Emaria forced her breathing to even out as he stepped back. But it turned out that her initial guess was more accurate than she had thought it to be. He could indeed smell her blood.
With his eyes closed, Emaria knew this was her chance. She could either run from the hell that this man was and would bring on her, or… she could walk right into the fire. Emaria could never resist a challenge.
In three swift steps, she was in front of him again, wrapping her fingers around his shirt and cooing softly. "You're not wrong. Make an exception."
Justin waited, to see what she would do. He had never forced himself upon someone. Always making it gentle, making sure his touch was wanted and welcomed. He was surprised though, at the girls words. He smiled again, his fangs once again flashing in the light.
"It may sting at first, but it usually feels good as long as you don't fight or tense up." He warns. He then leans his head down slightly, pressing his mouth against her neck.
Emaria wondered if her heart would ever manage to not skip a beat when she saw his fangs glint in the low lighting of the club. S&D was beginning to have a new meaning to her.
"Don't worry about me," she whispered. "I know how to enjoy myself."
As the vampire who's name she didn't even know leaned toward her neck, Emaria inclined her head in the same direction to give him as much room as he wanted. She took a breath to relax and then waited for the bite to come.
Justin took a breath and then bit into the main artery in her neck. He took a long, deep pull on her blood. He wondered at the taste. Not just life, but magic as well. He should make a habit of feeding off of magical creatures more often. It was even more addicting than human blood.
He sighs softly, taking another long pull, then a few more. He had to force himself to pull away before he took too much from her body.
(Sorry, I had a hell of a day. My life is a fucking shitshow.)
The sound Emaria made was soft and needy at the same time. As he drew her blood into his fangs, she gripped his waist to keep her grounded. Though she heeded his advice and kept her body relaxed except for her hands.
Emaria marveled at his sigh. For a moment, she wondered what it was like for him. Feeding on blood night after night. How it tasted to him. Her eyes shut, heightening the intensity of the moment for her.
She whimpered quietly every time he sucked her, and when he finished, Emaria tried to catch her breath. "I've never felt anything like that before," she whispered, keeping her eyes closed.
(Lol, so is mine. Trying to secure a job and find school- lol)
Justin closes his eyes savoring the moment. He remembered the time, when he was mortal and had gotten into brawls, when blood had tasted coppery and salty. He remembered the night he got into a fight that changed his life. He sighs softly, after the fated night when he had been turned, blood changed. For him, anyways. Sometimes, he could taste the last meal the human ate. He could taste diseases, he could taste bloodlines. For example, if he fed from and mother and daughter, their blood would be similar. He could also taste the difference in species. He could smell almost all of these as well, but when he tasted them, it was so much stronger, and a much surer than smelling. And tasting the magic. . . well, that was an addiction right there.
He smiles at her, "Some vampires don't care for those they feed from, and in turn, don't take care to make it feel good. But I don't like the painful bites. Unless the person had done something that earned a painful bite, like seriously pissed me off."
He grins, teasing slightly.
(I was thinking- wouldn't the RP last longer than a night? So I was thinking, what if we called this 'The Thrills of Magic and Fangs'?)
(Okay! …also idea generated)
Emaria listened to him, only giving him the satisfaction of her eyes widening at his last comment. Then, she smirked right back at him.
“I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess you don’t normally take your meals to bed then,” she purred softly. Her hands on his waist remained there to steady her, but she also slipped her thumbs in the waistband of his pants and sensually caressed the bare skin they found. She had come looking for a good time for the night. She wouldn’t leave disappointed.
Justin watches her face and laughs softly at her remark, "Hah, well, sometimes I do. . . or they take me to bed, depends." Usually, Justin would go to bed with a man, but he could always be tempted by someone of the opposite sex. And this woman was definitely tempting.
He holds back the shiver when she touches his skin, raising an eyebrow, "Why, you interested?"
Emaria pursed her lips at his answer. Not what she had been expecting. Surprising, but intriguing. She let out a quiet, sultry laugh in return. Her fingers continued their little dance across his skin as she leaned closer and whispered, “Do you really think I’d still be here if I wasn’t? I don’t even know your name, and I’m already wondering how you will feel inside of me.”
She let a smirk play across her face, not afraid to show this vampire what she wanted. Let him see her desires. Let him take full advantage of them.
Justin laughs softly, a slight shiver running down his spine, "No, not really. But maybe you could just be enjoying yourself without wanting anything sexual. It's happened before, but rarely." He flashes another grin.
"My name? I may or may not tell you, depends." He tilts his head side to side slightly, "And, well, you might have to wonder a little longer, princess."
Emaria arched her eyebrows. "Fair enough," she replied cooly. It had happened to her on a few occasions too. His grin made her heart race, and she cursed herself as she realized he could probably hear – or feel – it too.
She narrowed her eyes at his answer. "Why so secretive about a name?" she murmured, eyeing him as he tilted his head. "Got something to hide, vampire?" His remark about waiting made Emaria huff quietly. She wasn't impatient, per say, but waiting for reprieve from her arousal was a different kind of waiting game.
(Psshh, sorry about the late reply)
Justin smiles and shakes his head slightly, not at anything particular. He looks at her, quiet and pondering for a moment, “Well, I don’t really AP hand out my name like candy. Lots can be done with a name, princess.”
He smirks, and watches her.
(You’re fine! I’ve been so fucking busy while also struggling with motivation recently, so… yep)
At his response, Emaria couldn’t help but scoff. She wasn’t a wicked kind of magic user. Not like he probably thought her to be. If anything, she was just reckless at times. Dangerous occasionally? Yes. But not wicked.
“Maybe we should find somewhere more private to talk,” she suggested, her tone hardly more than a purr.
(I could have sworn I replied to this. . . I’m kinda stuck on this rn- I’ll keep it on my radar best I can, but it may take a while.)
(It's okay! Take all the time you need, I've been trying to get better at rp responses recently, so no pressure here! :))
Justin tilts his head, his blue eyes flashing slightly with mirth, “Maybe.” He looks at he, smiling slightly.
He tilts his head ever so slightly, “It depends on what you want to talk about, princess. Or, if we’re even going to talk.”
