How many black birds were baked in the pie? - The House that Sin Built

Ren entered the kitchen in time to hear Rai's request. She was rather curious herself.

Mayhap she did, mayhap she didn't. But the thing that seemed to come from... nowhere... appeared in her hand and she smiled. Again, it wasn't a nice smile, and she gave Ren another glance as she opened the freezer with that sly, wicked grin. It really had come from nowhere, too, as she had no pockets that were immediately visible.

She tilted her head in pleased acknowledgment and moved toward the stove. "Making pie should give that plenty of time."

That was sudden and unexpected. Rai was something special it seemed and his eyes seemed to track her now. He was fond of Ren yes but there was something in Rai and the knife had caught his attention to it. She could perhaps answer that darker call in him if she was so inclined. He held all comment to himself. waiting to see instead how things developed.

Ren's gaze followed the blade. Her lips parted slightly, as soft sound born of both fear and desire flittered past them. She glanced from the blade, to Rai, to Luke - something different glinted in those stormy grey orbs.

She was already looking over the ingredients for the pie, an almost... disinterested?... look on her pretty face. She was perceptive, though, as one would expect from the Sheriff of a city, and most especially, a powerful Sheriff. She was glancing through the cookware and the minor explosion that had happened in his kitchen... Kindred who couldn't eat really did have adorable habits in the kitchen... and one brow arched upward, though she didn't turn to look at either of them.

"If you have a question or a desire, I suggest speaking it aloud, little one."

Anyone's guess what she meant by that. But it was clear by her tone that she spoke to the Brujah. The words 'little one' didn't seem in the least to be insulting, but instead, carried a note of affection. As though she used the term often, and this was just an unfamiliar situation now and so she used the affectionate nickname to put someone at ease. Everything was fine, everything was okay. And so long as she remained, it would stay fine and okay.

The kitchen was a special sort of dishevled as Luke leaned back to watch the interplay between the beautiful keeper and the mesmerizing sheriff. He didn't interfer instead he merelt watched.

The affectionate term made her smile. She relaxed a little as she moved closer to the Sheriff. She took one of the blonde's strong hands in both of hers. Bringing it up to her lips she let her teeth scrape lightly over Rai's knuckles as she peered almost teasingly at Luke over the pale skin of the Sheriff's hand. A soft kiss followed. "Nothing yet." Her voice had taken on a soft, sultry quality. "I was just enjoying the sight of your blade." Again, her gaze flickered toward Luke, her desire was unmistakable.

She smiled as she felt Ren's teeth scraping over her knuckles. Her eyes narrowed, but in pleasure, or rather, the anticipation of pleasure. Ren kissed her hand, and it turned, just enough so that she could brush those knuckles across the Brujah's cheek. Finally, her craving, her need, had been fulfilled. Partially, anyway.

"You just want me to use it on you," she murmured, almost to herself, though neither Kindred in the room had any problem hearing her. Her thumb came forward, brushing lightly over Ren's bottom lip. Though her voice did lift in pitch just a bit, her head turning to look toward the Toreador.

"Or would you rather it be you?"

"I would never want to rob Ren of her pleasure. Besides I have always been terrible at submitting"

Again, she flashed him that grin. Her hands, though, hadn't left Ren's face, cupping her chin lightly while with her free hand, a very gentle fingertip trailed a line down her throat.

"I didn't ask you to submit to me."

He didnt respond instead he looked at Rai as something dark fought in his eyes. Pain, violence and blood. Those were the most intimates of intimates to the inhumane Toreador. He felt a stirring he normally felt only for on other woman and shied away from the feeling.

turning back to focus on the chaos that his kitchen had become he relocated the recipe book he had purchased and began reading the instructions for the pie if for nothing else to have something to occupy his mind other then the beautiful women.

Ren was watching him closely, watching his expression, his body language. Her head tilted perfectly at the angle Ra'idah had chosen. She was shivering as that single finger teased her throat. One of her hands reached back to clutch at Rai's thigh. When he turned toward the book she smiled playfully. Her other hand reaching out so that her finger could run slowly down his back.

He shivered at her touch and a deep and hungry growl escaped him. He became down right scholarly in his study of the recipe once the feeling had passed. They were tempting him, which normally was fine but they were not tempting him to the normal lust he felt for anything beautiful. They were beginning to tempt his darker nature. The part he did not normally share.

Because he was studying the book so intently, she spoke quietly. It was a murmur, really, leaning forward to scrape her teeth lightly over Ren's now-exposed throat, her thigh moving so that Ren could continue to touch her. She growled, a soft little sound of mounting desire when the Brujah's fingers found her sensitive flesh, but at least she was polite enough to address Luke. His house. It actually meant something to her.

