"That's just what I like to hear." The vampire's voice oozes with smug pride. His thumbs continue to rove in circles over their chest. How fun it is to hear them cry out. Max will almost certainly hear it, poor devil, but Erik has plans to make it up to his left-out pet later.
"Careful," he warns, but in a voice more teasing than serious, "taunt me too much and I may get impatient."
His hips sway lightly under Rowan's touch, seeming to welcome them to explore more of the firm muscles beneath their fingers. At the same time, the motion has his hardened cock brushing lightly against their front, claiming some of the stimulation Rowan refuses to otherwise give.
"Maybe I'll just have to incentivize you in some way."
His dominant hand trails down their front, away from their chest, down the soft flesh their belly, then lower, threatening to dip between their legs. The tips of his fingers dance feather-light through the hair of their mound, toying, petting, but not more. Not yet.
Who will get more impatient first, Rowan wonders, as Erik continues to play with their chest, his hard cock pushing against their stomach. Their nipples are hard under his playful touches, a flush beginning to spread across their collar as their breathing starts to speed up, eager, fluttering breaths leaving warm air between them.
It's such a clear sign of their arousal, that Erik might be surprised to find no obvious signs between their legs, even though they moan again when he teases. Rolling their hips, they push into his fingers, body begging for more, at the same time rubbing themself against his cock. It might not be the contact that he wants, but at least it's a little friction; a promise of more. At the same time, they trail fingers up his back, exploring there now, and using that hold as an excuse to draw themself in closer, closing even more of the gap between them.
"Does that mean I passed the examination and you're pleased with what you got, master?" They use master in a teasing, flirty way, a promise of playfulness more than a gesture of respect or an admittance of submission. "Do I get to do my own, or is there sommat you want to look into more thorough?" Their hands come up to his shoulders, and back over, trailing down between them once again until they're drifting dangerously close to his cock. "Maybe you need a little more persuading and I should give you a taste of how useful I can be." All he needs to do is ask! But there's something intoxicating, knowing they can play for control like this, pushing more and more to see how far they can go.
"I am pleased," the vampire admits easily enough. Well, look at them. They move with surety and grace, and they certainly know how to keep him interested with the way they press against him, building friction and building his desire at the same time.
There is still one question that's sticking in his mind, however. Because he has noticed that, despite their favorable responses, the moister between their legs is lacking. How torn he is, now, between wanting to ask more and wanting to know just what they might be able to do with that clever mouth of theirs.
Curiosity wins in the end. "I trust you know many forms of persuasion. But answer me one thing first."
His fingers finally do press in, teasing past their lips to dip in deeper. "I gather you have some special circumstances pertaining to your body. Is there more I should know? I do not want to misuse my special new Pet."
Good. Hopefully Erik will stay that way. Rowan wants to stay in his good books for now, and this is an easy way to do so. As his fingers dip into them, they moan, arching a little, body begging for more.
"It ain't too much of a faff, don't worry. Just a bit of lube and you're good to go." Rowan shifts, pushing up into those questing fingers, inviting him in. "I ain't as deep as some people, and won't stretch too big, so don't get too over ambitious if you want to get toys involved, but I got a prostate and all, so if you'd rather go for the other side, that's all yours as well." They're used to turning the downsides of their body into upsides, but honestly, they're pretty pleased with what they've got, and it's nothing that anyone who's gotten this far has ever had an issue with.
But just in case, they'll curl their fingers around his cock, brushing them over the head, and then lightly wandering their way along it, starting to explore.
"Ah, that is a relief to know." He sighs as their fingers curl around him, very easily smoothing over what small concerns he may have had.
"I like that there are so many ways for me to play with you." On the word "play" he presses two fingers deep into them, hooking around to stroke their inner walls.
"Yes. I like that a lot." Rowan may easily detect the sincerity in that, judging by how Erik's cock jumps in their hand.
"A-ah!" Rowan hadn't quite expected Erik to go straight for the prize, and as he curls his fingers up into them, they arch their back, gasping and tensing around him. It feels better than they expected, and they're falling deeper into the moment, letting their body lead the way. Erik knows what he's doing, and what else can they ask for really? As long as they keep showing him their own worth.
With that thought, they set about stroking him properly, rubbing their fingers along his length. Their grip isn't too tight, but it's not teasing any more either. They move their fingertips from spot to spot, seeking out what he likes best, what draws the best sounds from his lips. "Mm, well, I'm sure there'll be time to find all of your favourites." They offer, with a gentle squeeze.
