Fantasy RP The Enemy's Embrace (FaeWhisperer)

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Isolde tilted her head at the fact that he wasn't sure either of what was happening with the synthetic blood. She glanced over to the bag, staring at it as if it was going to suddenly give answers. She was aware that her blood wasn't a problem, so was it just human blood he could have now? He obviously wouldn't be able to get human blood bags for a while, unless his supplier had steady access to that...which that on its own was disturbing. Who consistently robs a blood bank or hospital to have a steady supply of blood? She's heard of vampires doing such but never so often as to make sure they were able to supply others.

"Well...in the meantime you can have more of mine. Just to keep the hunger satisfied until you can test that theory out. It's late and I'm sure your supplier had other things to tend to for the night." She offered, moving her hair off of her right shoulder to expose that part of her neck. "I'm feeling fine after last night if that's what you're concerned about. You gave me your blood, remember?" Of course he remembered. She did so it seemed that the spell would be undone to both of them. She also figured he would've guessed why they couldn't remember, considering she asked him for the number of his witch friend.

"Also," She added quickly before he could speak, "if you're worried about control, I can just use the dagger to make another cut on my wrist for you to drink from. The vervain will burn so it'll be like a little reminder to not take so much..." Maybe that would be the case. She actually couldn't tell if it was with the way he drank from her wrist moments before. Then again it could've been because he was so close to death he would take anything to help recover.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

When Isolde began to speak about letting him drink a little bit to keep his hunger at bay, Elijah couldn’t help but practically stare at her neck while she pushed back her hair. He swallowed a bit dryly and looked up to her face, his own that of one confusion and…desire all at the same time. It didn’t help his case once she mentioned about last night, he felt a bit embarrassed… well, more so than he cared to admit.

He knew he needed to feed, that was logical. What wasn’t logical was how willing Isolde was to give him her blood for him. And he wanted to make sure that was what she wanted to do first. He was worried he would hurt her, but he also knew of what he could give her to help her strength return after each feeding. He could always hide his blood in a drink for her, so she wouldn’t have to drink it straight.

He reached out slowly and touched his hand on one of her thighs, his eyes searching her face again. “Isolde…” he cut her off after she mentioned of the dagger. “Even the pain will not deter me enough from how much I enjoy your blood,” he warned her, but she would know of how much restraint he had shown. Especially when he had been bitten by a werewolf. Not to mention she definitely was still on her period and the way her blood scented to him and the remnants of how her blood had tasted certainly wasn’t helping. “If I go too far, I want you to hurt me,” he wanted her to protect herself. He..he wasn’t sure if he could bite her again without wanting more.

His fangs were already glinting in the light of the room, his eyes darkening their color and becoming almost like a deep blood red. His breathing quickened as he looked to her and could hear her blood rush underneath her skin. “Promise me you’ll defend yourself,” he murmured out, looking to her face once more.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Isolde noticed the way he stared at her neck, how he looked like he wanted to bite down and drink her blood. But she also noticed the confusion. Was she not supposed to offer her own blood? The feeling it gave her when he bit down was certainly exhilarating in a way. But that could've been his venom heightening the feeling into such. She also understood that he was a vampire and needed blood as his sustenance. It'd be better for both of them if she offered instead of him lunging at her like last night had originally started out.

Although she should've changed her mind and said no when he warned her, she nodded her head. "I...I will. I promise." At least she'd try. There wasn't much she could do if an original vampire had her pinned but she could certainly try. But she didn't think he would do that, considering she was offering herself as a blood source until he got his own supply. One hand moved to rest on top of the one he had on her thigh, and the other brought the dagger into arms reach. Just to reassure him that she would try.

Nyx was also in her room, so if he had a feeling that Isolde was in any sort of danger he would come down and attack said danger. So she wasn't too worried, Nyx had a tough beak and could do some damage to skin. She'd seen it in the few times her father got too close to the bird. "Elijah..." She spoke again, "I trust you to not hurt me, or hurt me too much..." She paused before adding in some details about his witch friend, "Your witch friend seems to have some spells in place in case that happens. Hence last night..." She brought up how they couldn't remember last night before. And as much as it brought a bit of embarrassment to the both of them, it was something that couldn't stay buried. Especially now that they remember it.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Elijah couldn’t deny that any longer, he knew what they had done with each other.. he also knew that Anne had put several spells in place so that Isolde truly wouldn’t be hurt by him. But spells had a peculiar way of ‘backfiring’ and in turn the spells actually had helped Elijah, making Isolde one of the very first humans to enjoy a vampire’s bite. Where a vampire’s blood was meant to send a burning sensation through their victim’s body— Isolde would experience something similar, just…more pleasurable than expected.

