Faline

Her tongue slips out and licks across her lower lip while hands go to my knees and slide up my legs, leaning closer with smokey eyes intent on my throat. My own bloody hands are in my lap, one holding the other casually.

"I have a soft spot for many things."

Her voice trails off when her attention is caught by my self inflicted injuries. Looking from them to where I dripped on the carpet. The navy blue plushness just dark enough to hide, but does nothing for tracking noses.

"You appear to have a fondness for bleeding on my things."

Can't help it, I smile. It leads into laughing that I can't seem to stop, even with raising messy hands to cover my mouth. Meeting her face doesn't work as her expression just makes me laugh more.

The hands on my thighs pull back as she looks at me, leaning back as if I'm contagious. That's quite possible since I can't seem to stop, even letting go of my face and looking away as I try to contain it. Glittering gold eyes look back to her as I pull in a giant amount of air, then regret it immediately. My mouth fairly explodes as it bursts out, all because her expression is one of surprise and confusion.

Makes me want to hold her cheeks, but that would be a bad idea for so many reasons. I lean down over my crossed legs as I hide, arms wrapping around my head. She does have a point though, I have bled on a lot of her stuff. I talk back from the position I'm in, the only safe thing to do.

"To be fair, it's not like I intentionally go out of my way to do so. But what can I say, your stuff could use a little sprucing up, and I do what I can."

My head lifts, the Mistress a step or so away with her arms crossed over her chest. The massive grin on my face exposing my fangs doesn't seem to win me any points as she still looks a little perplexed. I seem to have that effect on people, I've noticed.

I bite my lip in an attempt to stifle, but that draws her gaze instantly. Oops. Letting go of the lip, my laughter slows and I move to get down. Have to lift up before I slide, don't want the same problem that I had in the kitchen, however long ago that was.

Lifting myself, I get as far as my legs going over the edge before she steps up between them. A puff of air is blown out, lowering back as getting down isn't available at the moment. Her now uncrossed arms go back to my thighs.

Raising my face to her in defiance, my hands go over hers, preventing them from going anywhere else. A snarky expression looks back at me. If I can keep Nicolaus off of me now relatively easily, she shouldn't be much more of a problem... Just have to keep her teeth away from me.

Simple, yeah? I wish.

My hunger has been present since I woke, injury to the head using energy to heal, then the unknown amount of time being unconscious really doesn't help. The scent of my own blood creates the craving, then having them right against my mouth and tasting it when I bit my lip.

"I told you, I'm not one of your whores. Whatever happened to my punishment anyway? Was told if I'd landed a hit on you it would have been an instant death sentence, so shouldn't having attempted get me something?"

Her eyebrow flies up high. Yeah... I seriously need to keep my mouth shut. Making an aggravated sound and closing my eyes, her hands slip from under mine and go straight to my face.

Gold eyes shoot open instantly, defiant expression coming right back as I glare at her. Her eyes are on mine as she leans in, my attempt at leaning back being a horrible idea since she follows me down.

"You need to invest in some catnip, might soothe all those urges you seem unable to control."

She smirks, eyes rotating between mine, then my lips and back. So I try again.

"If an attempt on your life gets one molested by you, why doesn't anyone else do it?"

The Lady chuckles at that while her hands burrow into my hair.

"Too afraid, I would think. You're the only one who has tried in well over thirty years or so. I forgot how much fun the adrenaline rush can be. Quite intoxicating really, better than your catnip. Since you protest so much, I think this will work as the perfect punishment."

Words trail off as lips descend on mine. Bringing up my hands isn't at all helpful, used to it being a male chest, not even thinking, so now I'm officially groping the Mistress of the house. Things cannot possibly get any worse.

That thought causes a groan to be voiced, which is so taken the wrong way.

I have officially made it worse. Congratulations Faline, you are a professional dunce.

I can't even pull away now since she's pretty much dropped herself on me. Soft lips work against my own, crafty as she gets me to open for her. The lack of elongating equipment between her legs is an actual relief.

Different from what Nicolaus had given, but still nice. Never thought I'd ever be kissing a female like this, but I think I prefer female over male. Right now it just feels safer. Totally know it isn't, especially considering who it is I'm kissing, but it's the illusion that's comforting. And kissing I am, as I participate in it. Still have no idea what to do with my hands though, so I'm feeling a little awkward.

That changes when she feels me participating, raising herself back up just a smidgen, letting me move them from pressing her corset into her chest, to lay over her back. Fingertips trace on patterns that cover what I can reach, or willing to reach anyway. Soon as I do, the Lady's kisses become more intent, hands sliding from my hair down to my sides.

The feeling is new and interesting as I feel nails catching on skin. It isn't till I feel them at my hips that I can tell they're claws, not nails. My body starts to go rigid, then my mind is caught up in the toying she's doing with our tongues.

The claws don't puncture, just get scratched lightly across skin, enhancing flesh sensitivity. My heart starts pounding as the realization of what I'm doing sinks in. Vampire lips work against my own, yet not ones from someone who's laid a hand on me in anger.

Her slow introductions to pain are a lot more enjoyable than previous ones I'd had with Nicolaus. If he catches us though, I can just imagine the hell I'll be put through. The thought has me freezing and pulling back.

I enjoy her kisses so much that I dip back in for more, but pull away quickly as my heart starts racing with the knowledge that he could walk in at any time. Biting my lip as my eyes open, I look from her to the door then back to her mouth. She seems to understand but just smiles.

"Door is locked, my Pet, he cannot enter unless I wish it."

I scowl at the name, but when she dips back down and entices more kisses, it's forgotten. The cool clawed hands at my hips lift and pull me closer to the edge of the desk while my own still trace the weird marks I keep finding on her skin.

