between herself and the proceedings it felt close to vulnerable and try as she might, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d done it like this.

Asphodel still didn’t think it would last. He was too lovely not to take a bite out of, but without any true hunger hounding her heels, she was willing to be patient.

No resistance as he pushed her knees apart, although the stark difference in body temperatures had her quivering again. And then his searing tongue had her gasping, almost arching away when it was too much. It took an powerful effort not to squirm and at first she only felt the heat but slowly, a tantalizing sensation started to peek through the initial shock.

Exhaling and trembling, the pale vampire fell back to the dark duvet, hands going once more to the hem of her skirt, fingers tangling in the fabric.
#63
Theo ignored her squirming, took in the gasp but didn't make much of it. He focused down on what he was doing, licking and sucking at her outer lips as he warmed her up. His stubbled cheeks rasped along the skin of her inner thigh, adding that sensation to all of it. Occasionally, he used his tongue to play with her clit, but kept it spare as he aimed for a slow, pleasant build, rather than charging straight for something.

Pressing his own hips into the bed, he revelled in simply enjoying it, finding it a slow build-up in himself where he'd been uncertain he'd even manage it after everything. That was why he'd gone straight for using his mouth, rather than simply trying to fuck her. He hadn't known he could deliver anything of the sort, but that vampire blood was an effective drug, even if it was still working on soothing the little pains. He was also possibly still drunk, but in the pleasant area where he let his mind take him where it willed.

It was also a little power trip, feeling Asphodel tremble and exhale, the occasional aborted squirming. She didn't really have any control in this, unless she used that super strength of hers, but she wasn't doing that, just falling back into his sheets, clutching at her own dress uselessly. If she'd taken the option to sit on his face she could've entirely controlled the speed of it, but Theo preferred it this way.
#64
Knees drifting aside completely so that her thighs were cradled heavily in his arms, the vampire eased into it, adjusting to the heat. Unconsciously, she started breathing, the man teasing out little gasps, doing surprisingly excellent work on her. Hand sliding down her stomach, she dragged her fingers up the side of his face, before the tips traced through his hair again. She tugged very gently to show her approval.

Past the initial discomfort, Asphodel was tempted to snark, but recognized this as another moment of calm. Perhaps because his goddamn mouth was occupied. She also didn’t trust herself not to moan part way through and that would just ruin the effect.
#65
As focused as he was, it was almost a surprise when her fingers touched the side of his face, tips trailing along into his hair. He groaned, low and deep, tonguing her as he pressed his face into her cunt. When she tugged on his hair, he looked up, eyes finding her face for a split second before they quickly skipped away, the warning blaring in his head again. He was almost glad she was silent, stemming any desire to shoot back with some insult and dampening his own building arousal.

To distract from his little slip, he latched onto her clit, sucking gently as he tightened his arms around her thighs, mouth sliding over her now slick cunt, but focusing on her clit as gently as he could. One arm pulled back, hand sliding along her hip and back to her bottom, coming around to settle on her inner thigh, the rough pads of his fingers trailing along the crease between her inner thigh and crotch.
#66
The briefest eye contact but the sudden bright thrill of it shot through her like a bolt of energy. The man was so studious to avoid it, of course her reaction would be overblown. His eyes were a lovely shade of green, a flash of some almost human connection, and then it was gone and he was going at her in earnest.

Her own eyes closing, she moaned and arched, eagerly pressing against his mouth. Breath hitching, toes curling, her thighs did lift to bracket his head, but it was at least an unconscious reaction. He was driving her along with surprising skill and the fingers in his hair tightened as her body tensed.
#67
Apparently, a sober Asphodel was an easy Asphodel. It didn't take much work for her to arch into his mouth, breath hitching and thighs tensing. Her fingers were tugging at his hair a little more roughly than before and the hand he'd slipped around her front went for its target. He pressed his index finger into her entrance, curling it to rub at her internal walls to push her along a little higher.

He kept suckling at her clit, but was conscious to gentle his ministrations when the peak happened, careful not to press it too far into roughness when she might've been sensitive right after an orgasm. At the first sign of true discomfort, he'd disengage.

For his own part, he pressed his hips into the bed again, the act having been a slow pleasant ascent into proper arousal that he'd likely have to deal with.
#68
A tremor started in her thighs, uncontrollable. The vampire arched hard against the dark sheets as the gentle quivering made its way up her hips, her stomach, and then the hand in his hair pulled away to fist at the blanket.