Elijah had felt her hand on his, and he had squeezed the top of her thigh with his hand lightly. Taking from the neck would certainly put them into a more intimate situation than he would have intended at first, but since Isolde was offering…

“As long as you’re sure,” he says with a soft murmur. He then pulled Isolde towards him more, his eyes searching her face as he neared, wanting to make sure she was certain she wanted this. He first reached up with his hand, gently brushing a few strands of her hair away from her face and made sure to tuck her hair behind her ear further before he would feed. His touch was gentle and caring, obviously not wanting to rush into things. Then Isolde would watch him lean over her body slightly, dipping his head down towards her neck. His lips gently caressed the nape of her neck again, kissing where he intended to bite. Elijah’s breath would also tickle her skin ever so slightly as Isolde would hear the quickness and desperation in it.
His fangs elongated to gently scratch at the surface of her delicate skin before piercing quickly and yet— the instant rush of pain from it would fade fast, as the burning sensation from his venom would be felt next. Upon tasting her blood, Elijah had immediately moaned— trying to savor each drop while he drank from her. And he couldn’t help but push Isolde up to him while he fed, one arm moved to wrap around her waist, the other holding her back and leaning her slightly backwards as he drank from her.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Isolde nodded at his words, "I'm sure." She mutters, allowing him to pull her closer and watching his hand as it brushed a few stray strands away and moved her hair to make it easier. Or at least that's what she assumed he did that for. When Elijah was in such close proximity, her thoughts grew a little scattered and not quite all there. No one had that effect on her before, at least not in this sense. Definitely not in this way.

She realized her neck would be more...intimate than she originally expected. But it made sense in a way, but she couldn't explain it. It just felt...right to offer her neck. At least she wasn't asking him to bite her breast...yet. That thought made her flustered more than she already was.

Though she was pulled from her thoughts as she could feel his lips on her neck, those soft lips of his...focus Isolde that is not what's happening here...is it? Gods the effect this man had on her. And his breath on her skin. It tickled a little, that she would admit. Perhaps it was because of the quickness in his breathing, and the desperation for...her blood. She didn't focus too much on that, as she was instantly distracted when his fangs sank into her. She let out a small gasp at the sensation. It hurt a little at first but the pain was almost immediately overridden by the burning sensation that flooded her body. Not burning in a bad way, but in a good way. A very good way. And she was most definitely not complaining.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Elijah was worried at first, especially when she had gasped at his bite. He pulled back his fangs ever so slightly, not wanting to hurt her. But when he realized that she was most definitely not pulling away from him did he continue, drinking steadily from her. He began to get his fill, and feeling how her blood slid past his tongue and down his throat definitely was a pleasurable sensation. His moaning showed Isolde enough of that.

Elijah then began to slowly move the hand that had been against her back up and into her hair, grasping at the soft strands while he got his fill. But he knew he had to remain composed— as much as he could. He pulled his fangs out of her neck just for a moment, gasping for air and then licking at the blood that had trailed down her neck. He wanted to dive in more, be messier— but he knew he shouldn’t. He needed to remind himself he was the nice, composed man that he was. Not a blood thirsty, aroused creature he was becoming.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Isolde could feel the pleasurable sensation make its way down her body, soft whines escaping her lips. Though Elijah would be able to tell they were not from pain. Not with the desperation laced within her sounds. She could tell he had his own pleasure as he drank her blood, his moans against her neck made that rather obvious. She might've pressed herself closer, wanting to feel his body against hers, but she wouldn't go too far if she did. After all...if he wouldn't be able to stop himself from drinking her blood now, how could he when they're so much closer/

Though she was relieved that she didn't have to use the dagger, confirming that when he pulled away. The way he licked up the blood that trailed down her neck from the bite marks made her shudder slightly. Chills shot through her spine. She couldn't help but let out a small huff in amusement, "And you were worried about going too far..." She muttered, tilting her head slightly in a way so she could look at his face. Obviously she wouldn't be able to get a full look at his face from the close proximity, but it was rather...enticing to see the effect her blood had on him. When he wasn't trying to attack her that is.

