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

"actions convey ideas so much clear then words some times." He said in a sultry voice as he watched the women exciting one another. He drew closer sliding onto the counter beside his beautiful guest. "we have spoken enough. Take what you want. That is how my house works. Take what ever pleasure you desire." He reached out and brushed one hand across Rai's cheek and the other across Rens if they allowed.

Ren's gaze was focused on Rai, the pressure on her throat stopping all but the tiniest of sounds. Sure footed as ever she backed toward the counter, not that she had much choice with Rai guiding her in such a way. Still her hand stayed between them, brushing, and scratching, and teasing.

She didn't move to stop him as his hand brushed over her cheek. Her head tilted, instead, to gain just a little more of his touch. One of her legs came up, to give Ren better access for her scratching of the blonde's thighs. When she spoke, her voice sounded amused.

"You are entirely too kind, Luke. And entirely too gentle."

The hand around Ren's throat eased, pulling her touch away from the Brujah. It went to the front of her dress, dipping just below the collar of the fabric. While she was careful to not rip the dress... it would have been pathetically easy... she pulled it down roughly, exposing Ren's breasts to the air, unless she wore a bra. If she did, that was pulled down and aside, too.

He growled again softly seeming at war with himself over something.

"Yes that has always been a failing of mine" His eyes said that was a lie. The battle raged on behind those deep brown eyes of his. "I suppose I may just have a gentle soul." He should be careful with such bold lies. lighting might actually strike him.

"I could try to be less......Kind. For my guest sake. But what is the limit of such cruelty? what sort of beast would I have to be to wish to harm such beautiful women?" Most likely the beast he was. she was tempting him and the mask as beginning to slip as the counter he set on cracked under the force of his had closing around hit in an attempt to look casual.

There was no bra beneath the dress, just a lovely pale mound of flesh with an incredibly sensitive and tender nipple. It was already quite pink and pert, a sure sign that the Brujah was already quite turned on. The cool air seemed only to increase her excitement. Her gaze moved from Rai to Luke. One hand slipped out from between the two women. Grasping his wrist, she pulled his hand up to her mouth. First she gave his knuckles a soft kiss, her gaze on his face, watching his every reaction. Slowly and sensuously she took his index finger into her mouth. Sucking lightly she began to slide her lips up and down the length, a hint of what she might be willing to do...or perhaps could be forced to do, should that please him more. After several long lingering moments, she pulled his finger out of her mouth, dragging it down her chin, then her throat, until it finally settled on her exposed breast. "Rai knows my limits." She said softly, as she squeezed his hand against her breast with a bit more force than was likely necessary. The offer was clear...hurting her was most certainly on the menu.

His hand closed around her breast tightly. With much much more strengthen then those of his family normally possessed. His look was haunted. A man at war with himself as her nipple rubbed against the palm of his hand

Primarily, she was amused. Or she seemed to be amused, sliding just a little out of the way to make room for Luke if he wanted to join the two of them. She watched with approval as Ren used her excessively talented mouth to tease the Toreador, a small hint of pride showing in the set of her jaw and the glint of her eye. Her hands weren't idle, though. She slid her hands down to Ren's waist, one hand sliding over the Brujah's back to cause it to arch, even harder, into the hand of the Toreador that she had brought to her breast. The other, though, slipped upward again, giving the pert, pink nipple a sharp pinch, then rolled the sensitive flesh... she really did know how sensitive that Ren's breasts were... between her thumb and forefinger.

She smiled at Ren, then over to Luke. "My toy, you see. I object to my toys getting broken. Don't worry, she knows my breaking point, too. If things get out of hand, one of us can stop you."

The woman literally had no fear at all that she couldn't stop him. And she had no fear that Ren couldn't stop him. It wasn't insulting; she just knew herself, and the lengths that she would go to for Ren. And the lengths that Ren would go to for her. That, and, well, there was furniture around. Worse comes to worst, they'd buy him a new chair if they needed to stake him.

The first of what was sure to be many cries filled the room as Rai began to torment that already aching bit of flesh. The arch of her back did serve to press her breast more firmly into the Toreador's hand. It wasn't a true offer, more a reaction, but then that hardly mattered, now did it...