A throaty, wanton moan and her pale thighs drew up around his head properly, her body undulating in rhythm with the movement of his fingers. She dragged in a breath, silent for a brief moment, concentrating on his attentions, but it wasn’t long before she tipped over into intense ecstasy. Asphodel curled in on herself, and her thighs tightened dangerously as Theo held her in thrall. Thankfully, the pressure relented before she unwittingly crushed anything.

He wouldn’t need to pay much attention to when it became too much. After a few seconds, the woman squirmed and twisted away herself with a quiet, pleased whine. She scrambled her way up towards the pile of pillows at the head of the bed just to sprawl prettily, her head spinning in the afterglow.
#69
With Asphodel pulling back herself, Theo simply let it happen, relinquishing his hold on her and letting her squirm away. He sat up himself, getting his arms under him and shifting to kneel on the bed, sitting back on his haunches. He felt self-satisfied, half-lidded eyes looking at Asphodel sprawling over his pillows. Her skirt was still hiked up, giving a plain view of her cunt and the way it glistened in the light.

He licked his mouth, hand coming up to wipe at the wetness on his face, lips feeling puffy and used. He took a moment to breathe, catch his breath, before he decided he'd better take advantage of the erection he was sporting as a result.

Now that he wasn't distracted from his own physical discomfort by having his face buried in her cunt, he was feeling a degree of urgency as he flicked open his fly and toppled to the side to lay on his back. He squirmed, hands pushing at his trousers to get himself in hand. It felt like too much effort to simply divest himself of trousers, since Asphodel was probably selfishly going to linger in her post-orgasmic haze, so he slid a tight fist over his cock and groaned at the pleasure of it.

Theo wasn't in a hurry, either, just enjoying a more pleasurable end to a night that, frankly, had gone terribly even before Asphodel showed up.
#70
It was no blood-high, but the gentle warmth and pleasure were a joy all on their own. Asphodel may have forgotten how nice it was without her mind twisted around a high. And to think! Theo wanted her to stay away! He was very bad at convincing her.

Speaking of the man, she felt the bed creak, heard the zipper, and expected him to come for her next. Head lolling to one side in her haze, what she found was somehow far more erotic. Even if she couldn’t flush, she did feel very warm and lush as she watched him. The vampire couldn’t hold back from meddling for long though.

Crawling over, she settled in next to the big man, propping her head up on one hand and boldly pressing herself against his side.

"Look at you..." The vampire purred, her free hand tickling down his chest to tease down his stomach. "Taking care of yourself, what a good man."

Ironic because her hand traveled lower and her fingers circled the base of his cock although she didn’t make any move to help yet.
#71
Theo had made himself content with his own hand by the time Asphodel slithered up next to him, pressing her cool body up against his overheated side. He glanced her way, spotting her settling in to fucking watch. The thought made his skin break out into goosebumps, momentarily confused about what he thought of it, but he dropped his head down onto the mattress and kept moving his hand. Steady, slow.

His abdomen clenched in surprise when her hand skimmed over his chest, Theo letting out a punched out groan as she slipped her fingers downwards. His muscles jumped at the ticklish sensation and he squirmed as her fingers slid further down to circle around the base of his cock. It was infuriating, in the sense that it was a looming promise that she didn't do anything with.

Gently twisting his fist around his cock-head, Theo's breath hitched, at this point just wanting to chase that release. He didn't have a response for her.
#72
Sigh. Nothing. No fair.

But that was no reason to relent, not when she again felt the pangs of arousal while watching. Giving up on her little tease, she twisted her lips sullenly at being ignored. Asphodel did not like being ignored.

Pushing herself upright, she pulled her skirt up and swung her leg up over Theo’s hips, centering herself over him, near enough that it would only take a bit of maneuvering or bearing down for him to slip inside. She didn’t do that though.

Bracing her hands on either side of his head, she dipped to nip at his chin. "Theooo..." She pouted.
#73
Theo felt her move rather than saw her move, the swish and displacement of air and shuddering of the bed as she swung her leg over him, feeling her leg indent on the mattress next to him. He didn't know what she wanted, but he felt her hovering, her arms braced on each side of his head. Probably looking at his face, so he kept his head tilted back, eyes closed.

