Catching the Taste cont. (Lobos) - Mina's Home and Studio

He thought for a moment and then nodded.

"you needed that? the way i was?"

She nodded.

"Si. I get treated as silk and treasure so often. I need the release of being taken and used."

now he laughed. A deep and slightly dangerous sound.

"yes, I imagine men treat you like somethin precious that could break. they would make you a songbird in a golden cage if you let them. I noticed you didnt break under me."

She laughed.

"I am a a lot harder to break than people think. I am Cuban. We can take all."

Now she got a smile.

"I guess you are tougher than people think. you're people are good people."

He reached over and drew a finger over her jaw.

She turned her head and caught his finger in her teeth for a moment.

"And you, you are special. But so am I, so it works. We could hurt each other, but we would also heal."

He raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean..?"

what had he given away?

She dropped her glamour just enough that her horns showed in her hair.

"Si. Special. And you are one who drinks blood, si?"

He blinked, taken aback. but rather than jump back his hands went forward, as if to feel them, to see if they were real. He had been around enough people to know they could change what you saw.. but rarely did they add inhuman things.

"You know about us then. Knew what I was before you brought me up here. I cannot tell you much about us.. but yes.. I am."

She bent her head to give him better access to the tiny horns he wanted to touch. They were real horn, as. Solid as she was.

"Si, I did. I could feel the stasis of your being, and have come to be able to sight you. I am Changeling, creature of myth, as you are creature of horror. Most have forgotton the tales of the Fae, the ones that say that we are not fluffy happy fun times. This, we appreciate."

"We know the stories of the mountain gods. They used to have dealings with my people, the true children of the forest and blood."

He touched her horns, seeming to actually be fascinated by them, maybe more.

"I cannot feel the difference in you. But.. I cannot say I ever expected to meet any of you. I was not sure i was even sure you still existed. Fae...that is a Bristish term yes?"

His mind went to his sisters classes and shakespeare.

She nuzzled into his hands, enjoying the intimacy of it.

"Si, but that is from where the Satyr soul that is inside me comes from. I am of the forest, whole and true. I would no call myself a god, though."

She turned her head agin, nibbling playfully at his chest.

"And neither am I. But the history of my people tells me of a race of horned ones from under the mountain, coming to join in festivals of blood and sex and blessing the land, and that both groups were known as gods. We live in different times. though i still like festivals of blood and sex."

He grinned now, his hand stroking one horn and then the other, his hand running through her hair while doing so.

"So why in the world would you seek out one like me. There are those of us that are dangerous. they might decide you would make an interesting trophy."

His grin was kind of wicked now. His other hand tracing her jaw as she nibbled.

She shifted until she lay a top him, legs resting on his, breasts pressing to his chest.

"I am Caramina, and my magic works on all. Even the most powerful of your kind."

She wiggled a bit, her hands coming up to touch the sides of his head as she bent to nibble along his collar bone. She may have taken the name of the Brittish, but from what he had heard of the forest gods of his people, she could just be one of them.

He chuckled and looked at her.

"I am called Rafael, but it not my name. my true name stays within me, It and my blood the source of my own magic. while it might not be as strong as yours.. you might remember it, and remember not all are.. kind."

She reminded him of the stories, so strong and wild. Suddenly he flipped, rolling them off the sofa and onto the floor, landing on top of her with a glint in his eyes and a smile on his lips.

"do you plan to work your magic on me, Caramina?"

She gave him. A sly smile, her legs wrapping around him as they fell to the floor. The landing knocked a little winds from her, but she wasn't damaged. Her arms wrapped around to play with the marks on his back.

"Who is to say I have not already. It is a primal magic."

He chuckled nad his teeth for her chin, scraping at the skin before nipping at a lip. His hips were rubbing against her gently now, just a playful movement, nothing serious yet.

"You should beware using magic. You never know when someone else might also have magic."

She laughed.

"You would not hurt me. You would not offend the gods. And so long as you do not take my freedom, use your magic on me. I will simply use mine in return."

The movements of her hands and hips we're primal in their nature. Her feet touched the floor so she had ample control to thrust herself up into him.

He smiled.

"Am I that obvious? You are right. I would not..permanently hurt you. though you should know. to my people pain was...a passing thing. the whip of our gods gave and took pain as a blessing. And this might not be the best place to work my magic..it is..also primal. And messy."

He was primal, it was sort of the way he worked, when he wasnt pent up and acting.. normal.

She thrust up into him and he ground his hips against her down, fingering her horns..

"How sensitive are these?"

She laughed as he pushed her back to the floor.

"They are as sensitive as teeth. Merely bone."

Oh yes, she was enjoying herself. Her nails dragged across his back, across the marks she had made earlier, catching on the edges of his cuts.

"And pain is a fleeting thing. A thing that teaches limits. Which I push against daily."

She caught at the edge of his cuts and pulled. And yet he did not even flinch. He only laughed.

"You will find my limits are further than any you normally meet. I can help you with yours as well..if you wish. hmm, i promise not to pull off your horns.. but i may use them. they are.. exciting."

he growled a little and bit her shoulder unexpectedly.

She grinned and dug in further.

"It is not fun if I cannot feel it. And so long as I enjoy it, si, you may use the horns."

He still didnt react to the pain but instead rubbed against her more.

"There maybe other parts of you I might want to use more. this time i hope to make up for my speed. i would very much like to hear you scream...as long as you enjoy it."

He kissed her now, passionately though not exactly hard. he was testing her, to see if she was ready yet.

She returned the kiss with fiery passion. Her entire body almost screamed yes. Si. Take all that I have and make me beg for more. Her temperature rose a notch, her body becoming flush. And she was more than ready for anything he intended to do to her.

He kept that kiss up, returning the heat and the passion, but as he finally let her up for air he chuckled.

"My caliente chica. tu es muy caliente."

One hand swept up a full dleshy and very curvy thighpulling it to her side.. to tease her and also to see how well she flexed. he planned on challenging that ability soon. Plus as he rubbed agains her.. now she was so open, so free for him rub against.