She wraps one of my legs around her waist, I do the other on my own, locking my ankles at her waist. With one hand on my rear and the other on my back, the Mistress lifts me from the desk, my arms going around her neck. The kiss doesn't even break, the motion is so smooth.

Not sure where I'm being moved to, so focused on her lips that I am. My groin presses close to her leathers, steps taken shift them in interesting ways. Claws prickle into my rear end where both of her hands become cupped, the sensation causes me to dance around, unable to make up my mind if it feels good or is a small annoyance. I finally just keep myself held up by my thighs and arms, pressing flush to her body, feeling her heart as it meets the pounding of my own.

Soon after, her stance changes as she sits in a chair. I pull away long enough to drape my legs over the arms to either side. The new position makes me nervous with how 'open' I am, thighs unused to this amount of stretching.

I haven't tried doing the splits since I was a freshman in high school, the muscles in my thighs aren't used to being out this far anymore. They protest, starting to shake, so I push them forward a little more towards the back of the chair, still splayed, but now it isn't as uncomfortable.

The Vampire woman watches my face, her hands rubbing along my upper legs, judging my reaction, I'm sure. My own hands rest on her shoulders before sliding slowly over her chest, playing along the buckles going down the middle and thin stitched design. Heart still pounding as her soft, insistent hands start a deep rub on my thighs, moving steadily inward.

Trying not to squirm as the ticklish feeling mixes with a growing need, I go from watching my hands at the metal pieces of her top to the dual-colored jewels that adorn her face. I take the initiative, leaning in and tucking my head into her neck as my fingers start working at undoing her top from the bottom up. I can hear her inhale as I kiss at her pale neck, taking small stinging bites before going over them with my tongue.

Fingers fumble at first but become more adept as I reach higher and higher. The rubbing at my inner thighs stirs up a warmth within me that scares me anymore. Panting, I slow down, not wanting to screw myself. My hands stop at the top and last latch, then glide down inside, going to her sides. The motion opens her top just as much as if it weren't there.

Small breasts peak with pink nipples, each with a ring through them. Lips smile against the soft skin of her throat while her deft hands go from my thighs to slide up and play her palms over my own perked chest. A nipple pinch makes me jump with a small gasp before she starts kneading them, small sounds slip from me while I feather fingertips up and down her ribs and over her exposed flesh.

Dipping my head further down as my tongue explores, the Mistress helps by lifting me up just enough to move me back so I can explore further down. Flicking a metal ring before taking it into my mouth, the gasp and hands in my hair become encouraging. Claws have gone back to nails as she tugs at my hair close to my scalp, my answering response is to tug at the ring, pulling till I get a reaction I want.

Spine arching, while her head goes back, works quite nicely. One loop in my mouth while fingers play with the other, her soft moans make my insides clench. My tongue flattens then curls around the hard bead before kissing back up to her throat.

My hunger kicks in as arousal escalates, fangs tease over the strength of skin before sinking in. Her sharp inhale mixes with a moan of delight. The dark head tilts to the side for me as her hands move down, stopping a moment at my bust to grab hold and squeeze till I make a sound, then down further, touching at my belly as her sweet warmth fills me. Skin warms with the transfer, but it doesn't sate hunger.

With now having taken in something, my body can react as it should, center weeping almost immediately. Soft hands make their way back to cup rounded cheeks and grip hard, pulling me closer by the meat of my ass. My gasp breaks the seal I'd made, causing a dark ruby trail to slowly make its way south.

Closing the holes my teeth made, I pull back to watch the fleeing drop. Gold eyes follow it down before they widen and jump to the Vampire's, body bucking with a harsh gasp, heart rate tripling as a clutch of nerves explodes in sensation.

Her smile is smug, eyes half-closed and smokey. While I'd been focusing on the stinging of my rear and the running blood drop, a hand had slipped under and flicked at swollen skin.

"Neglected indeed."

She whispers it before taking a kiss, sweeping her tongue into my mouth and tasting herself within. My hands have flown to her shoulders for purchase, tightening as playful fingers find their mark again and start dancing. My body jumps so much it's a wonder I don't get stabbed.

Returning her kiss with a hard demand of my own, arms pull her close so I have an anchor while on unfamiliar ground, her talented fingers playing and strumming my body as if it were an instrument. Have to rip my mouth away so her tongue doesn't get bitten off, burying my face into her throat as I try to muffle sounds that I'm embarrassed at making. Legs tighten hard onto the chair arms, thighs clenching and trembling. A hand on my waist braces movements while mine dig into her back so hard that blood wells up.

Unable to hold it back anymore, I cry out as my body finds release, bathing her fingers in warmth while my heart plays a staccato on my ribs. The Mistress is whispering words to me, but I don't hear them, focusing on trying to come down safely. Her hand makes it impossible, however, as she keeps playing, movements going from slow and easy to fast and pressing hard.

My body winds back up all over again before even fully ending previous explosions. Gasps and cries come from me as I try to pull away, the feelings becoming too intense. I'm held in place as she continues to drive me up higher and higher. A welling scream rises, so I sink my teeth into her shoulder to stifle it as another powerful orgasm is triggered. Flicking fingers show no mercy as she stretches it out as long as she can before I nearly jump out of her arms.

"Enough...enough...no more."

I'm moved till I'm cradled in her arms, my whole body limp as my heart relearns how to work properly. My scent is strong in the air as I'm laid on cool sheets. Unsure what to do or how to act, I curl up, confused about what I should be feeling.

Getting unfolded shortly after and turned till soft lips find mine again, I come down from the high faster than I'd like. My response is tentative, unsure, so they coax till I become brave and return the little bites and suckles.