That noise of surprise from them is a prize all its own. Can't let Rowan forget who the master is, even if they are driving his dick right this moment. As they arch their back into it, he curls his fingers deeper, crowding in even closer so he can blow surprisingly cool breath against their chest, his lips hovering over their collar bones. So tempting to take a taste...
"Plenty of time. Mmmmm." He hums a pleased noise as they set to stroking him, his breath hitching noticeably as they go lower on his shaft, close to his balls. "More there, if you please," he directs them, thrusting against their hand to encourage it.
Rowan is nothing if not attentive to their partners, and they catch that intake of breath. As Erik asks them, they’re already focusing in, low around the base of his cock, bringing in their other hand to gently fondle his balls as well. Look, they can behave, when the mood strikes.
Their breath comes in soft little gasps, moans and groans escaping with each one. They’re starting to squirm in Erik’s grasp, heart beat picking up as his hands work their own magic on them. It’s been too long since they were touched like this, and their body is as eager as ever, overruling any last hesitations in their mind.
"Yesss," he hisses softly as they fondle him. "Just like that." He can't help thinking how wasteful Brida had been. Rowan shows a real talent for taking cues.
He grins against their chest as his fingers keep slowly working in and out of them, spreading into a wider and wider V as he draws out, stretching and testing their limits. Those small sounds are music in his ears, but it's nothing compared to the way their heartbeat quickens. He can just imagine how good they will taste with their blood flooded in lust. It will be worth the patience. But even that begins to wane.
He raises his chin up so that his lips will brush against their ear as he croons, "I can feel you squirming. Shall I fuck you now, dear Rowan?"
Everything feels so good, Rowan’s lost in the moment. They could easily come this way - they have before, and brought partners to completion too. Blood thrums in their ears, and their toes curl underneath them, but they don’t cease or slow their own playing. Erik’s reactions start to draw out their own, responding to his arousal as much as his fingers and hand, as they close their eyes and push into him.
His words draw out a low, needy whine, and they push into him. Eyes open to reveal that they’re dark with need, a shiver going down their spine. When they tilt their head invitingly and purr, “how do you want me?”, the only manipulation in their voice is that of their own desire. But a second later they come to their senses enough to release one hand from Erik’s cock and stroke a finger down his chest. “We’ll need lube and a condom.”
Erik gazes deep into their dark eyes, reflecting back their need in his own amber ones. It's tempting to let them come like this, to stare them down while they lose themselves in the throes of orgasm. Yes, he wants to see it on their face, which makes the decision of how he wants them much easier to make.
"Call me a traditionalist," he says, already moving to push them down on their back, "But missionary suits me just fine. I'd like to keep you face-to-face."
As for their addendum, he barely bats an eye. Reaching to the night table, he lifts out a sealed foil packet and a small bottle of clear lube. "Not to fear, Max keeps his supplies at the ready. All in-date, I assure you."
There’s no resistance to Erik’s push, Rowan allowing him to reposition them without complaint. Only as he turns away, so they shift, unfolding their legs from underneath them and spreading them shamelessly so when he turns back his prize is presented to him.
“I trust you.” They have to. It’s interesting that Max is the one who keeps them and not Erik, but that’s something to think about when they’re not so preoccupied.
Normally they’d offer to help with the condom, but already on their back it’s an awkward angle and they can’t do their usual trick of using their mouth, so instead they reach for the lube. If Erik doesn’t stop them they’ll squirt a good measure directly between their legs, moaning and arching their back at the sudden chill, before using their fingers to hold their lips open, obscenely welcoming him in.
His lips tug into a smile, when he turns back around to find such a welcoming view, wide enough for fangs to poke out. But he is torn hearing those words.
Can he dispute that they trust him if they are opening their body to him? No. But there are two kinds of trust. Trust not to harm is reasonable. But he doubts it amounts to real faith, yet. That part needs to be earned. This is only the beginning. But that is all the further he wishes to consider the matter when he has far more pleasant things to attend to.
Taking himself in hand while they reach for the lube, he makes no attempt to stop them. No, he's enjoying the show and the confidence they have. It's a simple motion for him to roll the condom on. Once it's properly seated, he reaches forward to collect some of the slick from between their parted legs to lather over his cock first, taking to heart their warning about proper lubrication. But after that, well, he can't stand to refuse such a welcome from them.
"You are a thing of beauty," he croons as he shifts forward until his tip is grazing between their lips. "Let's hear some more of those moans." With that, he presses in, gentle and slow but with insistent pressure. He intends to keep going until they either tell him to halt or he finds the deepest part of them.