"I can go, if you like."

He turned and faced her. His alien eyes bright with undisguised desire.

"No, I dont believe I would like that at all. You asked me a question. Id ask you the same. What exactly do you think will happen here to night. Much like you I would also not like to give offence."

He didnt growl but every thing about his manner said he should be. His dark eyes looked with her light eyes. Hungry eyes that yawned like the abyss ever yearning and never filled.

The feel of teeth against her always sensitive flesh made her groan. She tried to contain it, but it was a wasted effort.

As luke turned, Ren felt herself caught between them, it caused her to shiver almost violently. She clutched at Rai's leg, her nails digging in just enough to make their presence known.

She had no trouble meeting Luke's eyes. To be honest, something completely different had come over the Sheriff, though it had taken some time for her confidence to return. Unfamiliar situations tended to do that to a person, and adding in an unknown quantity could make confidence turn to shyness. Her hand gently closed around Ren's throat, not quite hindering her speaking, not yet. Just the slight pressure as she let the Brujah feel her fingers against her flesh.

Her thigh moved again, offering more of it to the Brujah as she gripped, that soft growl coming from her again as she felt the nails making themselves known. Still, she smiled, and it was almost...playful?

"What I expect to happen," she said, in a musing sort of tone. "What I expect to happen is that I will take this beautiful little girl here, make her shiver and moan and beg. And once she has started screaming and begging, I intend to truly start teasing her. Being that I lack certain necessary parts of the human anatomy to do everything I wish, my blade will be used in a variety of ways that make her both moan and scream, in equal measure."

Her head tilted, and she gave Ren a smile.

"And if she's a good girl, I might let her return the favor."

"And I shall cheer and offer helpful commentary?" He mused with a sinful smirk.

Her smirk was just as playful, even a little bit wicked.

"That depends entirely on the level of involvement you wish to have. I wouldn't want to volunteer you for something you did not wish to do."

The tightening of the hand on her throat made her eyes flutter shut. It wasn't as if breathing was necessary, however the pressure was wonderful. She sighed softly, as her back arched pressing her breasts up and out. One might think she was almost offering them to Luke.

Her nails scraped lightly up and down Rai's silky thigh as she listened to what the other woman planned to do with her. She twitched and trembled beautifully, a combination of fear and desire mixing beautifully on her face.

one look at Ren's face and his fangs dropped, a soft hiss escaping him as it did.

"Level of involvement? sounds almost like you have a pyramid scheme in mind. What do you want. I know what I want. Tell me if the world was a place with out rules what would you envision happening here"

She tilted her head as she smiled at Luke. And then she shook her head, the blonde curls bouncing with the movement. The fingers at Ren's throat tightened.

"What I want? Oh, several things, not the least of which is to enjoy this pretty little pet. I can honestly say that to enjoy you in much the same fashion as I intend to enjoy her has its appeals, but to enjoy you also teasing and tormenting her is quite enticing. There's always the tipping and flipping of scales that can also be quite fun, so quite honestly, Luke, what I truly want is to just enjoy myself. In whatever situation arises. There are so many options, so many choices, and each and every one of them has appeal beyond belief."

She lifted her leg, an offering to Ren as she trailed her nails up and down the sensitive, silken flesh of her thigh. She smiled, leaning forward to brush her lips lightly over Ren's, before she turned to meet his eyes.

"Why don't you tell me what it is that you want, Luke? Her safety is my responsibility, after all, and I make it a habit to look out for my pets."

Her soft sounds were being cut off by the ever increasing pressure on her throat. As her eyes opened she caught sight of Luke's wonderful fangs. The memory had her nearly writhing and she'd barely even been touched yet.

She let her other hand drift down to find the the Sheriff's other thigh. Both hands began to scrape up and down.

He looked at Ren remembering his fangs in her throat. A low growl rumbled out of him as he moved across the kitchen to join them both again.

"I want you" he said in a low voice looking Rai in the eys. And then he turned to Ren "and I want you" his eyes bored into hers memories of their time together flashing in his eyes.

She growled again, the fingers tightening at Ren's throat just enough to cause her a little trouble speaking, pressing the Brujah back across the floor and toward the countertop. The feel of both of her hands against the blonde woman's thighs was enough to have her growling in pleasure, though it was to Luke that she spoke.

"You want me. What do you want from me, Luke? That's not very descriptive."

Her eyes, though, were burning into Ren's. It was barely-contained passion, really, and her voice was thick with it.