She could still see the want in his eyes. The desire. And as much as she shouldn't want him to bite her again, nor for him to take what he wanted, she did. Despite his warning that he might not be able to stop himself. She wanted more, to give him more. It was all rather conflicting in her mind, and she couldn't decide what to do. So she just admired Elijah, one hand going to run through his hair with a smile.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

The way Isolde had sounded from his bite alone had nearly drove him over the edge yet again, but thankfully he had reserved himself, for mostly his own sake. Even as she commented on the fact that he had been worried about going too far, he gave her a pointed smirk, “You’re lucky that there’s no more werewolf toxin,” he teased a little, speaking on his composure.

A bit of blood had smeared over his lips, but he licked the blood up from it, rather sensually— more so than he would realize. He couldn’t help but give another soft moan from the taste, knowing he would forever now be craving her blood. Even if that hadn’t been his original intent, he could no longer deny it.

Once she pulled back and smiled at him, moving her own hand through his hair he was curious, “You know, not too many smile after being bitten by a vampire..” he teased her once more, but he wasn’t telling her to stop.

Poor Elijah had looked a proper mess, with his cut open shirt and his dried blood against his skin, he would definitely need to shower. He looked at Isolde and then her bite on her neck, before asking her a question. “Would you care to join me for a shower?” Even though the question was bold of him to ask. He then proceeded to add, “if…you’d like, I know it is straightforward of me to ask, and you wouldn’t have to join if you didn’t wish.”

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Isolde raised a brow at the werewolf toxin comment, "Is that the only reason why you lacked your composure?" She teased back, knowing full well she had a certain type of effect on him as it was mutual after all. Though neither of them admitted to it out loud. Her gaze dropped to his lips as the soft moan escaped them. She wanted to kiss them, to feel his lips against her own once more. But...she shouldn't...right?

She let out a breathy laugh at his comment about her reaction, "I can't help but like the effects my blood has on you. Not most vampires have your restraint might I add. So I suppose we're even." It was very much a weak argument, and she was aware. But she didn't want to just surrender to him, at least verbally. Physically...that was a different story. One that slowly started to creep through her mind until his voice snapped her from it. Thankfully so.

Her smile widened slightly at the question, tilting her head at what he added along with the question, "I would like to Elijah. I think we both could use one...you more than me though." She chuckled at his messy appearance, while the reasoning behind it wasn't funny in the slightest, it was just the fact that he ended up like that. From neat and composed to just a pure mess.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Elijah had felt his own body warm in reaction to the way Isolde had started to tease back to him, especially when she admitted how she liked the way her blood had such an effect on him. That much was true, and he wasn't going to deny it any time soon. But speaking of his restraint, he knew it was very thin compared to how it had been before meeting Isolde. Isolde was the only one who made him want to lose control, but he reminded himself that she was a human, and that a bit too much for her...he didn't want to hurt her in any way. It was when she had said that she would like to join him for a shower, he was relieved. He had been worried about overstepping anything further than he should-- although to be quite honest, he had already overstepped and she had allowed him so.

They eventually made their way towards the bathroom, which was located upstairs and in Elijah's room. He had discarded his shirt in the trash, for there was no salvaging it and he could always buy another. Once the water was on he moved the handle over to a bit warmer than he normally would have had it, for Isolde's sake. He glanced at her as she hovered nearby and then he turned to her fully. He wanted to ask her if she would like the bite on her neck to be healed or not, for he hoped she wouldn't be in any discomfort. "Are you alright?" she would hear him ask, his eyes gravitating towards her neck, but only due to his concern for her and nothing more...for now.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Isolde didn't see the question as overstepping, after all he had already done so last night with his attack but...she allowed it and it turned into something more. Not that she was complaining. She never would've thought that this is where she'd end up, in such closeness with a vampire. If they hadn't met the way they did...they most likely wouldn't be here. That was basically her whole train of thought the whole way to the bathroom. Why that was on her mind, she couldn't say. She certainly wasn't having regrets and hoped neither was Elijah.