If it wasn’t for those fangs, Erik would be a welcome sight, cock in hand, ready to go. Rowan’s too worked up for them to pull them from the moment, though, arching their back as Erik slicks his fingers and then his cock from their own work.
Setting the lube aside, they settle back, moaning when the vampire leans over them and finally pressed down. Slim legs wrap around Erik’s waist, pulling him in with steady pressure as he’s welcomed into the most intimate part of them, warm and slick and tight around him. Rowan’s breath hitches, and they moan eagerly in the vampire’s ear. “Oh, fuck, yes!” And when their hips touch, Rowan uses their legs wrapped around Erik to tip themself forward a fraction, pulling him in just a fraction deeper with an eager groan.
As the two become joined, his eyes flutter shut. The better for him to focus on their tight wet cunt swallowing him in. He groans out a low and guttural noise of approval when their legs wrap around his hips, dragging him that extra distance.
"Fuck, yes," he agrees with just as much enthusiasm.
With eyes still closed, he can enjoy the way their breath hitches, listen to the racing of their heart, and, best of all, hear the wet sounds they produce as he begins to draw out only to thrust back in. He sets a slow, leisurely pace at first, one that dares them to use those legs if they want it harder and faster.
At first, Rowan is content to lie back and enjoy those long, slow thrusts, each one drawing a loud whine out of them as they wiggle with pleasure under Erik. But they’re already too worked up, and they were never very good at just lying back and taking it, so it’s not long before the vampire starts to feel pressure on his back where slim legs clamp down on him. They pull him in eagerly, arching their hips up to meet him with their loudest cry yet.
“Ah, yes!” There’s a sharp breath before they buck under him again, encouraging more.
A chuckle rumbles like silken thunder from his throat as he senses their impatience growing, culminating in a full-throated laugh as they arch and press against his back. He's tempted to tease, and show them that even with their enhanced strength he is difficult to move but... he decides to save that lesson for another time. He likes the sound of them crying out too much.
"When we are like this," he says, leaning down close to husk in their ear as he increases the speed of his thrust, "Speak my first name. I want to hear 'Erik' on your lips."
When they think back on the moment, Rowan won’t enjoy Erik’s laughter, but in the moment it washes over them. Sex is daft, but they don’t enjoy the fact that he seemingly finds their attempts to take some control funny. Or perhaps it’s their lack of strength? Rowan is weak at the best of times, but with their body still struggling from the abuse and the silver collar, there’s even less strength than normal in their limbs.
For now, though, their only focus is on his movements, and the way he presses down into them to speak to them. There’s a shiver as his cold chest touches theirs, a gasp of warm air on his cheek as he speeds up. “Oh, fuck!” They moan, squirming with pleasure, matching his pace with the thrust of their hips to meet his. It’s been so long since they were properly fucked. Their fingers dig into his back, and they continue to meet each thrust with their hips,
“A-ah, Erik, Erik!” They grant him, losing control enough to tip their head back and expose their long throat to him - or what’s visible under the collar, anyway. Poor Max will certainly get an earful of that.
Erik is too caught up in the heat of this moment to care if their fingers digging into him find old scars that cross the muscle of his back. The sounds of their moans, and the way they meet him at every thrust, is enough to drive any other thoughts from him. Nothing matters more than claiming their moment of climax between his teeth.
And as his name flies out from their lips, and their head tips back to expose their throat, he does claim the moment. Without so much as slowing down the rapid rhythm of his hips, he rears down and sinks his fangs into the flesh just above where the collar sits, and behind their ear. It's quick and precise, two points of pain in a flood of pleasure. He can't say their name back to them, but he does moan obscenely as the first tang of blood hits his tongue. His lips close on them, sealing it in, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. And still, his thrusts never relent.
In the heat of the moment, there is no pain for Rowan, just another sensation that feeds their pleasure. They arch beneath him, pressing their slim form up into his, as they seek more, body and pulse pulsing with the waves of their orgasm. They might be the furthest of their kind to an actual wolf, but even they recognise baring their neck to his bite as an act of submission, and it feels so wrong, but the wrongness feels so good. The taboo sustains their orgasm further, taking them to new heights as he continues fucking them.
But their blood is hearty, and almost too rich to drink deeply of, like a thick stew or a creamy soup. There’s a power in there as well, almost an adrenaline rush as Erik gets a taste of the wolf’s strength and connection to the world around them. As Brida promised, it’s more than any human’s blood could offer; a gift worth more than the goodwill of a new neighbour.
