Fantasy RP Blood of the Covenant (Redcoat)

Genevieve made a soft noise as he moved her, her face practically mere moments away from him— the way he gripped on her hips and began to move her on top of his length, she couldn’t help but moan more at the feeling. She went and moved her arms around his neck as she began o pick up a steady rhythm, hearing the wet noises rising up between them. “Y-you feel..amazing,” she breathed out her moaning mixed in with her words. He had made her shed her purity blood but, she didn’t notice as the pleasure overwhelmed the brief pain she had felt.
 
He laughed softly, the sound mixed in with his own moans as her body squeezed and spread around his length "Mmm... I'm glad, Genevieve... Or should I say my good little pup?" He asked, even as his hand on her tail squeezed it, giving it a gentle, teasing tug before moving off to her other thigh so he could increase the speed he was bouncing her atop him "Or perhaps you have another name you'd prefer me to use..."
 
As he squeezed her tail and tugged it ever so slightly, Genevieve couldn’t help but moan more at his actions, even his speed increasing caused her to cry out for him. She had begun to pant a little, her depths squeezing around him tightly before her gaze fell on his face. “I—want you..to call..me..however you wish..!” She cried out, she loved it when he had used her nickname, but this was fine too. She was just happy to be here, being fucked and claimed by him. Her legs were getting tired from being up and bouncing on his cock like this, but she didn’t mind at all.
 
"Alright then, my good little pup..." He responded to her moaning words even as he leant forwards to kiss and muffle her, pausing his thrusts temporarily until he had her properly held into the kiss, at which point he began to bounce her on his lap again, wanting to hear more of her muffled moaning as he pounded deep into her pussy, his grip squeezing her thighs as he pulled her down deep into each and every thrust.
 
“M-mm!” Genevieve gave a muffled moan against his lips as he began to pull her on top of his thrusts, loving the way they sounded together. The wet, lewd noises filled and permeated the air around them, causing her to have a deep blush come across her face. He would be able to feel her squeeze more around his cock, soon letting go briefly of her hold, before cumming and squirting all over his length.
 
Iven would feel her hold onto him, letting out a soft murmur in reply, “Iven..” she was glad he had claimed her as his mate, for she had desired no one else. “I-I would like for you to feed from me again..” she asked him softly, wanting to feel that from him once more. She moved her hair away from her neck, showcasing where he had bit earlier. The skin was raised and red from the puncture wound, but other than that he would be able to clearly sense the desire in her.
 
And she began to lose herself in the pleasure, wanting him to enjoy her as much as he could. Genevieve closed her eyes, giving soft mewls of pleasure while he continued to drink. “I-Iven..” he would hear her moan out his name, clearly enjoying herself. She didn’t care if she became lightheaded from this, she just wanted to give everything to her love.
 
"Mmm, Genevieve..." He murmured back, feeling the flow of her blood starting to slow ever so slightly, leading him to the realisation that he was already taking too much... and as much as her flavour made him desire nothing but to drink her dry... He reluctantly pulled away, panting for breath as he looked over her face, seeing the faded blush and the look on her face as he leant in to kiss her "Mmmmy.... My Genevieve..."
 
She gave him a soft gasp as he pulled away and then kissed him in return, moaning into his lips. “Yes..all yours..” she whispered out, loving the closeness they shared. She then proceeded to yawn, feeling sleep begin to overtake her. “Can..can we rest?” She asked him now, wanting to lie down.
 
He smiled and nodded to her "Yes my sweet, we can rest..." He replied, moving to lie with her on their bed "Do I move my things in here tomorrow, or do you want to move into my room?" He asked her softly, even as she would be drifting off, under the covers.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the coven... A maid named Ruby was opening the door into Samuels room, on her lap of cleaning the coven. Of course, she didn't expect him to A. Still be in there and B. Have a thing for her, as she stopped dead "Oh, I apologise sire, I didn't know..." She murmured, moving to close the door as she left.
 
“Mm..your room?” She asked sleepily before she closed her eyes and started to sleep, she was happy and content. She loved Iven and was relieved he wanted to stay with her, no matter what.