The nip at his chin made him startle slightly, huffing out a breath. His hand slipped away from his cock, wondering what now? Then he moved his hand to her bare thigh next to his hip.

"Can't I have a wank in peace, Asphodel?" He remarked, flippant.
#74
It was really very sexy watching the man take pleasure in himself. His head tilted back, the way his muscles quivered at his own touch. Even if she was poised to get up in his business, she might've continued enjoying it if his hand hadn't fallen away, finger tips kissing heat over her thigh. He was so warm, he smelled so good... She had thoughts, like always, of draining him completely dry. Morbid little imaginings of curling up in his chest cavity, around his slowly beating heart. The ease of it was almost criminal.

But then, he would be dead and she would be out a meal. Not that he'd ever fully agreed to be a meal, but God... They had a weird kind of understanding.

And her face scrunched up in irritation as he simply... wrote her off. Scoff. Asshole.

Rather than deign to give that question a response beyond a bit of frumping, Asphodel reached under her skirt and wrapped her fingers around his cock to line him up with her entrance. That done, she leaned back over him and slowly settled back to begin pushing him inside. A little gasp blew from her lips and although her head was angled down in concentration, her eyes flicked up to his face. As always, they drifted from his face down to his throat and the powerful pulse jumping beneath his skin, her fixation ever present.
#75
With his eyes closed, he didn't truly know the way she was positioned, other than aware she was hovering over him, vaguely. So he was surprised when her hand settled back on his cock with a little more intent than before, his eyes popping open and his head tilting up to see what was happening. He was startled at Asphodel taking the initiative rather than simply letting him get on with it.

Then she began sitting down and his hands flew to her hips, groaning as she steadily worked herself down on his cock. He was sure their eyes met again, before he flicked down to watch her sink down. Caught wrong footed, he felt more than a little shocked, making more noise than he might've otherwise. Unable to watch, he threw his head back again, clenching his jaw as he just drowned in the sensations of Asphodel wrapped around him.

His hips twitched and squirmed, tempting to simply thrust up, but conscious that no matter how good it felt he didn't actually want to have his cock in an angry vampire.
#76
Asphodel wasn’t really going for shock but it was still rewarding after he tried to ignore her for his hand, drawing out a wicked smile he wouldn’t be able to see. The hands on her hips were encouraging and she fully enjoyed his noises as she slowly let his heat fill her. The vampire’s breath came hard and unsteady as she sunk onto him and as she finally took the man in to the hilt she wriggled a little, adjusting, luxuriating.

That accomplished she sat up and lifted her skirt to tug the whole dress off over her head, revealing just naked smooth skin and peaked nipples, the vampire having no reason for a bra that summery evening. Honestly, she could never wear a bra again and get away with it, by virtue of being, well... a vampire. But moreover because she was so slim, with the barest whisper of curves.

Hands dropping to rest on his muscled stomach for balance, she braced with her knees and started to ride him with a bit more energy than her initial overtures. She was careful for once, slow and steadily sliding the length of his cock rather than any messy frenetic thrusting.

All the same she couldn’t help a little eager gasping every time their hips became flush, the vampire both warming up quickly and warming around him, leeching his heat.
#77
Theo looked at her again when she settled her full weight on him, overcoming the shock of her taking initiative and able to enjoy the tight clutch of her around him. She was still so cool, slowly warming as she leeched his own heat from him. It didn't even feel strange, which said volumes about how blasted in the head Theo was these days.

She straightened, still sitting impaled, and pulled her flowy white dress over her head. She was entirely naked then, pale and skinny, nipples peaked, with his cock disappearing into the thatch of hair between her legs. A dirty picture to keep for later, maybe.

He still had his trousers on, barely shoved down enough to get his cock out, but it felt filthy being half clothed with her naked on top of him. He wasn't breathing steady, affected and under pressure, but neither was she, and vampires didn't breathe so her little affectations were either unconscious or deliberately provoking.

Which of the two could really flip his attitude in the wrong direction, so he didn't ask.

Theo was surprised though when she started lifting herself up, essentially fucking herself on him, using her own power and initiative rather than insisting he do all the work. Her pace was slow, steady, something designed as a slow tease - perhaps to drive him mad or simply an emulation of his own hand. With her vampiric strength he was sure she could ride his cock until he was begging.

