Fantasy RP The Enemy's Embrace (FaeWhisperer)

Isolde's breathing was heavy, like she was panting, as he pulled back from her neck. She had no idea how to feel, just staring up at Elijah, watching the way he cleaned off the blood from his fangs and sides of his mouth. What other things can...no. She shut down those thoughts again. Trying to shove the heated feeling through her body out. "Elijah..." She muttered, trying to find the words. She had a slight headache, despite the fact that he really hadn't fed on her for long, he seemed to have drained quite a bit. Probably what happened when a vampire drank a kind of blood they liked. That wasn't so good for her.

A soft whine escaped her throat when he licked the bite marks. Something about the way he did so, sent a slight chill down her spine. Why was she feeling like this? And so intensely? She wasn't understanding why. The vampire venom was so unknown to her, there wasn't much she knew about it. There was a slight sting before it went away, and she no longer felt where he had bitten her. But at the same time the sensation of his lips to her neck lingered, she had no idea why. "I-" She paused, "I should've listened to you when you told me to leave..." She continued, though mostly repeating in inside thought. And she was making seem like it was her fault, which it was in a way. She chose not to listen, to stay. Instead, she tried to help him. Why did she care?

Noticing the loosened grip, she tugged on her hands again, trying to pry them free. But she was pulled up before she could get far with that, now pressed up against him. Her face grew flushed, perhaps even more so than just moments before. She was straddling him...certainly not a position she thought she'd find herself in. But then again neither was being pinned against the floor. A part of her wanted to press further into him, to release the pressure she felt bubbling up inside her. But it took about every ounce of restraint she had to not do so.

She didn't flinch when he went to reach for the dagger, focusing on his face, noticing how different he looked compared to just moments before he drank from her. His eyes weren't bloodshot. The moonlight enhanced features she never really paid much attention to. As he pulled the dagger out from her hair, the bun fell apart and her hair fell to her shoulders. The waves in her hair looked uneven, tangled almost. Frowning when he put the dagger to his heart, she looked at it before looking at his face, "Will you not let me leave unless I do?" She asked, looking back at the dagger. She didn't want to, she wasn't even mad that he drank from her. Though she should've been. She should've stabbed the dagger into him the moment it was in her hands. But she didn't. That Hunter's Instinct was quiet in her mind now, shoved aside by other...impure thoughts that floated around. There was also the fact that she wasn't sure she wanted to leave.
 
Elijah listened to Isolde, hearing how she blamed herself for not leaving, and he couldn’t deny that her flushed face had made him feel something else other than what he had felt earlier while drinking her blood. He had felt as if she was more beautiful than before, but perhaps that was just the after effects of how her blood had affected him.

He cautiously yet gently moved a hand from hers and tenderly brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, his eyes focusing in on her own. To answer her question, she would be able to pick up on his voice that was soft, but something else held there now. “I’m afraid of what I might do, if you don’t…” and he wasn’t talking about feeding more off of her. At least, that wasn’t his original intent. Now with the both of them in this precarious situation and position..Isolde would definitely feel something beneath her, and deny it as both they might try, it certainly was making its presence known. Elijah though, had never experienced such…desire from someone’s blood alone, the taste was so deep and rich- he had wished he hadn’t bitten her under such circumstances, but in truth he probably wouldn’t ever get a second chance. Either way, he knew he would savor her taste, even if he wouldn’t be able to drink from her ever again.

He knew her head probably would be throbbing, as it was with anyone’s first time being used as a blood source for a vampire. But the feeling of his bite, although healed would still linger. The after effects were noticeable, a soft burning desire would most likely bubble up, especially for another bite. Yet, these kind of humans were rare, for who would really want a vampire to bite them a second time?
 
Isolde brought her eyes to meet his as she felt him move a few stray strands of hair out of her face. She hadn't even noticed they were there until he moved them. There was something in his voice that she couldn't quite figure out, but the feeling underneath her answered that curiousness. Was he...oh he was. A short gasp came from her at the realization of what it was she felt, "Are you...?" she asked, looking briefly at his lap before looking back up, feeling she already knew the answer but wanted verbal confirmation for some reason. She was almost glad to know that she wasn't the only one so...riled up by this whole situation they found themselves in.

There was also the thought that bubbled in her mind as she tried to ignore the pounding in her head. This was very different from the last few times a vampire managed to get a bite from her. The first time the vampire left scars, the second time was when she and Elijah met, and now this. It was much more...intimate than before, and more than it should've been. Stupid venom.

Then there was that aching feeling for release, the need for...another bite? Who wants a bite from a vampire? That was certainly a new sensation. But she had this desire to feel his lips again...on her own...on her neck...anywhere really. Just to feel the softness against her own. "I...why do I want you to bite me again?" she asked, her voice quiet. She didn't know what to do with that feeling, just knowing that she shouldn't feel that way. That she wasn't supposed to feel anything but hatred for the vampire in front of her. That was how she was raised after all, but that wasn't the case. Ever since she met Elijah.
 
Elijah certainly wasn’t expecting that reaction or response from Isolde— and he couldn’t help but almost feel… shy, in a way. Embarrassed was more like it. Obviously he could not control when he got aroused, or as to the reason why. But here they were, with a lingering question Isolde had asked, and a vampire, about to answer that for her.

“Well, that’s certainly not a question one can answer while a vervain soaked blade is pointed towards them..” he tried to make light of the situation, but…She would be able to tell he was serious about this. For if they crossed this line into whatever this was between them, there would be no going back.

