Bringing Home a Stray (2nd Night) - Anise's Condo (Rolf/Anise)

She stirred slowly from her slumber, her hand gently running along his arm. After a.short yawn and a stretch, she was turning to face the creature in her bed. A playful smirk came over her lips as she saw he was buried under the covers, though she merely nestled down with him.

She took a moment to look him over, fingertips running across his chest, up his neck, his jaw. Her smile didn't leave her face and she began administering gentle kisses against his lips.

He did not stir. His body did not move or respond to her touches, just yet.

You see... low humanity.. late sleeper. Ice cold, dead body, simply lay there. Had he been in some form of danger, his senses might have forced him awake, but like this... she simply sat there touching and kissing the gangrel who wore only a pair of ripped up sweatpants, but was motionless.

Her warm kisses continued, moving down across his jaw. Each little kiss was followed by a nip, or a nuzzle, or a lick.. something affectionate and playful. She did not understand the concept of humane or inhumane or the affects it had on one's sleeping schedule, but she did understand men.

She used this knowledge to the best of her abilities, and as she hovered over his chest, her warm tongue flicked out to brush his cold skin. Around and across one of the would-be sensitive little nubs on his chest.

As she began to get a little frisky, and playful... her attentions caused the delicate blance of his leaning on his side, to shift. He rolled slowly to his back, the quills there puncturing the bed with several pops.

Still, he did not stir. But surely he would, soon. It was already a small bit of time past sunset.

She moved her affections on to the other side of his chest, before her kisses and nips traveled across his ribs and then down his stomach. Her intentions were clear.

THe first thing to stir, finally, was his tail. It flicked lightly, upon the matress. Next... his wings twitched. Then, he began to stir, as a whole. Eyes slowly fluttering open, reptilian gaze lazy. A small stretch given.. before realizing he was not in the earth.

He quickly sat up on his elbows, but before any sort of alarm truly set in, his observations noted her.. and her actions. He had not felt them, right away.. but now... he just watched her... curiously. Silent.

Lovely dark eyes gazed up at him from her position over his stomach. She gave him a subtle smirk, fingertips trailing over the front of his sweatpants. Her teasing was light enough she only touched cloth, her gaze turning back to the task at hand.

He had thought about stopping her. Truly, he did.

But he didnt move to do such a thing. He was, after all, dead... but still very young. It had been a long while, since he was particularly interested in such things, but he was still young as a vmapire and young in this existance. Humanity was low, but instincts were instincts. This was a good instinct.

So he leaned back on elbows... watching her with a gaze that was growing in intensity. He pondered the fact that should this continue, he would need to feed immediately. So much vitae had been expended... this was treading on dangerous territory.

But right now, he we no fool to interrupt the mood. His hips rised sightly, and skin started to warm a bit... blood begining to circulate and create life under the cloth.

She appeared thrilled as she felt him stir beneath the cloth, her fingers moving to slowly slip the pants down his hips. She didn't remove them, simply enough that they were no longer in her way.

Then her tongue skillfully drew up the length of his manhood, a very purposeful flick of it given just beneath the tip.

Once exposed, the truth about it came out. There was nothign overly special, about it. It wasnt amzingly long.. nor incredibly thick. A little bit bigger than average, probably.. and the sheath of skin around it pulled back as the blood willed it to full potential.

But to say that it was purely from his own power over it, was a lie. Her clear intentions and affectionate tongue made a throb begin. A yearning. He gave a small moan as she did this, his hips adjusting slightly.

Eyes stayed locked upon her actions, no words escaped. Just pleasurable animal-like sounds.

She continued to tease and flick her tongue along the head, before in one swift motion he was buried deep in her mouth. Her gaze raised once more as she came up until just the tip was in her mouth, then dropped back over it once more. A moan, muffled by his length filling her mouth, escaped her as her hips writhed against the bed of their own will.

Her teasing was met with a slightly narrowed gaze. He knew she was going to be trouble... maybe that was part of the appeal. Bad girl, indeed.

Then mouth decended. It was around the same time, that his body was fully warmed again, flood flowing to create a full growth. His arms gave away and head hit the pillow. Deep groan issued, and hands found thier way to her head, running throu her hair... lifting hips slightly to meet her attentions. He said nothing... sounds of of deep pleasure bouncing off the walls. A deep animlaistc growl arrising.

His fingers tangling in her hair seemed to encourage her and her motions continued. As her mouth moved down over him, her tongue played against the underside of his member, amd as it came up she created suction with her mouth, tugging against him each time. A few times she took him in as far as she could, her lips pressed around the base as her tongue worked him.

Truth be told, he had a couple of partners in the past. Only two.. but it had never been like this. He experienced and precision attentions... tongue caressing... her seeming hunger for him, for this... he was tickling the back of his mind... eyes shut... head back... the heavy sensations flooding over him. Each time she pushed her deep within her mouth, and caressed with her tongue, he groaned heavily... turning soon into a moan. Fingers rand along ehr head, most definitely encouraging.