A few thick swallows in and Erik can feel already how satiating wolf blood truly is. He wants to take more, but it's too strong and too sweet. He's never before worried he might sicken himself on blood, but now he has the distinct sensation of the world coming alive around him--it's invigorating and disorienting. He teeters on the edge of a drop that might send him straight into beastly madness. With an abrupt jerk of his fangs, he pulls away, a little less carefully than he usually would. There's a trickle of their blood at the corner of his mouth and his dark, dark eyes smolder while he holds them in his hungry gaze.
But then, he starts to reach the crest of his own orgasm, and his eyelids flutter closed. A soft mewl of pleasure escapes his bloody lips and the movement of his hips ends with one last stuttering thrust. Buried deep in their delicious warmth, he shoots his load with such powerful force that it drags more desperate cries out of him, leaving him groaning softly as he comes down the other side of it.
The rough withdrawal is barely noticed: just another jolt of pain that only fuels their pleasure. Grey eyes are closed, head still arched back, their pulse racing.
Only as their orgasm fades do their eyes open again. That hungry look causes a shiver down their spine, but there’s only a fraction of a second before Erik comes, filling up the condom between them as he ruts deep into Rowan. The thought causes another shiver to go through them, and without noticing it, they lift their hips to meet his, milking him of the last few drops.
Only then does the tension in their form release, and they fall back into the bed, panting hard. “Mmmm…” They moan, exhausted, trying to find the strength to lift their hand to stroke Erik’s arm. They’re so spent, between the blood loss and still being in recovery; it leaves them light headed and limp, but humming with satisfaction. They also feel thoroughly possessed, and here in the afterglow, they find that they don’t mind that so much at all.
The grind of their hips manages to milk one last approving mewl from the back of his throat, just before they collapse beneath him, spent but thrumming with life. He shares that thrum now, full of blood with a new peachy flush in his cheeks. He can be strong enough for both of them.
He has enough awareness to draw himself out of them in time to keep the condom from spilling, quickly tugging it off and laying it aside for now. Then, on impulse in response to them stroking his arm, he slides it beneath them and gathers their limp form up, to cradle them close to his chest.
"I am glad to have you here in my home now, little Rowan," he coos softly into their ear. He's sure it's more than just the bliss talking.
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Date: 2021-09-30 06:12 pm (UTC)"Careful," he warns, but in a voice more teasing than serious, "taunt me too much and I may get impatient."
His hips sway lightly under Rowan's touch, seeming to welcome them to explore more of the firm muscles beneath their fingers. At the same time, the motion has his hardened cock brushing lightly against their front, claiming some of the stimulation Rowan refuses to otherwise give.
"Maybe I'll just have to incentivize you in some way."
His dominant hand trails down their front, away from their chest, down the soft flesh their belly, then lower, threatening to dip between their legs. The tips of his fingers dance feather-light through the hair of their mound, toying, petting, but not more. Not yet.
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Date: 2021-10-02 12:43 pm (UTC)It's such a clear sign of their arousal, that Erik might be surprised to find no obvious signs between their legs, even though they moan again when he teases. Rolling their hips, they push into his fingers, body begging for more, at the same time rubbing themself against his cock. It might not be the contact that he wants, but at least it's a little friction; a promise of more. At the same time, they trail fingers up his back, exploring there now, and using that hold as an excuse to draw themself in closer, closing even more of the gap between them.
"Does that mean I passed the examination and you're pleased with what you got, master?" They use master in a teasing, flirty way, a promise of playfulness more than a gesture of respect or an admittance of submission. "Do I get to do my own, or is there sommat you want to look into more thorough?" Their hands come up to his shoulders, and back over, trailing down between them once again until they're drifting dangerously close to his cock. "Maybe you need a little more persuading and I should give you a taste of how useful I can be." All he needs to do is ask! But there's something intoxicating, knowing they can play for control like this, pushing more and more to see how far they can go.
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Date: 2021-10-20 07:23 pm (UTC)There is still one question that's sticking in his mind, however. Because he has noticed that, despite their favorable responses, the moister between their legs is lacking. How torn he is, now, between wanting to ask more and wanting to know just what they might be able to do with that clever mouth of theirs.
Curiosity wins in the end. "I trust you know many forms of persuasion. But answer me one thing first."
His fingers finally do press in, teasing past their lips to dip in deeper. "I gather you have some special circumstances pertaining to your body. Is there more I should know? I do not want to misuse my special new Pet."
