Playing with a Pretty (Thalion) - Mina's Home and Studio

She pulled the car into the private garage attached to the two story building, the door closing behind them.

He quickly got out of the car to reinstate physical contact, only it wasn't hands he was going for, but something lower. He slipped his hand from her upper back down to her butt so he could feel it as she walked.

"You have a nice place." He said casually.

She let him touch her wherever he wanted, happy about the placement as she led him through a door and up the stairs to her actual living space.

"Isn't it great? I have the studio down stairs to practice, and so much lovely space up here."

She opened the door to the living room, stepping inside and holding the door for him to enter. After he had, she locked it and turned to him with a smile.

"So, my pretty. What would you like to do?"

"You." He said with a devious smile. "On the couch, the bed, your counters, wherever and however you please. I want to help you break the place in. It's the gentlemanly thing to do." His fingers lightly brushed his chest as though to say how saintly he knew he was being. When did his shirt get unbuttoned?

She smiled and pressed herself against him, hands running along his sides, caressing the skin of his back.

"That sounds wonderful. But this is your show. You set the rules, you set the pace. You're in charge."

"Ooo, I like that." He purred. He grasped her tight and flipped her down onto the couch so he was over her. Surprisingly dominating for being rather small. He had a terrible hunger in his eyes.

"Are you ready?" He said, nipping her ear.

She squeaked when he flipped her, but purred softly as he rose above her. Her hands pulled at his shirt as she arched under him, opening her legs to him so that her skirt hiked up her thighs.

"Always."

Her voice was hoarse with need and desire, her skin warming under his touch.

He had such a need for her. His stamina was astounding, but being what she was, she could keep up. He did as promised and made sure to cristin every room of the house before he was finally satisfied. He was surprisingly vanilla, and she would immediately pick up that he was rather new at this.

She was skilled. So very skilled. And she more than kept up with him. As she noticed that he was new at this, she began to take more control. Showing him all the ways to pleasure a woman, and all the ways he could be pleasured in return.

When he was done, she lay against him, sweaty and content.

"Oh, pretty, you have such potential."

"I hope I was...you know. Good." He said in a moment of absolute honesty. His voice had a boyish tone which didn't fit his appearance. He had curled up naked against her.

"You were amazing." And back was his sultry demeanor.

Her fingers traced patterns across his naked chest.

"Darling, you were good. With practice, you'll be astonishing."

He laughed and tickled her playfully, then leaned back and sighed.

"I think you can help me with that. God I needed that. Thank you my pretty flower."

She rose above him, kissing him gently.

"My precious one, I will gladly help you. For you, it will be a pleasure. But you should know, I have my job to do. I am not a blushing flower. I am a lady of the night. Does this disturb you?"

"No." He laughed at the thought. "That doesn't bother me at all. I'll take whatever 'lessons' you can give me."

"But I must ask, does the banality of vampires not bother you at all? I know my father can hardly stand to be around my sister."

She smiled.

"They are creators. They hurt more than you, but they are bearable. And the feeling of their fangs, oh, it is worth it."

She actually swooned a little, then kissed him.

"But you, you are a treasure."

"Oh not me." He said sitting up. "With this kind of insperation, who could mess up?" He said gesturing to her beautiful form.

She moved to sit in his lap with a small, sensual laugh.

"You give yourself too little credit. But tell me, what would your father think of you taking a Satyr for a lover?"

"My father disapproves of everything I do on principle." He said laughing and for once, not really caring what his father would think. Right now he was just too damn happy.

"He's got a stick shoved up his butt so deep...Sidhe you know."

She wrapped herself around him with a smile, so they could look each other in the eye.

"I thought you were Sidhe born. Have you met the local court?"

"No, I haven't. Dad and I don't get along. I'm his big disappointment and all. Think of the look on his face if I showed up though...especially with such a beautiful woman."

She laughed again, that very sensual sound.

"Oh, darling. That would be fun. But perhaps for later."

She kissed him gently.

"Now, we should clean up and get you back to John."

"Oh, but I like you all sweaty." He started kissing her all over. "But I suppose you're right. Probably should get some cloths on too."

He finally got up and stretched. It had been quite a workout.

She couldn't seem to take her hands from him, running them down his arm to take his hand.

"We also haven't christened the shower yet."

She winked, then began to pull him in the direction of her bathroom.

"Well, then, we should correct that." He said with a wink and followed his 'prey' into the shower.

There wasn't as much attention paid to actually cleaning up, but after the shower had been claimed too Thalion insisted on lathering up every inch of Mina.

Which was fine, since she insisted on putting her hands all over him to lather him up. Even up to washing his hair. Because that, was a special kind of sensual.