He gingerly took the blade and set it aside, still comfortably within her reach, if she so wished. Elijah had to give her that option, figuring if she changed her mind last minute…

“I’m curious…do you truly wish for me to bite you again or…” he leaned in closer to her face, his eyes settling in on that pretty pout of hers, the tension about to burst in between them. His hands had somehow managed to make their way back to the sides of her hips, his gentle yet firm hold on her was accidentally pressing her further more against him- to which was not his intent— or was it? One hand then moved against her back and he caressed her there momentarily, to which he probably shouldn’t have. Leaning his head back down, she would be able to feel his fangs gently scratching at the delicate skin on her neck once more. But he didn’t bite down this time, he wanted to hear what she would say, or at least…feel what she wanted him to do. Feeling his fangs like that would send a shiver of unexpected…pleasure up her spine, maybe even reluctantly so.
 
Isolde glanced back down at the dagger, his words reminding her that it was still pressed to his chest. "Right..." She muttered, turning her head to look at the blade as it was discarded to the side. But still within her reach in case she decided to reach for it. Normally she'd have her Hunter's Instinct telling her to reach for it, to stab him and run. But it was dead silent. The only thing in her mind was Elijah. The feeling of his lips against her neck, fangs piercing her skin. The hope that maybe...just maybe he would do it again.

As his hands made their way to her hips, she kept her gaze on his eyes. Trying to gauge how much of this was the heat of the moment or truth. She couldn't tell you for herself, everything inside her just felt...scattered. "Elijah..." She whined as his grip seemed to have pushed her further against him, something she had been half-tempted to do herself. "Don't...don't tease..." She was going to lean in, close that distance, but then his head dipped back down to her neck. His fangs...he didn't bite into her, she could feel that. What she could feel was them scratching at what felt like the same spot she felt him lingering. Like he knew exactly where and how to tease her.

She felt herself slowly start to rock her hips, trying to create some sort of friction. But she didn't want to stop. She had this burning desire, for him. "Please..." She pleaded, wanting to feel the pleasure of his bite. Why it brought her pleasure, she didn't understand. But she wanted that feeling back, she understood that much. One of her hands came up to the back of his neck, as if urging him to bite down.
 
Feeling Isolde begin to slowly rock her hips had brought a new sensation to him, a deep ache --no, an urge. Elijah, being as old as he was, certainly had experienced one night stands before...but never to the extent of this, never to the extent of actually desiring someone's blood, and to desire that person in it's stead. The desire began to burn deeply within his chest, almost as if that vervain soaked blade from before had pierced it. And as Isolde practically pushed his face further against her skin, Elijah couldn't help but savor the way her skin scented -- it smelled sweet, despite the way her blood had lingered in his mind, he would be lying if he said Isolde didn't have a pleasant scent to her skin. But, as he listened to the way her blood flowed through her veins, hearing her begging and whimpering for him to not tease, he decided to take it further again. But he went to bite her in a new area, lower on her neck and more towards her collarbone.

The bite itself would feel less painful than before, and that was probably due to how his venom currently was influencing her actions. Well, again, vampire venom only heightened feelings and desires that were already there, even the subconscious ones. Along with the bite, Isolde would hear Elijah's muffled moans again as his hands on her body began pressing her more into his frame. And then came that warmth once more from the way his venom trickled down into her bloodstream, filtering in and filling her with more pleasure than before. Elijah on the other hand had more of a clear mind this time, and was taking his sweet time in tasting her once more. Her blood flowed over his tongue and slowly down his throat that Isolde would surprisingly not feel lightheaded. Whatever he was doing.. was preventing her from feeling too lightheaded. Unbeknownst that it was also his venom causing that effect. But Elijah had only known that it worked as such on those who felt the same desires as his own.

He forced himself to move away from her, slowly retracting his fangs and licking near the bite wound -- not over it this time. It would leave a throbbing, yet pleasurable pain to Isolde's body. And with the way his hands were caressing her, beginning to explore her curves for the first time.. She would be able to see just how much Elijah wanted this as well. All he knew was that there was a beautiful woman straddling him and the way her blood tasted to him would be the closest he would ever be able to reach towards heaven. Her blood brought him pure, unbridled ecstasy.

"Isolde..." Elijah's voice sounded desperate, "May I go further?" he asked next, his hands looming closely to her pants. He wanted them off. He wanted no restrictions nor barriers between them. But he forgot a crucial thing...... Isolde was still on her period. Not like that would prevent him from...things, but certainly, if he truly wished to do more than what she probably thought, would she be okay with him.. and his tongue...there? He waited for her answer, although he began to leave kisses on her neck and had started trailing down towards where her shirt collar began, wondering if she would take it off for him.
 
The grip on his neck tightened ever so slightly as she felt his fangs sink into her neck. But it wasn't the same spot as before, lower...though she wasn't complaining. Isolde let out a faint moan, the bite sending a greater wave of pleasure through her body. Her movements became more desperate, her free hand moving to hold on to his shoulder to keep her steady. Despite the slight headache from the first initial bite, she wasn't feeling it get worse. She assumed it had something to do with the venom. But she wasn't focusing enough on that to care, she just wanted him. Now.

As he pulled his fangs out from her skin, she leaned towards him, as if trying to draw out the feeling. Whining at the way he seemed to still tease her, licking around the wound rather than the wound itself. But she wasn't complaining too much, the pain was more pleasurable than painful. "Elijah...I said don't tease me..." She muttered, closing her eyes as she soaking in the feeling of his tongue on her neck and his hands on her body. Gods the things she wanted to do to him and him to do to her. Not to mention the way he said her name. He wanted this just as much as she did.