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Date: 2021-10-20 08:28 pm (UTC)"It ain't too much of a faff, don't worry. Just a bit of lube and you're good to go." Rowan shifts, pushing up into those questing fingers, inviting him in. "I ain't as deep as some people, and won't stretch too big, so don't get too over ambitious if you want to get toys involved, but I got a prostate and all, so if you'd rather go for the other side, that's all yours as well." They're used to turning the downsides of their body into upsides, but honestly, they're pretty pleased with what they've got, and it's nothing that anyone who's gotten this far has ever had an issue with.
But just in case, they'll curl their fingers around his cock, brushing them over the head, and then lightly wandering their way along it, starting to explore.
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Date: 2021-10-21 06:29 pm (UTC)"I like that there are so many ways for me to play with you." On the word "play" he presses two fingers deep into them, hooking around to stroke their inner walls.
"Yes. I like that a lot." Rowan may easily detect the sincerity in that, judging by how Erik's cock jumps in their hand.
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Date: 2021-10-21 08:07 pm (UTC)With that thought, they set about stroking him properly, rubbing their fingers along his length. Their grip isn't too tight, but it's not teasing any more either. They move their fingertips from spot to spot, seeking out what he likes best, what draws the best sounds from his lips. "Mm, well, I'm sure there'll be time to find all of your favourites." They offer, with a gentle squeeze.
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Date: 2021-12-17 05:06 pm (UTC)"Plenty of time. Mmmmm." He hums a pleased noise as they set to stroking him, his breath hitching noticeably as they go lower on his shaft, close to his balls. "More there, if you please," he directs them, thrusting against their hand to encourage it.
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Date: 2021-12-24 06:22 am (UTC)Their breath comes in soft little gasps, moans and groans escaping with each one. They’re starting to squirm in Erik’s grasp, heart beat picking up as his hands work their own magic on them. It’s been too long since they were touched like this, and their body is as eager as ever, overruling any last hesitations in their mind.
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Date: 2022-02-16 04:15 pm (UTC)He grins against their chest as his fingers keep slowly working in and out of them, spreading into a wider and wider V as he draws out, stretching and testing their limits. Those small sounds are music in his ears, but it's nothing compared to the way their heartbeat quickens. He can just imagine how good they will taste with their blood flooded in lust. It will be worth the patience. But even that begins to wane.
He raises his chin up so that his lips will brush against their ear as he croons, "I can feel you squirming. Shall I fuck you now, dear Rowan?"
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Date: 2022-02-25 10:23 pm (UTC)His words draw out a low, needy whine, and they push into him. Eyes open to reveal that they’re dark with need, a shiver going down their spine. When they tilt their head invitingly and purr, “how do you want me?”, the only manipulation in their voice is that of their own desire. But a second later they come to their senses enough to release one hand from Erik’s cock and stroke a finger down his chest. “We’ll need lube and a condom.”
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Date: 2022-03-02 10:36 pm (UTC)"Call me a traditionalist," he says, already moving to push them down on their back, "But missionary suits me just fine. I'd like to keep you face-to-face."
As for their addendum, he barely bats an eye. Reaching to the night table, he lifts out a sealed foil packet and a small bottle of clear lube. "Not to fear, Max keeps his supplies at the ready. All in-date, I assure you."
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Date: 2022-03-02 10:50 pm (UTC)“I trust you.” They have to. It’s interesting that Max is the one who keeps them and not Erik, but that’s something to think about when they’re not so preoccupied.
Normally they’d offer to help with the condom, but already on their back it’s an awkward angle and they can’t do their usual trick of using their mouth, so instead they reach for the lube. If Erik doesn’t stop them they’ll squirt a good measure directly between their legs, moaning and arching their back at the sudden chill, before using their fingers to hold their lips open, obscenely welcoming him in.
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Date: 2022-03-10 03:46 pm (UTC)Can he dispute that they trust him if they are opening their body to him? No. But there are two kinds of trust. Trust not to harm is reasonable. But he doubts it amounts to real faith, yet. That part needs to be earned. This is only the beginning. But that is all the further he wishes to consider the matter when he has far more pleasant things to attend to.
Taking himself in hand while they reach for the lube, he makes no attempt to stop them. No, he's enjoying the show and the confidence they have. It's a simple motion for him to roll the condom on. Once it's properly seated, he reaches forward to collect some of the slick from between their parted legs to lather over his cock first, taking to heart their warning about proper lubrication. But after that, well, he can't stand to refuse such a welcome from them.