He was done arguing. Done fighting. He never had a chance to begin with. His free arm slipped behind Ren's waist pulling her a little closer but not in a way that snatcher her from Rai as he began to squeeze and grope her breast with firm and strong hand. He looked over to Rai and smiled a little his dark eyes blazing "I do believe we are a bit over dressed for this occasion."

Her own eyes matched his, dark and full of heat, her brow lifted curiously.

"We are, or she is?"

He turned to her as his hand slide across Ren's breast till only her nipple remained caught, which he gave a steady tug between his index finger and thumb.

"Yes" was his only reply to her question

She felt trapped between them, their hands and gazes free to roam over her as they pleased. She tried to remain still, but the urge to writhe and squirm was getting the best of her. Her back arched and relaxed forcing her chest up and down and her hips in and out. It was a lovely dance performed for a very select audience. The pinch to her nipple was thrilling. Her eyes closed, her lips parted as she gasped at the sudden sensation.

Her lips turned upward in a playful smirk.

"Sounds like a problem. Her being overdressed, I can rectify quite easily."

She continued to roll the tender flesh of Ren's nipple between her fingers, though she was more than happy to let the Brujah squirm. For now, anyway.

"I'm not quite as easy. You might have to put a little bit of... oomph... into it."

that got his attention. He turned his lustful dark eyes on her as he released Ren's abused nipple and snaked the arm behind Rai's neck, tangling his fingers in her hair.

"What if I asked especially nicely?" He breath at her as his hand closed into a fist in her hair pulling her hair back "Like please Rai, your wearing to many clothes" He whispered the request, demand as he pulled a fist of her dark lock. They had poked and tempted and he was finally out of his box, it remained to be seen f they truly liked him there.

She obviously enjoyed the touch. The grip in her hair and the way he dragged her head back. But his hand had come away from Ren's nipple, and that just wouldn't do. Would not do. Not at all. She reached both hands toward the Brujah's beautiful breasts, making sure that both nipples got the same treatment, the light tugs and the sharper pinches that accompanied the rolling of the pink flesh between her fingers.

Her eyes went to Luke, though. There was a challenge, a defiance, in the look that she gave him. In spite of the way she shivered as his fist tightened, she sucked in a sharp breath, a little sound of pleasure, but licked her lips and shook her head. Her quiet whisper was a challenge in and of itself, but the look was there, and she was unafraid. In fact, it seemed to only make her arch into Ren's hand at her thigh, pulling her own hair just a little harder.

"...Make me."

"Make is such a... forceful word" He said in a hot low voice as he twisted his hand slightly capturing more of the breathtaking blonde's hair and pulling her head back more firmly and slightly to the side so she leaned more toward him. That spark of willing defiance was the last nudge he needed. that daring 'catch me if you can' that always so enticed him could never be refused.

He leaned forward across her, lowering his mouth to the side of her neck opposite where he stood. His lips touched the base of her neck where it meet her shoulder and kissed the spot sweetly, gently. Then he began to slowly drag his fangs up her throat from there , scraping across her pale skin with slight and ever increasing pressure till he was just barely not breaking skin as he reached her jaw and offered her cheek another soft kiss similar to what he had placed at her collar.

"Surely there is some room for persuasion." He whispered softly into her ear in a low sultry voice.

'Make me'...

Those two little words, though they were not spoken to her, made her twitch and tremble with excitement. Turning her head so she could watch them, she bit her lower lip to keep silent as the pair looked prepared to play a little rough with one another.

The continued teasing of those tender bits of flesh had her nearly aching with desire. She strugled to remain where she was, to simply watch as they had a little fun of their own. It was no small task.

She gasped, a soft little sound escaping from her slightly parted lips as her head was bent and turned. She shivered when she felt his lips at her shoulder, a low, quiet moan coming from her at the feel of his fangs scraping against her. She still had that dangerous look in her eye, but she was by no means forgetting the Brujah in front of her.