Samuel was surprised to say the least, he hadn’t been expecting Ruby to come into his room so quickly. He paused in what he was doing and moved to stop her from closing the door. “No please, you can come in,” he spoke, feeling a bit shy to be completely honest. She was one of the servants he had always been fond of, wondering exactly when he would get enough courage to up and speak with her.
 
Iven smiled "Mmm, alright..." He murmured softly into her ear, so the last thing she heard was his voice.

Ruby blinked in mild surprise as Samuel jumped up to stop her closing the door "Bu... You want me to clean in here... whilst you're still doing things?" She asked softly, tilting her head even as she was still stood in the doorframe, halfway in, halfway out of the room.
 
“I uh,” Sam gave a nervous cough, looking at his room. “Well, let me put away my books first and then you can clean,” he tells her, turning and putting them away rather quickly. He then moved and sat on the couch. “Would you like any water to drink?” He asked, reaching the water pitcher that sat on the table across from him.
 
Ruby shook her head slowly as she moved to start cleaning, starting with his bedding, replacing the sheets and covers before she moved to start cleaning the windows, humming softly to herself as she went, standing on her tiptoes to reach the highest points, straining with the effort, even as her mid length skirt would raise slightly, teasing at her thighs and more... Well, if Sam let his mind run that way.
 
Sam was watching her briefly before noticing how her skirt was rising before he shyly and quickly glanced away. Sure, he wasn’t a virgin when it came to these things and thoughts..but something about Ruby made him nervous. Perhaps it was the way her scent was driving him wild, and how he could barely contain the excitement that he felt when around her.
 
Samuel swallowed nervously and looked to his hands, trying to distract himself, the feeling and urge growing further and further. He.. shouldn’t. Should he?

He glanced back over to Ruby, giving a soft clearing of his throat. “Ms Ruby..” he began, beginning to point out something to her. “Your..skirt is riding up..” he said next, he didn’t mean to look, but he figured he’d save her some embarrassment.
 
Samuel gave a relieved sigh, leaning back on the couch and looking up at the ceiling. The urge he felt was diminishing but he was thankful about it.

Samuel, unlike his sister, drank a bit more blood than a werewolf was supposed to, but it wasn’t that uncommon or discouraged amongst this coven. But recently he had been wringing himself dry, trying to go without it. Unfortunately it hadn’t been doing him any good, as his fangs just ached to sink into some soft, supple flesh.
 
As she continued to clean, she eventually ended up in the corner of the room, grunting as she strained to get at the last little dirty bits of the skirting boards. Now lying flat as she did so, the clicking of her heels inevitably drawing his attention, even if the grunts didn’t. And there they were again, the skirt riding up and exposing her thick, meaty thighs, his mind almost imaging them calling out to him… her voice, saying his name… of course, in the real world, she actually was calling for him, needing help to extricate herself from the corner. But could he resist his urges…
 
Samuel was snapped to the present and he shook his head. “Yes?” He looked over to her, “ah, coming..!” She would hear him and he moved to help her up. His hands crept around and touched on her thighs briefly, before letting her sit up. “There you go,” he says and moves to stand, offering her a hand up.
 
As his hands ran over her thighs, he’d feel her softness, that momentary glimpse into how she felt to hold so alluring, yet leaving him empty as he pulled back to offer his hand now she was sitting “Oh, thank you, Samuel” she smiled up, her smaller hand gripping his softly, reminding him she was merely a human. A very alluring, probably delicious human… and there were his urges again, desiring nothing more than to slake his blood thirst somewhere in her form… the neck was tradition, but she had other, curvier spots…
 
As Ruby settled back up on her feet, she suddenly would feel Samuel looming over her, his amber glowing eyes focusing on her face. Her back would be pressed up against a wall and he took in small, slow breaths. “Ruby..” he began, scenting her easily, and thinking about taking a bite. The urge was harder to deny. “Ruby..would you be so kind to let me feed on you?” He had to ask, but Ruby would be able to note that it had been some time since the prince last fed.
 
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