He moaned, deep and guttural, at the pace she took, hands clutching helplessly at her hips, fingers digging into her skin. Theo's hips were doing small controlled thrusts, not relying only on Asphodel to drive them towards greater heights.

This was very different from her bored disinterest of previous shags, absent of her meanly egging him on while he panted above her like a beast of burden.

Theo's hand slid up her stomach, along her ribcage, almost feeling the individual bones, before he cupped her breast. He rolled one of her plump nipples between his fingers, testing her responses.
#78
Being sober, Asphodel couldn't help but notice the difference as well and... it annoyed her because all she wanted to do was eat him, but fucking him was so much better when she wasn't blasted out of her mind. Couldn't really have both.

Pupils blown out, she watched Theo writhe under her with this kind of distant irritation in the back of her mind. It energized her a bit, and more prominently, she loved the reactions she was coaxing out of the him, knowing that if she were a living woman, she'd be flushed and sweaty from this alone. Leaning forward a little more, hands sliding up to his chest, she started to meet his little thrusts, but continued at her slow and patient pace. Where the vampire's high lasted only a few minutes, she was avidly curious to see how long she could draw this out. How long he could stand it. And honestly how long she could stand it.

The way he plucked at her nipple jolted through her, making her tighten around him. She lifted a hand to cover his on her breast and tilted her head back to close her eyes, gasping at the ceiling. It felt good physically, but further than that, just having his rough hands sliding all over her made her feel very... sexy. Desired? Either way it was very good and she rewarded the man with a little more vigor and force in her next thrust. It was a double-edged sword, that, the pleasure knocking her a bit off kilter and she grit her teeth--teeth that were, for the moment, normal--trying to reassert a steadier rhythm again.
#79
Despite all the evidence before this moment, when she reacted to his plucking her nipple he realised that she was enjoying it in a way he'd never seen her enjoy fucking before. She'd never seemed unhappy before, just distant and, yes, distracted, even when she had the wherewithal to participate.

His thoughts muddled together and wondered if the high was a crutch or if she'd simply been a vampire for so long she'd forgotten. Theo hardly had the presence of mind to answer any of those theoretical questions himself, letting them wander by in his head.

No, he was busy getting his brains fucked out of him slowly, as Asphodel regained the steady pace after she'd driven herself down with a little more force in response to his hands. He wondered if he'd prefer her wild and wanton, going at it with intent, or if this slow torturous pace was more his speed. He thought the latter, extending it all and bringing more longevity to the pleasure than some fast breathless fuck.

Theo's hand squeezed down on her breast, cupped by hers and letting her manipulate it if she wanted. The other hand stopped uselessly grabbing for her hip and slid to cup her bottom, encouraging the motion of her as he matched his thrusts with hers.

His abdomen clenched, muscles tensing and relaxing in turn as he responded to it all. With a wet gasp, he tried to speak.

"You're a b-" he tried, interrupting himself when she clenched around him and he had to take a desperate breath. "You're better at this when you don't look blasted. Can't- can't say I've ever liked that absent fucking look of yours."

His words were strained, but he got them out, hoping she wouldn't find something to take offence at and fucking leave after all this. That was her style.
#80
Pressing forward into the warmth of his hand, she urged him to knead her breast for a little bit, closing her eyes so she could just let each sensation wash over her as she rode him. She liked the slow and steady just as much as he did, the control of the slow roll giving her a nice little power trip, especially when the way he fucked up into her felt a little hungry. She kind of hoped she was frustrating him a little. It should come as no surprise that she had a bit of an oral fixation and after a few moments the vampire lifted his hand to her mouth, to catch his fingers gently between her lips and teeth, tongue laving over the tips.

The observation did have her lifting both eyebrows. She knew, to some degree, that she relied too heavily on base urges these days. At some point, it just got to be old hat, too much work to put on a show and get her high. Up until this very moment, Theo happened to be the unfortunate(?) recipient of some very bad habits. Once, it had been a bit of romance, a bit of fun. Now, the vampire hardly considered her expression a problem when she still provided a fuck... A hole was a hole, right? Rough trade, hah. How annoying he was so right.