As she was pulled back against Luke, she was pulling Ren toward her. She listened to his voice, but her eyes were locked on the Brujah that she was bringing ever-closer. But she shook her head, the challenge still there.

"While that feels incredible, I am still going to have to say no. If I wanted to be... persuaded... I wouldn't be here."

A side step brought him around Rai so that he was no longer interposed between them. The hand that had been resting this entire time lightly on Rens elbow slipped off and drifted to her waist where he let it explore the swell of her hip before his fingers bunched and began hiking her short skirt up her shapely lower half.

Meanwhile he nuzzled Rai's neck chuckling a deep and wicked chuckle at her response. "Say yes or know as you like, all I ask is that your naked as your saying it" His hand released her hair bored of pulling it for the moment, the extremity glided across her shoulder and down to her chest. Wrapping around her breast he squeezed firmly with enough strength to make just before or perhaps just pass the line of painful. He began working his way back down her throat nipping and biting as he did.

She was, for the moment, compliant as she was pulled towards them. As Luke's fingers found the skin of her thigh and then her hip she moaned softly. The higher he went, the more obvious it became that she wasn't wearing anything under the dress at all.

The release of her hair and the nuzzle against her throat made her growl. She didn't seem to mind the way he tugged Ren's dress, or the fact that he seemed to be occupied by her throat. She wasn't ignoring him, she was just... something flashed in her eyes, and one of her hands came up, wrapping lightly around his throat. It wasn't a threat, or even a promise, it was making a point.

"I don't think you understand."

She didn't sound upset by it. She wasn't angry or upset at all. It was part of the challenge, that look of defiance in her eyes and on her face as she made absolutely no move to help him either remove Ren's clothing or her own. But her back did arch, into the painfully gripping fingers that were at her breast. She didn't whimper, didn't sigh, and most certainly didn't pull away from him.

His nibbling became biting as she grabbed him and the biting was nothing that could be mistake for gentle. He came close to drawing blood with the sudden bite. He hand squeezed harder still on her firm breast and low growl rumbled out of him.

His hand on Rens bare flank his hand roughly grouping her smooth skin and pulling her closer to Rai and thus himself.

A wicked grin spread across her face as she reached up, her fingers sliding underneath his chin and up around his jaw. With painful force, she was a Brujah after all, she squeezed until his jaw released. In a sudden flury of movement she linked her foot behind Rai's leg and with a practiced hip flip, took her solidly down to the floor. There was nothing gentle about the action. She gave the woman a feral smile. She would most certainly pay for the act later, but for now, she took a moment to be in charge. Straddling Ra'idah, knees locked to her sides to keep her from escaping, Ren simply reached down and tore her shirt off over her head. "You're doing it wrong." She'd likely pay for that as well. "This is how she wants it." She let her nails scrape painfully over Rai's exposed flesh.

His teeth on her throat caused her to growl even louder. The fingers at his throat tightened, again, just sending that message. She didn't protest, arching her back to press her breast even more into his hands...

...And she found herself on the floor. Oh, Ren would definitely pay for that one later, said the look in her eye and on her face. But down she was, finding herself pinned and her shirt being ripped forcefully over her head. Her back bent, her head falling back as her chest came up off of the floor, and a long, pleased moan escaped before she could stop it at the feel of the Brujah's painful nails against her exposed flesh. In one swift move, Ren had her trembling, her eyes finally falling shut in pleasure.

They made such a stunning sight the two beautiful kindred so entwined that Luke felt the curse of his blood threatening. This tongue flicked languidly across his fangs as he watched Ren assert herself to give Rai the abuse she wanted with rapt attention.

He then slowly knelt beside the prone women and smiled looking Ren in the eyes and laid his finger tips against the base of Rai's toned stomach.

"I see. well" He said in a low silken voice as he began dragging his nails up Rai's torso in one slow painful scratch. Across her stomach and up between her breast, hooking around to claw up and across her right breast snagging scrapping her nipple "I will have to see what I can do to rectify my error"

He was tired of talking. With his other hand he reached out to grab for Rens hair, pulling her lips forcefully to his if he is able to get a hold of her in a hungry demanding kiss.