Isolde slowed her movements, nodding her head. "Yes...please" She pleaded, desperate to feel the things Elijah was capable of making her feel. OF course she would return the favor, she wanted to hear more of those sweet moans that came from this man. The thought sent a jolt of excitement through her body. With how close his kisses made their way down to the collar of her shirt, she aided in letting him continue, moving both her hands down to the hem of the clothing. Then, in one swift motion she pulled it over and off her body, leaving her chest covered by the bra she wore. It was a black lacy one, matching her panties underneath the pants. Elijah would soon notice that once they came off. He would also notice that on the inner part of her forearm, just above her wrist, was a tattoo of a stake, with some sort of silver touches to it. She earned it after her first solo hunt. It used to be something the wore with pride, but now she was here, with the exact creature she was supposed to hate. And if Elijah were to flip her over, or get a glimpse of her back, there would be a tattoo of a raven, wings expanded. It was her favorite animal, she even had a pet raven back at the guild. Those were all that marked her body, except for a bite scar and the marks from Elijah just now.

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Elijah had drawn back the moment she had begged him to continue, and he had watched her in one fluid motion take off the shirt that she wore. Once she had presented herself to him, his eyes could not help but wander down her frame and focus in on the bra she was wearing, taking in on how it held up her beautifully sculpted breasts. He felt his own breathing hitch slightly as his hands had begun to undress her lower half, sliding her out of her pants and practically tossing them to the side without a second thought.

He had briefly saw the tattoo on her forearm but paid it no mind as he instantly leaned forward and began to kiss on her neck once more, kissing over the bite mark he had left behind and slowly moved his way down her body. He had appreciated the looks of her lacy black bra, but he wasn’t here to just admire how she’d look…and so, his soft lips had begun tracing over the outline of her upper chest, and then in between the middle of them before trailing his kisses further down. He did all of this while gently laying her back against the cool concrete floor.

He’d admit the conditions weren’t ideal, but the desire and urge he felt was too strong to really care about that for now.

As he neared in between her legs, he pulled his head back and leaned up. His fingertips began to tug at her underwear, slowly sliding them down. He took note of what she was currently wearing, and considering on how thick the pad appeared, he wondered if her flow was particularly heavy. He was about to find out. Elijah’s eyes fell on what laid in between her legs, and before she was even able to say anything—his fingers started to trace her most delicate areas gently and sensually. Suddenly, Isolde would then feel two of his fingers push into her for the first time, curling up and brushing against where her gspot was located. As Elijah did this, his eyes would trail back up to her face, wanting to witness her reaction.
 
Isolde's breathing grew heavy, her chest rising and falling uneven, as she helped to make it easier to slide off her pants. She didn't give them a second glance as they were discarded to the side, letting him lay her down as she could feel his kisses trail down her body. As her back made contact with the cool concrete, she let out a soft gasp, arching her back slightly at the sudden temperature change. It was out of shock at how cold it felt against her bare skin, but she eventually settled back as her body adjusted to the cooler temp. This certainly wasn't how she imagined this going at all, not that she did originally. But then...well...this all happened.

She watched him carefully as he made his way in-between her legs. Her flow had been slightly heavier than it had been the last few cycles. It was as if her body knew that she was going to be around Elijah. Like it was ready for him. And she was, in so many ways, ready for him to just devour her. She'd feel him tracing those sensitive spots, going to say something, "Elijah-" Before she could even get his name out completely, the sudden pleasure hit her. She let out a moan as he hit that sweet spot, arching her back slightly and rolling her eyes back. "Fuck!" She whined out. Now she lost what she was going to even say in the first place, it wasn't important.

She could feel her heart beating faster, her breath quickening this time, small moans coming from her as she took in the sensations. Everything inside her felt so heightened, her hormones were already everywhere because of her period, now the venom that coursed through her bloodstream. And of course, the general attraction she felt for this man. She could already feel an orgasm bubbling up, it'd been a while since someone hit that spot so perfectly, so the immediate pleasure that came brought her a bit closer to the edge than usual.
 
Elijah felt proud of her reaction to his ministrations, and even more so when she cursed and moaned out his name oh so sweetly. He couldn’t help but smirk ever so slightly as he leaned his body forward and used his free hand to wrap around her back while she arched, and suddenly unclasped her bra with one easy motion. Her bra was then pulled away by that same hand, even all the while when his other preoccupied hand had begun to move faster within her— his fingers pulling out, pushing further within her and pressing up again and again into her gspot repeatedly. Elijah’s thumb then pressed where her clit was, rubbing the small aroused bud in tight, focused circles.

He had heard the way her moans were, and he definitely wished to bring her to that first orgasm. So Isolde would then see his head dip down and towards her now exposed chest, kissing the tops of both briefly before he moved his kisses down to one of her nipples before he gently took one into his mouth, sucking and tugging on it ever so gently. He could feel the warmth of Isolde on his fingers still, and he only hoped this would help her release for the first time. But even after she would cum, he knew he wouldn’t be done in warming her up for the main event, to which lay behind the pants he still wore. But that could wait just a bit longer— as he wanted her to feel more pleasure than she has ever experienced before.
 