Ultimately, despite a vaguely battered ego, she didn't want to stop. Asphodel gasped, mouth dropping open in exaggerated shock. "Is that... a compliment?" She breathed archly, allowing him, for the moment, to guide the movement of her hips. "From Theo Hawkins? For me?" She pressed one hand between her bare breasts, all dramatics.

The look immediately morphed into a wicked smirk, the woman watched him struggle to catch his breath with a regal tilt of her head, a little smug. She too wondered if she was pushing it, although the potentiality of his anger didn't stop the tortuously slow movements of her hips.
#81
What Theo noticed when Asphodel brought his fingers to her mouth was that he couldn't feel any fangs, just blunt human teeth and a soft, wet tongue. So that confirmed, possibly, that she wasn't simply waiting it out until he was fucked out before she fell on his throat again. That could change at the drop of a hat, he knew, but the little sign that she wasn't riding his cock and fantasizing about burying her teeth in his neck made him a measure more tolerant of her.

Who would've imagined feeling like more than a meal would've been a positive thing?

He let out a hoarse, breathless laugh as she feigned shock at the frankly rather pathetic compliment, but didn't have the breath or mind to respond. Pulling his hand back, he slid it down her body as he lost his focus, expression going either pained or pleasured.

It all felt like too much and not enough, the slow pace maintaining the pained pleasure of approaching something more, but not managing to fully tip him over. It could've been the pace, it could've been the terrible day he'd had and everything involved, but he was reaching for something he couldn't quite grab, his gut hot and quivery, the point of pleasure of Asphodel moving above him a very slow tease.

The hand he'd pulled back went to lay flat on her stomach, thumb catching on her bellybutton as he strained, head thudding back on the mattress as he grit his teeth against the feelings.
#82
Theo’s frustration evident, the vampire carefully sat back until he was fully sheathed, but made no further move. She had half a mind to make him beg for it, the idea making her want to reach down and take care of herself but... God, she could hear his thrumming heartbeat. What she would give to feel it in her own chest again...

Without thinking, Asphodel folded over, stretching out across Theo’s chest to press herself close. Her hands slid up his arms, as if she meant to catch and keep his warmth between her fingers. Although his pulse thumped brightly on her senses, she turned her head aside and away from it.

A kiss was pressed to his shoulder, the tip of her tongue flicking out to taste his skin and sweat.
#83
When Asphodel sat back and stopped moving, Theo resisted the urge to groan in honest frustration. That had been the opposite of what he wanted and her little pause made him feel like she was evaluating him from her perch. He cracked his eyes open to look at her, eyes skirting the edges of her body rather than look at her face.

Then she folded over him and he tensed on instinct, thinking now, now she'd show this had all been a distraction and he'd feel her teeth in his neck again. Fucking with his head, because he'd been set to deal with himself, rather than deal with her cunt again. Her hands prompted a shiver from him as she pushed them up his arms, even as he was tensed for an attack. Accepting the inevitable, the hand on her stomach slid to her hip, the hand on her bottom sliding along the curve of it.

But she surprised him, turning her head, a press of lips on the muscle of his shoulder, Theo baffled and aroused. He lost the tension measure by measure, but he remained utterly perplexed. His hands slid from their positions to her lower back, cautious and on-guard.
#84
Rather than break Theo's tenuous hold on her by sitting up again, she took his hands as distant encouragement. Feeling his heart thudding in his chest cavity, she couldn't help squirming hard against him as if trying to collect the vibration into her own lifeless body. Her hands slid up his sides to hook up under his shoulders to splay across his shoulder blades and she closed her eyes to nuzzle her face into his chest. Goddd... Fuck. He was so warm and alive she just wanted to crawl into him and fade.
#85
Rather than their usual habit of ripping each other to shreds with verbal barbs and rough unkind hands, the moment approached an intimacy Theo wanted to shy away from. A rough accusation of... something, would deal with it, a barb delivered to hurt similarly to earlier.

But still on the brink of his own orgasm, Theo couldn't think of anything and even the attempt made something in his chest shrivel. The little glimpse into the misery of her marriage flickered in his mind again and he settled on remaining speechless. Whatever she was doing, he'd let her. He didn't understand, he just knew she didn't have her teeth in him.

