Dancing continued (Teagan/Celeste) - The House that Sin Built

Despite Teagan's apparent dislike of her blood, the forceful grip on her hips caused her to cry out once more, her arms stretching up above her, fingers half burying themselves into the sand. Her body moved as gracefully as when she had been dancing, writhing in the sand beneath the two predators.

"Luke..." Teagan said her voice ringing with authority, getting his attention once more, "Slow down, she won't last long this way." Teagan continued to cup the girls mound not moving to offer her pleasure. She would be granted pleasure once more once she had earned it.

Luke looked up from his feeding and growled. His beast peeking through from beneath his beautiful veneer. His eyes were hungry, lust filled and utterly insane. He was a blur of motion grabbing for Teanans throat again and attempting to slam her into the sand once more. If she would deny his pleasure she would be his pleasure and he would take what he wanted from the beautiful gangrel. He was as she preferred him wild and with out bounds or rules.

If he could pin her he would wrestle with her till he could tear her free of her pants and leave her as naked as the bleeding ghoul. He hissed his lust filled rage as he went about it. Her command had made him mad and in his anger he had forgotten Celeste again instead focusing on his love and his desire to hurt her.

The other woman was completely forgotten as Teagan writhed beneath Lukes attentions. This was exactly how she liked him, violence and pain, with a snarl she snapped at him, and raked her fingernails across his shirt ripping it from his body. Now they were all naked. He was stronger then she was, but she fought him still, something he seemed to not be able to live with out, her constant resistance to his attentions.

The lovely ghoul slithered her way out from underneath the two, slowly crawling towards the water in the sand - providing it was allowed.

Luke would have likely interrupted the ghouls escaped had he not been distracted. But he was distracted as Teagan had intended and as he ran one hand across the gangrels beautiful body the other gripped her throat with out mercy.

He snarled and lowered her lips to hers. Nipping and biting hard enough to draw blood as he did. He was hers true. but not to command and her attempt to do so had him distracted as he asserted himself.

She continued moving, her body moving like that of a cat as she allowed her knees to drag through the sand. Her intentions were unclear, though she didn't bother to glance backwards.

Teagan's teeth dug into his flesh with a brutal bite, as she began to drink slowly from his flesh. One hand ran across his flesh caressing him almost lovingly before it balled into a fist and she punched him in the side. Legs spread she took him between her thighs roughly brushing against him before she pressed her legs to either sides of his hips and wrenched them around, attempting to put herself on top.

He gasped at her bite, shuddered at her caress and grunted at her punch. He allowed her to roll him over so he could return the favor and strike her in her kidneys with a forceful blow that would have been much worst if she still used her kidneys. His own fangs sank into her collar as he was unwilling to let her kill him tonight. as he began to feed he stroked her back, moving his hands to her waist he lifted her onto him. impaling her as they shared one another's blood deepening their mutual addiction.

If at any point the lust driven pair were to look for their companion, she was no where to be seen. Vanished, it would seem, from her spot in the sand - still a few yards from the water.

She snarled as he punched her back. As he lifted her hips she shifted to oblige, then clenching every muscle slowly forced herself onto him with the tightest grip on his member possible. Fingers clenched his flesh with enough strength to leave bruises. Every action said, you.. are.. mine.

His bruising grip echoed hers as the ghoul made good her escape as the depraved lovers distracted one another. He growled and groaned as she sunk slowly on to him relishing the feeling of her tense tightness as it squeezed and locked on his hardness.

There was someone else? There was anyone else? Teagan was lost in Luke in a way that was almost scary. Grinding her hips against his in a violent fashion, she lowered herself to brush her skin along his in a rough and angry fashion, like she was marking him as hers. Their love was violence, their passion was anger. It would looking on be hard to tell if they were fucking, or trying to kill one another. After so many years the line between the two actions became a little blurred for those in the act as well.

He gave a feral growl around a mouthful of his lady love. His eyes slide shut and the only thing in the world that matter as that he had Teagan in his arms. Arms that wrapped around her and held her close as she rubbed her self against them and ground her hips against his. Arms that squeeze and crushed with force that would shatter a normal mortals ribs and spin.

He moved with her. Their bodies crashing together like waves as they gave each other pleasure and pain in equal measures.