Isolde gasped softly at the sudden exposure of her breasts. She barely had time to process it before she let out a string of incoherent swears as he moved faster inside her, going deeper each time his fingers pushed inside her while also rubbing circles around her clit. Gods this man knows what he's doing, and he's doing it so fucking well. She brought one hand to hold onto his shoulder, tightening the grip as he took one of her nipples into her mouth. Looking to Elijah for a brief second, the way he looked with her breast in his mouth. Gods that was a hot sight to see

Then she could feel herself start to teeter to the edge of her orgasm. And suddenly she had the urge for him to bite her again. But not on her neck, her breast. But before she could even form the words to ask - no - beg him to bite her, she came around his fingers, biting her lip hard as she groaned, rolling her eyes back. "Fuck..." She was panting, trying to catch her breath as she felt aftershocks of the orgasm throughout her whole body. This was certainly the first time she'd felt this good after an orgasm. And she couldn't tell how much of the wetness she felt was from her arousal, her period, or her cum. It all just mixed together.

"Please...Elijah..." She spoke in between breaths, trying to get the words out. "B...bite me." She pleaded, bringing her free hand to run her fingers through his hair, stopping at the back of his head and tightening her grip on his hair. The bite mark above her collarbone throbbed, but not in pain, as she felt a desire to feel his fangs sink into her skin once more. The grip she had on his hair softened as she brought her hand down to reach under his shirt, maybe trying to slide the fabric off. But she wouldn't do so, not yet. She simply wanted to feel his skin against hers, though she was sure she was about to get plenty of that soon enough.
 
Elijah had pulled away briefly from his attentions to her nipple, and she would be able to see that from his mouth there was a single gossamer strand of saliva trailing from where he had just let go of-- a soft pop could also be heard when he had pulled back. He had felt and heard her urgency, the clear desperation in Isolde's voice.. and he would deliver. Feeling her brush underneath his already opened buttoned shirt, he couldn't help but give her a flash of his fangs as he smirked towards her. He then had brought his eyes down to where he wished to bite, deciding to bite right on top of her innermost left breast, being near her heart. His free arm wrapped around her once more and pressed her further into his frame while he bit down almost greedily, soon closing his eyes and moaning from the taste alone. The sweetness and richness of her blood had deepened immensely due to her recent orgasm and he only wished to experience more of how it tasted. And, if she always tasted like this after she came, he knew that her blood would become even more addicting to him than it already had started to be. Not to mention how warm her blood had felt as he drank it down bit by bit. He only pulled his fangs away to lick at the blood that had escaped his mouth which had been dripping down her delicate skin.

He did all of this while his fingers had still remained within her, and Isolde would have felt him move them every now and then, most likely to continue to 'tease' her, and trying to coax forth another orgasm. To his knowledge, women were able to have orgasm after orgasm, and he wanted to test her limits. Elijah wanted to hear Isolde cry out again from his actions, to hear and watch her being a breathless, hot and horny mess had turned him on further than he had expected. So he pulled back fully, and what he was about to do next would probably catch Isolde off guard. He slowly pulled both of the fingers he had inside of her out and Isolde would see him look down to it. Although the black, dark veins from his feeding earlier had remained, something about his eyes were different as he had gazed at her blood now. Almost as if...he no longer looked at it from a primal need - but more so from a desiring point of view. Elijah would then flick his eyes up towards Isolde's flushed face, wanting to make sure she would be watching what he began to do next.

Elijah brought the mixture of Isolde's cum, arousal and blood on his fingers to his lips, before he slowly and sensually licked it off with his tongue and practically sucked them clean. He did so in a way so that she would be able to watch him do so. And the moan that erupted from him while he savored the flavors was deep and a bit lower sounding than his previous moans. But it held the same fluctuation from before, clearly showing that he enjoyed the mixture. The conjoining of flavors had tasted bittersweet, yet with that same richness he had tasted earlier from his previous bite. If he had to describe it further, it was almost as if it had been a finely aged wine, and he began to want more. He had never done such a thing before with a woman -- tasted her in quite such a vulnerable predicament. Yet he was going to. So, before Isolde would be able to object to any advances, Elijah's head was already in between her legs, his mouth would be placed right on top of her sensitive folds. The feeling of his tongue that had pushed deep within her would feel very cold against her very hot insides, but would also feel pleasurable in its own way. Elijah had began to lick fervently, tasting what exactly had been teasing him earlier in the car. His tongue was quick to move up towards Isolde's clit, flicking the sensitive bud while his mouth began to suck on it, hoping that motion would cause Isolde more pleasure. She would also be able to feel his muffled moans, the soft vibrations would provide an ever so slight further pleasure than expected.
 
Isolde’s breath hitched the moment Elijah pulled away, the soft pop of his mouth releasing her skin echoing in her ears like a spark catching flame. Her eyes fluttered open just in time to catch the glint of saliva stretching between his lips and her nipple, the sight alone made her thighs press together, her body already aching for more. And then she saw that smirk, those fangs, and the look in his eyes that she couldn’t tell if it was hunger, desire, or both. She barely had time to brace herself before he sank his teeth into the soft swell of her breast, just above her heart. The pain was sharp, immediate, but it melted quickly into a heat that radiated outward in waves. Her fingers clenched around the fabric of his shirt, her breath catching in her throat as he moaned against her skin. The sound was low, reverent, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

She could feel the way he drank from her, as if her blood was something rare and exquisite, something he’d been craving for centuries. And maybe he had. The thought made her dizzy. Her body was still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax, and now, with his fingers still inside her, moving with maddening slowness, she felt herself spiraling again. “Elijah…” gasped, her voice barely audible. When he finally pulled back, she let out a disappointed whine. She didn’t want him to stop. And then he looked at his fingers. She watched, breathless, as he brought them to his lips. The way he licked them clean, slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact, made her stomach twist with heat. The moan that rumbled from his throat was darker this time, more guttural, and it sent a feeling of longing straight through her.