So he let her nuzzle into his chest, didn't react to her hands sliding behind his shoulders other then letting them settle. One hand slid down to press onto her ass, the other sliding up to card into her hair, as he decided to move them himself. He rocked his hips, starting a rhythm, closer and a little easier to reach. He aimed to not jostle her free, simply keep their hips moving, reach the climax she'd been teasing out of him before the mood changed in a direction Theo couldn't identify.
#86
The vampire gave a shuddering exhale after she'd managed to smear lipstick across one pectoral and dragged in the scent of his skin. Fingertips pushed into his shoulders, and she groaned at the sensation of his hand in her hair. Then, suddenly, she returned to herself, his thrusting reminding her of what they were doing, why they were here. This wasn't... Anyway.

Back bowing, Asphodel pushed herself upright, eyes hooded and distant, and out of the circle of his arms. Rubbing at the corner of one lip, sure she'd ruined the neat lines around her mouth, she sighed, still trying to drag herself out of whatever the hell that was. Theo wouldn't talk about it, she was sure. Wouldn't ask--how did one even explain that?

Seeing he was struggling, right at the peak, the vampire started to move with a quicker, more effective tempo, leaning back a little to brace one hand on his thigh. The other trailed down her stomach to the fork of her legs, fingers dancing across herself so that she would tighten hard and rhythmically around him. She tilted her head back, a gentle moan escaping her, but she was loathe to look down at him.

Back to business, then.
#87
Asphodel's little moment passed, but a quick glance at her face showed that something was different. She'd... checked out and now she was feeling it, whatever it might've been. The distance in her was uncomfortable for the empath, but he'd dealt with worse, hadn't he? But he preferred her angry to... this.

She went through the motions of sex, sitting up and forcing him to slip his hand out of her hair, but the man with an insight into her head could feel the psychological separation between the act and her mind. Not that high of before, but something somehow worse. Now she was the one not looking at him, where she usually tried to tempt him to look at her face. The tables being turned didn't make Theo feel anything but empty.

In a moment of daring or stupidity, Theo asked, "Where'd you go, just then?" even as his hand slid along her hip, eyes fixed on her hand as it moved on her clit. His voice was quiet, strained, none of the harshness he usually had, but fucking hell, it was difficult when he was so keyed in.

Lord, he hated being an empath, it was so fucking hard to get off when he reacted to every negative shift in emotion.
#88
Eyes flickering open, she looked down at him past her nose. Her movements slowed considerably but didn’t stop—the physical delight remained, the urgent rush for release stalled but not guttered. It registered to her again how good he looked pinned between her and the bed. How could she ignore the way they were tangled up right now?

She couldn’t, she didn’t. She’d simply gone into her own space. She would’ve liked to stay there, in the little maze inside her own head, thinking he was none the wiser. She could give the man his climax, leave, both of them some form of sated. Isn’t that what he wanted?

How did he know?

Further, why did he... care?

Her confusion dawned slowly on her face, followed by the shadow of disbelief. And then the smallest sliver of suspicion.

And yet... well, she didn’t think he would believe her no matter what she said, so. What was the harm in offering the truth?

"Somewhere very nice. Somewhere peaceful." Although she still looked aloof, like him the gentle confession lacked the usual razor edge. A delicate sigh and she looked away, muted. "Somewhere I shouldn’t be going with you."

She was aware that she worked on borrowed time, the moments ticking down to when she would be truly unwelcome. Hence, the distance.
#89
To say he was surprised she went for honesty would've been an understatement, but her self-directed censure wasn't. Expected, even, considering how it generally went between them. Nice and peaceful were not words for them, considering the way Theo often went blind with anger each time she slunk into his life with some pithy remark, all lies and manipulation.

In that same vein, he had little to say in return to her words. She was right, wasn't she? So he gave her a wry smile as his only response.

To distract her from whatever was going on in her head and bleeding into his, he moved his hands, sliding a rough palm up her stomach while the hand on her bottom moved to her hip. Holding her steady with one hand, he attempted to coax her into moving faster again, her slowed movements from his questions only leaving them on-edge. The hand on her stomach moved up to cup her breast again, rough pads skimming over her peaked nipples. He left her hand on her clit alone, figuring she'd get more out of dealing with that herself.

He was so incredibly close, but it was harder tonight than other nights, with everything that'd happened, even with the vampire blood she'd given him.
#90
No words again. What the hell was he smiling about? The bastard. Asphodel’s mute expression hardened into something more familiar, lips pressing into a scowl, brows dipping low. And suddenly it relented into a wry smile of her own.