When they got to the bathroom, Isolde leaned against the counter as she watched him discard the shirt he'd been wearing and turning on the water. She let her eyes wander his body, stopping at the waistband of his pants. But she immediately snapped her gaze back up at his question. It took her a second to gather her words before she actually responded with more than just a 'hmm?'

"Oh, I'm alright..." she trailed off, noticing where he was looking at. She turned to face the mirror and looked at the bite. "Is it weird I want it to scar?" She asked, not sure why but she liked the idea of being permanently marked by him. "I mean, I have this other one...but I wanted your bite. It's...I can't explain it." She muttered, glancing at him in the mirror. A slight blush crept up her face, maybe embarrassed by the idea.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Elijah was surprised, to say the least. She…wanted his bite to scar? But he didn’t protest. He simply smiled towards her as she would notice from the look in the mirror. “Then, let us wash it off and clean it properly so it doesn’t become infected.” He murmured out softly. His hands reaching out to touch on her shoulder first, dragging his hand down her arm gently. He wanted to undress her before the shower, but he wasn’t sure if he should.

Elijah leaned down and moved to kiss on her neck now, slowly and tenderly, before kissing over the bite mark. “I can definitely give you more if you’d prefer,” he began. There it was again, the little restraint he had, slipping further and further— just like the previous night. Although he was in much more control. “I can leave them anywhere you’d wish,” he breathed into her ear softly, his eyes moving upwards towards the mirror to look at Isolde’s reaction. Elijah had figured he had already crossed the line..so why go back now?

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Isolde watched his movements, mostly out of instinct. While the Instinct still spoke in her mind, it was way gentler and had less of an influence on her emotions and actions. She also wasn't quite sure how he'd react to her words, so she was happy to say the least that he didn't protest in any way. She certainly wasn't acting like any rational human would with a bite mark from a vampire. Neither would she even want in the first place...but considering everything that's taken place recently the two of them were anything but rational. No matter how hard they hid it behind the masks they put up.

It showed more in Elijah in this moment, the way he was more...touchy in a way. The way he dragged his hand from her shoulder, down her arm, it sent a slight chill through her body. Her focus was on him the entire time, even as he started planting kisses on her neck, making his way to the bite mark itself. That sent a jolt through her body, a pain but more so a pleasurable one. His...offer to add more caused her breath to hitch. That was certainly unexpected. Her face reflected that with a faint rosy tint to her cheeks.

"I-" She stammered slightly, trying to find her words. But then an idea came to mind, "Where would you leave a mark? If I let you put one anywhere you'd like." she asked, a faint smirk on her face as she reached to take her shirt off. She couldn't tell if Elijah wanted to do that himself or not, he seemed less...restrained the longer he was around her in a day and she could've sworn she saw the idea in his eyes. But she was still learning to read him. Not like he was emotionally open when they first met. Though she wouldn't be opposed for the extra help. Whether she needed it or not was irrelevant.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Her question left him with his own smirk, his eyes slowly trailing down the curves of body after she took her shirt off. He took a brief note of her bra and his eyes once again found her neck, lingering on the bite ever so slightly. He moved closer to her now, his hand reaching around her while his lips found one of her shoulders. He began to kiss on her lightly there, his hand moving down across her stomach and towards in between her thighs. “Well, I could always leave a mark here..” he began, his hand had briefly and teasingly moved back up, soon teasing her further with his fingers, but only dragging them lightly across where her slit lay, not knowing if she was still wearing a pad or not. Considering that it was only the second day, perhaps she was— but her being on her period clearly hadn’t stopped him earlier.

His hand then moved back up her stomach, and soon to her chest. His hand groped her left breast lightly while his mouth had moved his kisses further up her collarbone. Isolde would be able to feel his chest pressing up against her back as she could now feel Elijah holding her to him more. “Or I could leave a mark where your heart is,” he murmured softly, his breathing steadying out although he knew that his excitement was growing. To have her marked in such a way by him — he started to enjoy the idea more and more.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

While his reaction wasn't exactly was Isolde expected, perhaps underestimating just how loose his restraint was now, it certainly wasn't unwelcome. She let out a soft hum as his hand trailed down her body, her head leaning back slightly against him now that he was closer. She tried to keep her breathing steady, but failed due to the anticipation she could feel bubbling up inside her.