Sitting up she looked down at him with equal parts love and hatred in her gaze. Teagan raised her hands so that Luke could watch as her claws began to grow. Slowly Teagan began sliding her claws over her own flesh, just hard enough to leave marks at first, shuddering as she did so. Then her hands lowered to his chest, where they repeated the same motions, just hard enough to be this side of pain, with out actually breaking the skin. Her hips had slowed, but didn't stop, as she watched his reactions to her threats of violence.

He watched her claws grow. Staring with rapted awe as his hands left her body to caress her now lethal hands. His hands shadowed her every movement as his hips moved in time with hers. A low growl rumbling out of him the blended with a gasp and moan as she clawed him. His beast roamed inches from the surface as the wonderous pain rolled through him

A low rumbling laugh rolled through her that mixed with her growl of want and need. Some day she might just have to teach him how to make his own claws grow. A shiver moved through her at the thought, causing her hips to undulate in an uncontrolled spasm of lust. Eyes closed as she whimpered, her clawed hands just digging into his flesh, enough to barely break the skin, she was restraining herself, but just barely. The urge to rake her claws through his flesh was just there, her eyes opened as she looked down into his once more, he could read her desire plainly there.

And it was the blood lust in her eyes that finally tipped the scales. He blurred once more. Using his crushing strength he rolled them both. Remaining buried deep with in her as he slammed her on to her back in the sand. Snarling with the pain of her claws he seized her hips, lifting them from the ground as he buried his face into her neck and his fangs into her collar and began driving into her with bone shattering force.

Her laughter didn't stop as they switched positions, it just transitioned into a growl of satisfaction, pushing Luke to be his own true honest self. Not the pretty face he wore for others, but this creature of violence and lust, that only she got to see. This monster was her lover, this creature who took what he wanted, from her with out asking, this was what she loved. Not his pretty face, or his sarcasm, or shiny personality, but the dark side of him that matched her own.

Her claws traced around his ribs to his back, and one hand raked down his back, drawing thin lines across his skin, just causing him to bleed for her. The smell of his blood laced the air as moaned leaning forward to lick where she had cut his chest, her tongue lapping at the wound she had caused before her fangs descended into his chest. Her hips held in Luke's powerful hands rolled upwards meeting him thrust for grinding thrust.

The last bit of pain was all he needed from her to finally truly drag her lover out of the spoiled Toreador it normally resided in. With a snarling, feral growl he fell to frenzy. Seizing tight hold of his beast as he rode the wave. He was invincible now, He knew no pain or fear and only want. His grip tightened on her slim waist till the sound of cracking bone could be heard. His hips crashed into hers with greater and greater force as his feeding be came more frantic and forceful. Him drinking down his lover in great greedy droughts.

She pulled her fangs from his flesh, blood glistening across her fangs and lips as she moaned and cried out in pain, in pleasure. Tonight she would test him, as she often did, would he drink it all? Her head fall back against the sand her dark hair splayed beneath her, his fangs at her neck causing her to writhe, which only made the pain worse. The better to delight her if truth be told. Golden yellow eyes rolled back into her head as he drank and drank.

"Luke..." she whispered a loving tone to her voice threatened to bleed through around the pain and pleasure, her claws receded her fingers clutching him to her as he did his worst to her.

As was often the case she would never get her answer. Her total surrender to his fangs had the reaction it almost always did. He drank a few moments longer his hips colliding with hers faster and harder before finally sinking into her as deeply as he could go as his head tore away from her neck and he roared his climax to the night air like some sort of wild beast.

As he pulled his teeth from her flesh she sunk hers back into his, seeking to make his climax last longer. Seeking to prolong his time of being out of control and at her mercy. Her own body, throbbed violently around him, as she crushed him to her, and she drank deeply. Delighting in the feeding, delighting in the sense of control she had right now, and delighting in him, inside her throbbing.

It was a long long moment before he came down. Her feeding and spasming body had held him at his peek almost painfully long. His hips pressed firmly against hers as he twitched and jumped slightly as wave after wave rolled through him. Eventually it passed though and he collapsed down onto her. Still buried deeply and shifting slight to ensure her continued discomfort from her temporarily broken hips.

Well they had been broken, but as he attempted to cause her more discomfort it would seem that his blood that she was still drinking had been burned to heal the injury. She moaned for him anyway, around his skin in her mouth, which she bit down harder on his skin before pulling her fangs from his flesh and pushing him off of her with a sated growl.