She didn’t have time to react before he was between her thighs again, his mouth pressing against her with a hunger. The cold of his tongue against her heat made her cry out, her hips jerking upward as pleasure surged through her body. The licking, sucking, teasing and the vibrations of his moans against her sensitive flesh made her vision blur. She was unraveling. Again. Both her hands found his hair, her fingers tangling themselves in the strands as she clung to him. “Elijah,” she gasped, her voice breaking on his name. She cried out his name again, thighs clenching around his head as she rapidly approached her next orgasm.
 
Elijah’s mouth continued to bring Isolde closer and closer to her next orgasm. And he would be lying if he himself hadn’t already prematurely came from the very taste and sight of her. His hands kept hold of her hips, bringing her closer to his mouth as she had bucked herself forwards, almost as if she was riding on the way his tongue slithered in and out of her very sensitive depths. His mouth and chin were both covered in dark crimson streaks of blood, and the honey dripping arousal which flowed from her— but he didn’t mind at all. Elijah had never been a messy eater, but with Isolde he could not contain himself. He wanted, craved—and desired deeply for the woman who was in front of him. Something about the way her blood had influenced him but subconsciously there had been something there to begin with.

He wanted Isolde to cum a second time, and with the way her thighs pressed around his head, and how her hands gripped his hair, he knew she wouldn’t be far off. He wanted to listen and savor those very moans and breathless gasps of his name even more. “Isolde…” he moaned out her name hotly, pausing ever so briefly to say this, “I want you to cum for me—“ he then leaned his head back in, going full force on everything he had been doing before. He wanted her to achieve the most possible pleasure she could from his actions before he even worried about his own pleasure.
 
Isolde’s thighs trembled around his head, not from restraint but from surrender. She could feel everything. The slick heat of her arousal, the slow trickle of blood from the bite near her heart, the cool air against her fevered skin. And Elijah - gods, Elijah - his mouth was carving pleasure into her with every flick and press. Her fingers gripped his hair, nails scraping against his scalp as she bucked forward, riding the rhythm of his mouth.

She saw the mess, the dark streaks of her blood across his chin, the glistening wetness smeared across his lips, and it should have been grotesque. But it wasn’t. And when he paused, just long enough to moan her name, her breath hitched. She felt the tension coil inside her, sharp and hot, winding tighter with every second. Her body was already trembling, her muscles taut, her heart pounding like a war drum. And then he dove back in, mouth greedy, tongue relentless, and she shattered.

Her orgasm tore through her, she cried out his name, loud, her voice echoing off the walls as her body convulsed. Her thighs clamped tighter and her fingers pulled harder as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. She felt herself unravel, piece by piece, her chest heaving as she tried to remember how to breathe. Her skin was flushed, damp with sweat and blood, her heart still pounding in her chest. She could feel the tremors in her limbs, the aftershocks rippling through her, almost stronger than her first orgasm.
 
Elijah had felt her release, the warmth that suddenly flooded his mouth made him pleased-- knowing he was able to bring her such pleasure made him happy, in his own way. He only pulled back once she had released him from her grip and he cleaned up his lips his with tongue, but his chin had stained now. He wiped it the best he could, but didn't get all of it. He probably wouldn't be able to considering if Isolde requested another bite from him any time soon.

Letting her come down from her high, he gave a smile to her, "How do you feel?" He asked, leaning back a bit. She would be able to tell how aroused he was still, the bulge in his pants quite obvious now, just begging to be released by her. But he made no move in asking her to do so, since he had only been focused on her pleasure and had not worried about his own. He had gotten more than enough when he had fed from her and had witnessed her reactions to his own actions to bring her that pleasure.
 
Isolde lay there, breath shallow, her body still humming with the aftershocks of release. She did let go of him shortly after, propping up on her elbows to see Elijah leaning back, his lips slick and stained, his chin imperfectly wiped. The sight of him, disheveled, marked by her in a way, sent a fresh wave of heat curling low in her belly.

She swallowed, her throat dry, and let her gaze drift downward, to the obvious bulge straining against his pants, to the tension still coiled in his body despite his restraint. He hadn’t asked for anything. “I feel…” she began, voice hoarse, lips parted as she searched for the right word. She sat up, sitting on her almost trembling knees as she brought a hand up to wipe off a more prominent smear of her blood off his jaw. “Ruined. In the best way.” She muttered, bringing her gaze to his lips before bringing them back up to his eyes. She felt…different now, everything she felt for Elijah coming to light ever since the first bite. Things she…never knew she felt before. She wasn’t complaining, but it certainly was something that felt as if her previous beliefs, or thoughts towards him were…ruined. Ruined and rebuilt into something better than before.

Her fingers slid down his chest, tracing the line of his open shirt, feeling the heat of his skin beneath. “But…I would love it if you let me give something back.” she muttered, wanting to return the pleasure he had just given her. Her hands started to make their way down to the button of his pants, stopping just before actually undoing them. She wanted to make sure she could go further, keeping her focus on his face.
 
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Elijah may not have been able to control his blood lust, but controlling his own restraint for pleasure was something he could still have a hold on... even now. At least, that's what he had thought. It was only until Isolde had mentioned that she had felt ruined in the best way did he feel like he wanted to explore his own pleasure even more. To Elijah, seeing Isolde a breathless, disheveled mess somehow began to turn him on further-- and it didn't help when she had wiped off a smear of blood off of his jaw.

