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

She didnt react one way or another as she was lowered onto him, though as his hips neared hers and they touched he could feel her excitement, her readiness. She was more focused on drinking in his Vitae, her body trembling as his blood coursed through her.

Teagan watched, but her eyes took on a cold anger calculating anger. The look a huntress gets when she is thinking about a sure and swift death. The wound in her hand slowly healed, and her nails grew into long wicked claws at her sides. The air became heady, scented with violence.

The girls continued to flow over and around her oblivious to what all else was transpiring so caught up in their desire as they were. But Teagan simply watched, her eyes not on Celeste, but on Luke, as he did something that was theirs with someone else. Not that it was the first time, and not that it would be the last, but such actions normally would lead to only one thing... and he knew it.

He was an animal lost in a feeding frenzy. He was oblivious to his loves anger or it's cause. There was only sex blood and death. He gripped the ghoul to him, impaled on his sex, warm alive inviting. His fangs found her bare shoulder and he began to drink. Not in sips but in gulps. Great thirsty mouthfuls. A heady and dangerous drinking that knew no restraint or thought. If nothing interceeded it seemed likely in his thoughtless bloodlust he would drain her as dry as he had the youth. But that had not happened.....not yet.

Another moan escaped, thick with lust as she satisfied her hunger - her desire for his blood. Pretty green eyes opened, drifting upwards to seek out Teagan - a seductive, challenging gaze resting on the gorgeous predator's face.

Such a delicate position Teagan was placed in. A complex web that she needed to unweave, and quickly before Luke drained the pretty little ghoul dry. Simple naive little girl, thinking to try and challenge Teagan. She could care less who Luke was fucking, her anger was over something far more personal. Teagan pushed that anger aside with the help of Lukes blood pumping through her veins. Teagan had decided what she needed to do. Standing she tore the throat out of one of the girls, dragging the other across the space between her and Luke. Attempting to gain his attention with her brutal actions as she hissed a feral sound. Her gaze only for her lover as she put on a show of slowly raking her claws along the girls sweet flesh. Her blood pouring between Teagans claws. A seductive heat in Teagans eyes inviting Luke to come play with her as she did some thing she never did and began to slowly back away offering her lover something to chase, something far tastier then the little pet in his arms

From the sounds the girl made it seemed likely she would never know how close she came. Blood sweated from Luke's skin covering his smooth white flesh with a sheen of crimson as he gorged himself. But his gluttony was a show, a show to arouse the woman he had unknowingly angered through a demonstration of his sensual brutality.

The cries of anguish called his attention and he looked up from his feeding his arm wrapped around Celeste like a steel bar to watch his love do something new. There was nothing in him human at all in this moment and as his addiction looked at him hotly he found himself curious as to her game and desperate for her blood with a want that had nothing to do with substance.

Teagan saved the ghouls life then. As opposed to spending any more time hungrily guzzling the sexy red head he instead dismissively tossed her away and began to stalk hungrily toward the center of his universe.

She fell to the sand, lightheaded, as she was released, her breathing heavy. With rapt intrigue she watched as Luke approached Teagan, eyeing the woman with a certain appreciation and frustration.

Perhaps it was her nature, perhaps it was the relief that her lovers life was no longer indanger. Teagan never would know, perhaps it was the way he tossed the red head to the side like a toy he had grown bored with. In that moment, her claws slick with the young girls blood, her anger washed away. A predatory smile captured her lips, this was a new game. She wasn't being submissive, but was eluding him. Teagans claws made slow work of shredding her victims skin. Her feet pulling her away from Luke circling him, not letting him come and play just yet.

The cries and sobs of the doomed girl could be slow jazz at a candle lit dinner for the affect it had on the moment between the twisted lovers. He seemed to move in time with her begging like it was music. He danced after his lover letting her evade him as he came. His body perfectly in sync with all the death about him. The gentle desperate cries, the soft gurgle of a death by neck wound. This was flowers and candies. This was the little extra couples were suppose to do to express their love. This was what made her perfect.

She could have been a Toreador, entranced by the wicked dance in which they moved, together though they were still apart. Wiping the sand from her hair absently, she sat up in the sand - this time watching rather than crawling away again.