Right, of course, what could she ever expect to that answer? Dismissal was the best outcome and she’d made the mistake of hoping for more. God, how many times would she make this mistake? There was no way to say, but she had a lot of time to do it.

With a quiet huff of laughter, bit by bit Asphodel stowed the scattered pieces of her mind and turned to enthusiastically obliging the man, seeking distraction.

She wasn’t going to come again, not before he did. He was close enough she could feel the tension of his movements between her inner thighs, feel him twitching inside her. So she left her clit alone and let both hands settle over where his braced her.

Bearing down with her hips, the vampire just allowed herself to respond to his rhythm, the fingers that teased at her nipple coaxing another breathless moan out of her. Despite no longer touching herself, she still squeezed gently around him, aroused by the sight of him climbing to his peak.

And she contemplated what to do about all this? This night was not one she would keep.
#91
It was with some amusement that Theo felt her get annoyed at him for keeping his mouth shut. Then followed the wry smile in return, but he could feel... disappointment underlying. What in the world. Did she want him to say something she could mock and deride?

Theo huffed an incredulous laugh himself, just giving in to the physical and happy to ride the sensations. The emotions always ruined it for him, making him wonder if there was any way to get rid of it. He might miss it, but it would be a relief to not know people's inner thoughts. Something was going on in Asphodel's head, but he gave up trying to interpret the complicated emotional stew and focused on his own, and her, lust.

Once he gave in, stopped letting his brain get in the way, the rush of it all caught him by surprise. Asphodel still clearly engaged, whatever their hiccup was, pushed him the rest of the way, hands clenching down on her as he let out a punched-out and raw groan, sounding almost like he was in pain.

The rush of the orgasm was a relief, after so long trying to get there with distractions and delays. He tensed for the brief period it lasted, before he grew boneless, endorphins rushing for his own personal high.
#92
The moment crashed in quickly and she tensed as well, holding herself steady while he lost himself, and enjoyed the sight with catlike satisfaction. His hands felt nice, gripping at her, clinging to her as he peaked and she couldn’t help gasping herself in response to his noises.

Still moving gently, she carefully drew out the sensation for him and then relaxed when he did. Quid pro quo. Theo had been so kind as to eat her out with such diligence.

The afterglow, without a clinging blood-high, felt full and luxurious. It was... very good. She was loathe to admit that especially when she’d worked herself up to the point where she would very much enjoy another go.

The woman doubted he would allow it, rather expected he’d had quite enough of her—fair’s fair, this was, after all, a game in her favor.

Once more she folded over him, but this time to try and coax him onto his side, at least to mitigate some of the mess when she pulled away. Gravity and the fact that his sheets were so dark made the clean up a little more urgent. Look! She could be considerate!
#93
Theo felt good, loose limbed and cheerful. He was always far more tolerant of anything straight after, hence his rather cheerful attempt at pissing her off after last time, even if it failed spectacularly. It was more pronounced this time, as worn out as he was and safe at home. Well, a given value of safe. His softening cock was still in a vampire.

His hands slid over Asphodel's cool skin, tactile in his afterglow and muzzy, moving easy as she shifted them where she wanted them. Theo wasn't fully aware of the why's, simply moving easily from her manipulations. He was aware enough to know he hadn't felt her come, which struck his floaty mind as something he didn't like.

"Y'want to-" he started, before devolving into a small giggle as he imagined what her reaction would be. "Wanna sit on my face now or are you too good for it?" He laughed a little helplessly.

Lord knew his cock was out for the count, but his mouth worked.
#94
The vampire meant to pull away, find something to care for the mess while he languished but his wandering, grasping hands kept her drawn close. Laying alongside him now, she gingerly placed a hand on his shoulder, before sliding it up to settle it on the side of his neck. His pulse jumped against her palm but still so recently sated, the effort to was too great.

The giggling offer was like a gut-punch, surprising, inviting, and leaving her piqued with arousal. Still, she smirked, baffled. "Oh certainly, Theo. Let me just dribble your mess all over your face." Sarcastic, but there was no bite to it. She lifted an eyebrow although he wouldn’t see. "Did you want me to sit on your face before?"
#95
For once Theo barely reacted to the hand on his neck. He'd expected her to move away, leave him cold - colder? - like he'd done to her, but she didn't. So he'd caught her attention.