It was only when she had slid her hands down his chest, saying she would love it if he let her give something back. His eyes flickered ever so slightly, surely they didn't change a different color? Either way, the look of desire was prominent when he laid his eyes on her face. As she reached his pants she would see no resistance from him what so ever. Elijah then nodded to her, "Sure thing love, I'm all yours.." he said with a small smirk. He looked forward to seeing what exactly she had planned for him.

(I'm just now thinking back, it's funny how we don't even mention where their shoes go in all of this...XD)
 
Isolde’s breath was still shallow, her body flushed, but her focus had shifted entirely to him. The tremble in her limbs hadn’t faded, but it was no longer from her own release, it was from anticipation. From the thrill of watching Elijah come undone. She saw the flicker in his eyes, that subtle shift that hinted at something deeper stirring beneath the surface. Whether his eyes had changed color or not, she couldn’t be sure. But the way they locked onto hers made her pulse stutter

Her fingers worked slowly, undoing the button, easing the zipper down, revealing the hardness beneath. He was already aching for her. She wrapped her hand around him, gentle but firm, and watched his face. She began to move, her touch deliberate, her body guiding his, her lips trailing kisses along his neck and collarbone. She wanted to savor him, to explore every inch of him with the same devotion he had shown her. Her kisses deepened, slow and lingering, tasting the salt of his skin, the faint trace of her own blood still clinging to him. She shifted in his lap, her bare thighs pressing against his, her body still warm and pliant. Her movements were slow and sensual, wanting to take her time but at the same time she was eager for him to come undone with her touch. She wanted to learn how to please him in all the right ways, just like he did moments ago, sending her into two orgasms.

(You know what...I didn't even think about that. I also just remembered about her vervain rings....XD)
 
(Uhhh for continuity purposes we’ll just assume they had been discarded…XD)

When she had revealed himself o her, she would have noticed how he had already prematurely came, the thick, white stickiness would have covered the head of his length. Which, in itself was an impressive size, barely fitting in her small delicate hand. It was surprisingly cooler to the touch than the expected freezing— perhaps all the blood that Elijah had drank from her had got his own body to heat up, or it could have been from the feverish heat his body had experienced because of the werewolf venom.

Either way it throbbed in Isolde’s hands, and Elijah couldn’t help but moan out from her actions, leaning back when she straddled him and began to kiss on his neck, slow and sensual. One of his hands reached up and touched on her back, gently pressing her closer to him. His moans were surprisingly quieter than before, more breathless with grunting that…came out in whimpers. He had closed his eyes while she practically teased him with her body heat, and he knew he could move her any time that he wanted, but he was melting like putty in her very capable hands. “Isolde—“ he moaned out her name sweetly, his lips parting- perfect for a kiss, if she so desired. He pressed up into her hand, obviously showing that he was practically close in releasing already, but perhaps this was because of how he had felt towards how she had reacted from his actions to her. Clearly he was sensitive, and clearly it had seemed he hadn’t experienced touch like this, in a very, very long time. “Fuck, k-keep…keep doing it, like that,” he encouraged her as his thick, veiny shaft continued to throb in her hands, ready to burst at any moment.
 
Isolde’s breath caught as she took in the sight of him — the thick, pearlescent release already glistening at the head of his length. Her fingers curled around him, barely able to contain his size in her delicate grip, and the coolness of his skin surprised her. Not icy, not lifeless, just simply unexpected. Then again, this was her first time with a vampire, so she wasn’t exactly sure what to expect or how different it was going to be.

She stroked him slowly, deliberately, watching the way his body responded - the subtle twitch of his hips, the way his chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, the soft, broken sounds that escaped his lips.

When he reached for her, his hand pressing gently against her back, she leaned into him, letting her body mold to his. Her lips found his neck again, trailing kisses along the curve of his throat, slow and reverent. She kissed the corner of his mouth, then his parted lips, tasting the breathless moan that followed. Along with a copper taste that she assumed was her own blood. Her hand continued its rhythm as his body pressed into her hand, desperate and trembling, and she could feel how close he was. “Let go,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. She adjusted her grip slightly, letting her thumb drag across the slick head, spreading the earlier release as she continued to stroke him
 
Elijah had kissed Isolde in return, from just the feeling of her lips against his she had brought him immense pleasure.. he knew that kissing her would be just as wonderful as drinking her blood. He wouldn’t be able to get enough. But for now, she could feel his release growing closer and closer- and with the words she had told him to do, he couldn’t help it anymore and his release burst from his tip, inciting a deeper, hotter moan from Elijah as he leaned into her touch. It came out in short, yet heavy waves- practically coating it all over her hand.

He was out of breath, the pleasure that had reached him left his body buzzing all over. His eyes locked onto Isolde’s and she could very much tell that his length, although softened ever so slightly was still hard. But he didn’t make any moves that would incite that he wanted more. That would be up to Isolde if she wanted to continue. Especially since they were so close in this moment she could practically just…slide onto him, if that’s where she wanted to take it. But again Elijah made no moves, not caring about his own pleasure, only wanting what Isolde was comfortable in doing.
 
Isolde’s hand stayed steady as Elijah’s release spilled over her fingers in thick, pulsing waves. His hips jerked beneath her, his moan deepening into something raw and unfiltered. Her grip loosened slightly, not pulling away, just easing the pressure as his climax tapered off. The mess coated her hand, warm and slick.