Her fingers sink into the wounds, claws slowly retract as she pauses, then holding her hand out for her lover to taste her victims life blood. As he approached she danced away, then smiled as she closed the distance. That way it was her giving him a taste versus him taking it.

Blood continued to swear out of him as he reached her. His lips lowering to her fingers as he lovingly lapped away the life blood of her victim.

As they backed away from the fire, she followed them at a distance, hungry eyes on Teagan. She had tasted the Toreador, but now she wanted more.

As he licked her fingers she allowed her victims body to fall to the ground, her arms found his neck and she stepped forward against him, sinking her fangs into his neck, in one swift brutal bite. Where she began to drink from him, hungry for ask that he had to offer as she rolled her self against him covering both of their naked flesh with the blood of their victims sweating from his pores.

He held her tightly as she feed from him. His arms wrapped around her with bone crushing strength as her pulled his lover to the ground beside the cooling corpse and roughly entered her in one sudden motion. This was the moment this had all be building toward, them locked in their bloody embrace as she drank him down and the coupled among the dead and dying. This was love.

She watched and followed as they moved as one, trying to stay silent. A soft whimper escaped her lips - not of fear, or disgust, though - one of desire, an excited sound she was unable to hold back as she watched the two.

Teagan rolled them so that she was on top. Her hips rocking against him, her fangs in his throat. She drank him down, slowly and her eyes raised up to Celeste. She let every emotion drain from her gaze till all that was left was the cold hard protective predator. Teagans eyes said run while you still can.

She froze in the middle of crawling after them, then began backing up, still on her hands and knees. Her gaze was appreciative of Teagan, and submissive - the sort of gaze that recognized Teagan as the predator, and Luke as hers and hers alone.

The ghoul, as she continued inchong backwards on all fours, made it clear with her body language and the emotjons reflected in her eyes that she was fully submissive to Teagan's wishes - even if that was for her to leave.

Luke was lost in his love completely oblivious to the interplay between the two women. Her blood drenched body against his was all that registered her sex clinging tightly to his as they rocked together the only thing that mattered.

Teagan continued to drink Luke in, slow sips, she wasn't a glutton like her lover was. Her hips slapped violently against his. Though her gaze remained on Celeste. Head slowly tips to the side at the ghouls reaction, but she continues to feed. Her demeanor remains cold, but the threat slowly seeps from her gaze, like a large cat with a kill, her gaze that of tolerance at Celeste sitting to the side and waiting for Teagan's leavings.

As the immediate threat left Teagan's gaze, she slowed her crawling a bit more, before stopping completely. There in the sand she bent down, one arm crossed over the other with her chin rested on it, perfect round ass high in the air, almost like a waiting feline.

A low deep savage growl was all the warning he gave as he fell to his beast. It rising to claim the lover it only grudgingly shared with the owner of the body it inhabited. He bit down on Teagans shoulder with enough force to crack the her collar bone as blood flooded its muscles and in a blur it flipped them. Slamming its lover into the sand hard enough to produce a small cloud.

It began to take her in earnest then. Hard, fast vicious thrust as it clung to and clawed at her beautiful form. He was unleashed and unrestrained her natural resilience allowing her to stand up to the abuse that made her love him. Had she been mortal the sudden change in their already rough play would have surely killed her. It snarled and growled as he ravaged her making plain that she was as much his beast's as she was his.

Teagan rolled with him purring and growling and hissing beneath him. Again their "love making" looked more like a fight. What with the scratching, and the punching and the hitting, and the slapping and biting. All of which she seemed to love as she cried out, drinking heavily from him as he began to gulp from her. Celeste was lost to them yet again, for her sake a part of Teagan hoped she would leave, if for no other reason then the fact that she wouldn't always be around and Luke always broke his toys. Well assuming Teagan didn't break them first as punishment for some crime or another her lover had committed.

Again, she began to back away, forgotten by the two of them for the time being. She headed towards the water, eyes wide as she watched their twisted love making like one would stare in horror and intrigue at a car crash - terrified, but unable to look away.

He drove his love into the earth in his frenzy. Rutting wildly as he clawed and beat and was beaten. His body ramming into her with force that should have reduced her pelvis to splinters. He growled and snarled his climax as he hammered a final time into her hard and sculpted body as he violently tried to drag her over with him.