Of course she was wearing a pad, while it hadn't stopped Elijah last night...it wouldn't do good to ruin her underwear. It was also...not favorable to go without one. So, it shouldn't be a surprise that there was one. "Elijah..." She whined, "what did I say about teasing?" It wasn't that she hated being teased, she just didn't like waiting for things she wanted.

Her head tilted to the side as his kisses began to move back upward. Now his chest was against her back, she could feel him holding her closer. She moved one hand to hold over the one on her left breast, not wanting him to let go just yet. Despite vampires being colder to touch due to the fact that they're undead, being so close to Elijah brought her warmth throughout her entire body. Perhaps it was the warm shower on that warmed up the room, or that her body was heating up the more riled up she was getting. Maybe even both.

Her breaths were shallow and uneven now, the thoughts of him marking her in places he wanted to do so excited her. "If you mark me in one of those places, make sure I can feel it." That was her way of saying he could, but just in case he needed more, "Mark me somewhere - anywhere - you want to." She confirmed, watching him and his movements closely.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Elijah couldn’t help but give out a soft chuckle, moving his lips up to kiss her bite mark once more, his tongue coming out and licking on the surrounding surface area of it— making sure to not accidentally heal it. He knew he was teasing her, but he wanted to hear her whine and beg for him. And that’s exactly what he had got in return.

When her hand rested on his, he groped a little harder, his fangs giving her a light scratch on her shoulder now as he had moved his kisses further down once more. “If you’d let me— I would leave marks all over your beautiful skin..” he murmured out, before she would feel his other had come up to unlatch her bra. He then moved it off of her before he turned her around to face him.

Elijah moved to press Isolde up against the counter of the sink, and then his head dipped back down against her neck once more. It was the same side of where her bite was located and he brought his lips yet again across it while his kisses trailed down. Both of his arms were placed firmly around Isolde, steadying himself and her as he trailed his lips down her neck, to her collar bone and then down to her left breast. It didn’t take long for his fangs to elongate and pierce her flesh there, specifically making it to where they would pinch and pull her in all of the right ways. She wanted to really feel his bites? He would make sure of it.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Soft gasps escaped her as he teased the bite mark with kisses and licking around it but never the actual mark itself. His reaction told her that the teasing was intentional, and she gave him exactly what he wanted from it. Sneaky bastard. Isolde liked to have some sort of control but gods was it hard to keep it around this man. "Elijah..." She whined again as his fangs scratched against her shoulder. She wanted to feel them pierce her skin and Elijah was giving her anything but. But that was most likely intentional.

When he unlatched her bra, she helped him to move it off of her and toss it aside. As he spun her around to face him, pressing her against the counter she let out a quiet yelp. "This is quite the difference you know." She murmured, commenting on the more brazen actions he was demonstrating. "Not that I'm complaining..." She adds, watching him as best she could, tilting her head to give a better vantage point of his actions.

She was going to add something else but then he bit down on her left breast. She definitely felt it more than any other bite he's given her, "Fuck..." She muttered, rolling her head back slightly as the pain and pleasure mixed together in the best way possible. A way she didn't even know she could feel. Though with the fact that more pain was felt, her Instinct tried to kick in and she reached out with one hand. But before it could be noticed at off, she moved it to tangle her fingers in his hair, forcing the Instinct down. It was a battle with that voice, but the pleasure took over and washed it away.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Elijah could feel the way her heart was beating— pounding in her chest from his actions alone. At her words that his own actions were more brazen than before he couldn’t help but smirk against the new bite he had made on her body. “I’m sorry—“ he apologized, his voice muffled while he sucked on the bleeding punctures that his fangs did so neatly make. He had pulled his fangs from her skin briefly so he could talk. Elijah had Isolde leaned back against the counter still, his body pressed into hers. It was when she had reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair did he look up towards her. “You know…it’s just that I already crossed that threshold— do you want me to turn back now?” He questioned, his eyes searching hers. He knew if Isolde truly wanted to push him away, he would not fight it.

Since he had leaned down to bite on her breast he slowly stood back up, towering over Isolde once more. Isolde would see that his face was showing that brief hesitation, wanting her confirmation that he was allowed to continue. He started to second guess himself, he knew she said she hadn’t been complaining but still, he hoped he hadn’t pushed too much too soon.