There wasn’t anything to clean up nearby, other than her own clothes. So instead, she brought her hand up between them, deliberately slow, letting him see every glistening streak across her fingers. She kept her gaze steady, focused on him as she parted her lips and dragged her tongue across the pad of her thumb, tasting him without hesitation. Her tongue moved with purpose, licking each finger clean, one by one, until her hand was bare again.

Isolde leaned in, her clean hand sliding up his chest, nails grazing lightly across his skin. She did make sure to note that he was in fact, still hard. And as she made that note, her lips brushed his jaw as her hips shifted and she lifted herself up slightly to line herself up with him. Though she wouldn’t bring herself down until she got confirmation from Elijah, pulling her head back to look at him, “May I?” She asked…while it seemed like a foolish way to say it, her focus was mostly on him and his pleasure now.
 
Elijah had been panting, feeling his high still buzzing throughout his body while Isolde took her hand and began to clean it with her tongue. In a fashion similar to how he had done earlier, he watched her with intent, seeing the way she lapped up his release like it had been the only thing she had desired to taste. He couldn’t help but feel ever so slightly warm at the cheeks, his flushed expression was most likely the after affects from the fever his body was still recovering from, or from her actions… maybe both, presumably.

But Isolde wouldn’t have to linger on that thought for long once she had neared him and kissed his jawline once more, the simple action causing the vampire underneath her to moan out softly. Her touch alone from her hand sent shivers of pleasure up through his spine, and he reciprocated with his own hands, pressing against her back running all the way down to her hips to hold her there. “Of course love, you may…” he murmured out softly, leaning forwards and capturing her lips in a firm yet passionate kiss.
 
Isolde let out a soft hum at the confirmation against his lips as he captured her in a kiss. She matched the pressure of his lips with her own needy rhythm. Her hands traced his body once more, feeling the heat from his release faintly on her skin and the taste of him lingered on her tongue.

Without breaking the kiss, she lowered herself. Her body was slick, warm, ready. For him. Pressing down slowly, she could feel him filling her inch by inch, stretching her slowly to fit him as she went until he was deep inside her. She let out a quiet groan against his lips as she settled fully onto him. Her hands braced against his shoulders, nails digging into the skin lightly, her thighs tightening around his waist.

Then she began to move, slow at first, rolling her hips in a steady rhythm that kept him deep. She pulled away from the kiss for air, soft whines escaping her throat from the pleasure that was building up inside her. Though she quickly went back in, ghosting her lips over his before dipping back down to plant small kisses along his jaw.

Her pace built up gradually, and the feeling for…another bite came forward again. Her hips rocked harder now, the friction between them growing, her body clenching around him with every downward grind. The bite mark on her breast started to throb slightly as the desire came on more strongly. “F…fuck…” She muttered, “Bite me…p-please…” She pleaded, pulling back to give him an almost begging look. She wasn’t sure why the idea of him biting her was now such an arousing thought, but it was and she wanted more.
 
Elijah continued to kiss Isolde, his lips finding exactly how soft her own felt, and he only desired more. But when she started to lower herself down on his cock for the first time, Elijah moaned out hotly against her lips, his breath shuddering from just how warm she felt. He enjoyed how she wrapped around him tightly and noticed that he had begun to stretch her out almost instantly.

It was when she pulled away from his lips did Elijah curse, “Shit—y-ou—“ he began, his hands were still on her hips, almost as if he was helping her guide herself over him as she moved. With each slide of her slick, warm depths over his shaft, he could feel his body begin to build up to a second orgasm, knowing that it wouldn’t be far away. The moment she came back for another kiss and began to place her lips across his jaw once more, did he feel like he wanted to take over. Perhaps it was the way her fingernails dug into his shoulders, or how every touch, and feeling of her being with him ignited the burning desire he felt for her. And it only began to burn brighter and hotter with each passing moment.

But the request of another bite caught him off guard, as he wasn’t expecting her to be so…wanting of it, desiring his bite in this sense was new for him, but of course— he wasn’t going to complain. But he did something Isolde wouldn’t probably expect. He suddenly leaned her over and pressed her back against the ground, his hands now pulling her legs up and close to him as he settled in between her. Elijah looked over her beautiful face and his eyes searched briefly before he dipped his head down to kiss on her neck once more. As he kissed her, she would feel the scraping of his fangs across her skin again, and then that quick, sharp pain would follow— but the pain would feel pleasurable, and the moans Elijah was making against her neck as he drank would definitely tell he was enjoying this.

While he fed on her, Elijah took it upon himself to start driving his hips forward, pushing himself in and out of her with a speed she wouldn’t have been able to reach on her own. It was fast enough to be pleasurable but also slow enough to where she would last just a bit longer with him. And as she would feel him continue to drink, he pulled back only briefly to moan up into her ear— “You taste just as wonderful as you feel—“ his words were hot, and very deep with desire laced into them. He then went and licked across her neck before biting into another spot onto her delicate flesh, moaning out again as the warm blood flooded his mouth. He wouldn’t be able to ever go back to synthetic blood ever again, not after when he had tasted Isolde in so many ways.
 
Isolde hadn’t expected him to move so suddenly, the shift in control startled her but only slightly. One moment she was guiding him, her body wrapped tightly around his, her lips grazing his jawline, and the next, her back was pressed against the cool surface beneath them, legs lifted and drawn close as Elijah settled between her thighs. Her breath hitched, not from discomfort, but from the sheer intensity of the moment. Her fingers curled around his forearms, nails grazing his skin as he leaned in and kissed her neck.