"All the same to me," he drawled, head tilted back and eyes closed. A mess was a mess, he'd have dismissed the idea if it wasn't his mess, but really it was just an uninteresting detail that Asphodel used as a barrier. "I'll probably faceplant on your cunt if I try to repeat what I did."

Wandering hands slid up her back, one hand slithering into her hair, idly playing with the strands.

Although... maybe he liked the idea of her walking down with him dripping down her inner thighs more, but he was sure she'd be very offended if he admitted to that.
#96
"Beastly." She hissed. Always, always beastly. Coarse, common. Awfully, inexplicably attractive. She despised him.

But here he was, gathering her close, warm and inviting. Asphodel scowled but didn’t mean it. The hands in her pale hair made her tense and unwind at the same time, enjoying the feeling but surprised.

Lifting her head slightly, she cast around for a clock, noted the hour and paused, poised in consideration.

"I’ll need to leave before sunrise..." She cautiously threw out, looking at his face, his closed eyes. Her own hand slipped past his neck to start carding her fingers through his hair.
#97
Simply chuckling at her accusation, he couldn't deny it. Crude, uncouth, and unapologetic was his wont. He reined it in during the light of day, but Asphodel got the full uncensored version of him, both hateful and lusty.

Perhaps he'd have to examine that later on.

Theo cracked open an eye, craning his neck to get a look at the time. He'd barely been aware of how late it was, not exactly in the right frame of mind to mind the time. He sighed then, turning his head slightly into her hand.

It was hard to tell if her words were to turn his suggestion down or... warn them to hurry?

"Have we been at it for that long," he wondered vaguely, leaving 'it' a vague something they could fill in themselves. Arguing, insulting, driving each other spare, tossing out casual misogyny he'd be ashamed of later.

"Better hop to it," he said, chuckling low and dirty as a hand came down to pat her on the ass.
#98
The ass pat jostled her enough to finally disengage and yes, there was an abominable mess between her thighs. The vampire sighed, but again, there was hardly any heat behind it. Fine, if he wanted to get them absolutely filthy, then so be it. He'd be the one cleaning the sheets, and for her part, Asphodel liked the idea of leaving traces, reminders, of herself around as well. It was a shame her fangs marks simply healed, that some other vampire had left his fucking scars all over the man's neck. She could feel the faint raised scars of another monster's teeth against her skin, on her forearm where it laid across his neck, and God. God.

To her surprise, the savagery it inspired lit a fire in her chest and she needed to make an active effort to push the jealous thoughts away before her jaw cracked out of place.

When did she become such a soft touch for this fucking human? This was trouble but... the decades certainly dulled the lesson of last time.

Shoving such thoughts aside, she gently pushed Theo back onto his back although she stayed in the circle of his arms as she crawled up kneel over his head. Then she crossed her arms for good measure, because why would she let him know she enjoyed this at all? "Alright then, have at it."
#99
The man did wince and grimace a little when he slipped out of her, feeling the mess left there, but the reaction was more for how uncomfortable it was. It was a very brief moment that got overwhelmed by Asphodel's sudden savage feelings, finishing off with... jealousy? Theo didn't get it. Thought it best not to ask.

Asphodel didn't linger on it, at least, actually moving to comply with his flippant fucking invitation. He was shocked, he'd thought she found it entirely distasteful, even if he was the one getting the mess all over himself. So he didn't resist when she pushed him flat, but his eyebrows were raised as he looked at her reorient herself, a little amused twist of his mouth present.

The hand in her hair slid down her back as she moved up, shuffling up to bracket his head with her knees. Even before she was fully there, one hand slipped to her cunt and started lazily fingering her, with the plentiful of mess making it easy. When she crossed her arms over her breasts, Theo snickered, feeling the contrary emotions from her. God forbid the proper lady monster look like she'd enjoy getting eaten out again.

To shut himself up before she got angry again, he fitted his mouth over her clit, urging her to press down. Having at it, as ordered.
She unfurled immediately, fingers diving into his hair, and grit out a curse. Aimed at him, of course, for daring to make her feel good. Thoughts wandering back to more pleasant carnal things, the vampire was already able to see that this was going to become something of a vicious cycle. At least, until sunrise.
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