He didnt even know what to do.. had not actually been prepared for this, at all. So.. he opted to just moan his appreciation, rising hips each time she decended upon that member. He dare not even open his eyes to look upon her, as if she may be a mirage and might just vanish the moment he looked upon her.

Her affections continued for several minutes, some of them tantalizing and leaving him wanting more, frustrated, and some of them everything he could possibly want. Eventually she pulled her mouth off of him, a loud pop sounding as she drew him into her mouth, though still pulled away. Her gaze was predatory as she crawled up his body, her tongue brushing over the front of her teeth.

Her hips dragged against his, and as they did he could feel her excitement, wet against his stiff manhood.

All the time that passed by... it was driving him crazy. More and more, he acted less human, and sounded more animal . Primal instincts rising to the surface. Dead body quite hot, and the mixture of her attentions... her teasing... the heavy throb that began to pull within that manhood... it was all too much.

As she stopped and began to climb her way up his body, his eyes opened and stared at her with a fire and hunger that he had yet to look upon her with. The moment she was hoving over him, slicking himself with her wetness... he suddenly moved. An arm wrapped around her, hips lifted off the bed, and he spun her around. Rather quickly... in the blink of an eye, he was the one hovering over her, while she was laying shere he had once been. His reptilian gaze stared down at her hard... a small shift of hips and the tip of the manhood rested between lower folds.

He did not wait for her to say anything, or react. He began to push. yearning hips sliding forward, pushing into her in an agonzingly slow trip. Eventually, thier hips met again, this time... with himself buried fully within her and a pretty feral sounding growl leaving his throat.

As she was tossed around, passion flared up in her dark gaze. She trembled beneath him as he teased his way into her, her head dropping down to the pillow, eyes closed, as she whimpered. Once he was fully inside of her a groan, thick with lust, escaped her lips. Her eyes opened to glance up at him, a desperate pleading for more in their depths.

Give her more, he did. Did I mention the feral look in his eyes? Yeah... about that....

It was slow, at first. Slowly withdrawing himself.. then slowly returning within her fully... but asfer a few seconds of that boring shit... his pace picked up.. rather rapidly. Nothing supernatural, yes.. but he was naturally fast. And as such, his hips began to grind hard into her own... thrusting over and over again... a small feral panting began. His gaze was intense, and met hers in a form of a challenge. The sounds of thier passion ripping through the room... as he slammed into her... over and over... in a rythme that was steady and didnt seem like it would stop.

She cried out in pleasure, screamed, growled with lust. Her nails scraped down his chest, her gaze meeting his challenging one. She knew she couldn't overpower him, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to try. Her hips pushed back against his and she struggled defiantly - not as if she didn't want this, but in a form of rebellion. She hadn't submitted, this was her decision, she wanted this, and he was giving her what she wanted.

Well then, giving her what she wanted, he did! Who was he, to disagree with such a desire? An idiot, if he did.

But as she pushed her hips up, and struggled a bit under his motions.. a low and dangerous growl was thrown at her.... and the next rise of hips caused him to thrust and hold... sending a shiver trickling down his body. HIs panting wass a bit heavy, and to say it was lusful would be a drastic understatement. Lips traveled down, now, straight towards he chest and immediately flicked upon a nipple of hers... soon drawing it into his mouth, suckling a touch... befor mouth opened and fangs sank into the breast. The Kiss came for her quickly, then... drinking, this time, as her blood seeped into his mouth. Hips began slowly grinding against hers, while he was fully plunged within.

To say the Kiss pushed her over the edge would be an understatement - more like violently threw her over the edge. She gave a scream of pure ecstasy, her back arching as she shuddered beneath him, gasps and moans coming from her.

A couple of points of blood taken from her, tongue flickering over the nipple rapidly as he did. Payback was an absolutely amazing bitch.

Soon, his fangs removed, but tongue kept swirling around upon her breast. The wound was closed... and all traces of blood licked clean. He slowed his grinding against her... and removed himself. But alas, he was not done yet. His hands pulled and turned her hips, aiming to roll her over, yet keep chest and face upon teh bed. He only wanted her hips to rise up.. and as he forced them to do just that, kne knelt behind her... taking a moment to allow her a few breaths, then once again pushed that manhood deep within her. THe position allowing it to be just that little bit deep... and again.. it was insanely slow... hands gripping her hips tightly.

She was insanely flexible, being the dancer she was, and with her chest and head pressed against the bed her ass was thrust high in the air. A few deep breaths were taken in the time she had been given to relax. Again, she trembled, whimpering into the sheets as he moved slowly into her.

It was very similar, to the previous position. He wasnt a professional pornstar, but he seemed to know what he was doing and extactly how to get what he wanted.. not just for himself, but how to give back to her, in return. He leaned over her, in his thrusts... a hand snacking up to her chest, to grasp breast wtihin... slight pinch to hipple given... other hand slipped down and around... gliding between her thighs to gently massage as he thrust deeply within. His attentions were delicate, down there, yet purposeful and hungry.

She shuddered under him as pleasure racked her body once more, wave after wave hitting her as she cried out, again and again thrown into climax by him. Her breaths were little more than gasps, rarely unaccompanied by a moan or a whimper.