The scrape of his fangs was familiar now, almost expected, and when he bit down, the pain was sharp but fleeting, it was quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure that rolled through her like heat. Her body arched into him, from both instinct and desire. She wanted him to take what he needed, and she wanted to feel it all. As he drank, his hips began to move and Isolde gasped softly, her hands sliding up his back, feeling the flex of muscle beneath cool skin.

She wrapped her legs tighter around him, drawing him in deeper, her breath coming in short, controlled bursts. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he moaned against her neck, the sound vibrating through her skin. The sensation of his mouth feeding and his body driving into hers created a layered pleasure that left her dizzy. And his words right before he licked across her neck to heal one bite and create another made her shiver. “F-fuck...” She muttered, feeling the tension building again, the pressure coiling low in her belly, and she knew he was close too. His pace was measured, but intense, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. She tilted her head to give him more access, her eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure and pain blurred together.
 
Elijah drank from Isolde steadily, making sure she wouldn’t go too lightheaded. But considering how delectable her blood was on his tongue, he probably would have to feed her his own blood after all of this just so that she could regain her strength. For now though, he continued in his thrusts— hearing how wet she was with each thrust forward made Elijah to take up a bit more speed than before, knowing they wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

While he did this, Isolde would be able to hear his own panting and the deep, guttural moans from him once more while he both drank and fucked her. All the while his body continued to hover over her, his strong forearms holding Isolde’s legs close to him while he felt her draw him closer with each thrust. One hand managed to slip up and begin to play with the breast he had bitten earlier— squeezing and kneading the soft mound of flesh with his fingers, deliberately bushing over the bite he had left behind. Elijah couldn’t help himself in doing so, perhaps because he wanted to hear her cry out for him, to cry out his name on those beautiful lips of hers. It was clear that Isolde’s blood was inciting desires that he never knew existed up until this night.

While Isolde brought him deeper within her, Elijah couldn’t help but smirk slightly against her neck. He pulled away once more, moving his mouth up towards her ear yet again, “That’s it love…pull me closer, let yourself go entirely—“ he encouraged her. And with that, he did another slow and deliberate lick across her neck, only grazing the previous bite, not healing it this time. She would feel his length throb faster, and somehow it doubled in its size while it swelled up to give her his own second release. He theoretically knew he couldn’t get Isolde pregnant if he came inside of her, but he still felt as if he should pull out. But he wouldn’t do so until she reached her own climax— that is, if she let her grip of him go.. even though he had his vampiric strength to pull away from her, he had no desire in doing so.
 
Isolde’s body was burning with sensation. Every thrust Elijah gave her sent a ripple through her core, each one deeper, wetter, more urgent than the last. She could hear the slick sound of their bodies meeting, could feel the way her own arousal coated him, making it easier for him to drive into her with increasing speed. Her breath came in short, sharp bursts, her chest rising and falling beneath him as she clung to the rhythm he set. His mouth at her neck was a constant presence - warm, wet, and dangerous. She felt the steady pull of his feeding, the way his lips sealed over the bite, the way his tongue lapped at her skin between swallows. It should have made her weak, but instead it made her ache. Her blood was leaving her, yes, but so was her restraint. Her fingers dug into his back, nails scraping across his skin as he thrust harder, faster. She could feel the tension building inside her with every stroke. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, locking him in, refusing to let him go. She didn’t care about anything but the way he felt inside her - thick, pulsing, and impossibly deep.

When his hand found her breast, the one he’d bitten earlier, she gasped. His fingers were rough, deliberate, brushing over the tender mark with a kind of reverence that made her shiver. Her back arched, pressing her chest into his palm, and she moaned loud, unfiltered, her voice echoing off the walls around them. “Elijah,” she breathed, her voice cracking with need. “Don’t stop.” She could feel him swelling inside her, the way his cock throbbed faster, harder, preparing to release again. Her body clenched around him, desperate to pull him deeper, to keep him there until she shattered. She was close. So close.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “I want it. All of it.” And with that, her climax hit. Her body arched beneath him, her muscles tightening, her breath catching as waves of pleasure crashed through her. She cried out his name again, louder this time, her voice raw and trembling. She didn’t let go. Not until she felt him release inside her. Only then did she loosen her grip, her limbs falling limp around him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
 
Everything about the woman underneath him was pure perfection, and Elijah couldn't help but drink in the sight of Isolde. He would burn this image of her to his memory, forever keeping it close. The way she responded to his touches, to his bites -- it was more than enough to bring the vampire over the edge once more. She had told him to not stop, and he wouldn't. Even as her legs wrapped tighter, pulling him in deeper. Her desperate breaths and moans were beautiful music to his ears, and he knew in the future, if something like this ever happened again, he would want to hear her cry out his name again and again.

It was the moment when she whispered out that she wanted all of him did he lose his hold over his climax, and as she tightened around him once more, he could not hold back. Her name fell from his own lips in a cry of pleasure, their bodies pressing up against one another as his thick, heavy release flooded inside of Isolde, coating her insides in several waves. Surprisingly enough, considering his second release had been just as much as his first. Once she loosened her grip, Isolde would feel him hold her close to him, kissing over her neck gently as they both came down from their shared high. "Isodle, darling--" he began softly, and she would see him bite into his wrist, drawing blood there. "Please, take some.. I want you to recover your strength," he told her now, obviously worried he had pushed her too far.
 
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