"You are a thing of beauty," he croons as he shifts forward until his tip is grazing between their lips. "Let's hear some more of those moans." With that, he presses in, gentle and slow but with insistent pressure. He intends to keep going until they either tell him to halt or he finds the deepest part of them.
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Date: 2022-03-20 05:13 am (UTC)Setting the lube aside, they settle back, moaning when the vampire leans over them and finally pressed down. Slim legs wrap around Erik’s waist, pulling him in with steady pressure as he’s welcomed into the most intimate part of them, warm and slick and tight around him. Rowan’s breath hitches, and they moan eagerly in the vampire’s ear. “Oh, fuck, yes!” And when their hips touch, Rowan uses their legs wrapped around Erik to tip themself forward a fraction, pulling him in just a fraction deeper with an eager groan.
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Date: 2022-04-04 06:53 pm (UTC)"Fuck, yes," he agrees with just as much enthusiasm.
With eyes still closed, he can enjoy the way their breath hitches, listen to the racing of their heart, and, best of all, hear the wet sounds they produce as he begins to draw out only to thrust back in. He sets a slow, leisurely pace at first, one that dares them to use those legs if they want it harder and faster.
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Date: 2022-04-05 01:06 pm (UTC)“Ah, yes!” There’s a sharp breath before they buck under him again, encouraging more.
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Date: 2022-06-04 12:07 am (UTC)"When we are like this," he says, leaning down close to husk in their ear as he increases the speed of his thrust, "Speak my first name. I want to hear 'Erik' on your lips."
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Date: 2022-06-04 01:24 am (UTC)For now, though, their only focus is on his movements, and the way he presses down into them to speak to them. There’s a shiver as his cold chest touches theirs, a gasp of warm air on his cheek as he speeds up. “Oh, fuck!” They moan, squirming with pleasure, matching his pace with the thrust of their hips to meet his. It’s been so long since they were properly fucked. Their fingers dig into his back, and they continue to meet each thrust with their hips,
“A-ah, Erik, Erik!” They grant him, losing control enough to tip their head back and expose their long throat to him - or what’s visible under the collar, anyway. Poor Max will certainly get an earful of that.
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Date: 2022-06-15 06:37 pm (UTC)And as his name flies out from their lips, and their head tips back to expose their throat, he does claim the moment. Without so much as slowing down the rapid rhythm of his hips, he rears down and sinks his fangs into the flesh just above where the collar sits, and behind their ear. It's quick and precise, two points of pain in a flood of pleasure. He can't say their name back to them, but he does moan obscenely as the first tang of blood hits his tongue. His lips close on them, sealing it in, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. And still, his thrusts never relent.
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Date: 2022-06-15 09:11 pm (UTC)But their blood is hearty, and almost too rich to drink deeply of, like a thick stew or a creamy soup. There’s a power in there as well, almost an adrenaline rush as Erik gets a taste of the wolf’s strength and connection to the world around them. As Brida promised, it’s more than any human’s blood could offer; a gift worth more than the goodwill of a new neighbour.
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Date: 2022-07-27 06:54 pm (UTC)But then, he starts to reach the crest of his own orgasm, and his eyelids flutter closed. A soft mewl of pleasure escapes his bloody lips and the movement of his hips ends with one last stuttering thrust. Buried deep in their delicious warmth, he shoots his load with such powerful force that it drags more desperate cries out of him, leaving him groaning softly as he comes down the other side of it.
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Date: 2022-07-28 12:09 am (UTC)Only as their orgasm fades do their eyes open again. That hungry look causes a shiver down their spine, but there’s only a fraction of a second before Erik comes, filling up the condom between them as he ruts deep into Rowan. The thought causes another shiver to go through them, and without noticing it, they lift their hips to meet his, milking him of the last few drops.
Only then does the tension in their form release, and they fall back into the bed, panting hard. “Mmmm…” They moan, exhausted, trying to find the strength to lift their hand to stroke Erik’s arm. They’re so spent, between the blood loss and still being in recovery; it leaves them light headed and limp, but humming with satisfaction. They also feel thoroughly possessed, and here in the afterglow, they find that they don’t mind that so much at all.
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Date: 2022-12-01 08:43 pm (UTC)He has enough awareness to draw himself out of them in time to keep the condom from spilling, quickly tugging it off and laying it aside for now. Then, on impulse in response to them stroking his arm, he slides it beneath them and gathers their limp form up, to cradle them close to his chest.
"I am glad to have you here in my home now, little Rowan," he coos softly into their ear. He's sure it's more than just the bliss talking.