[Of course any potential bite of the comment is surely dulled by her obvious physical agreement with the statement, and she shamelessly shifts her legs into Req's touch. Plus, while the rain pounds against the windows and roof, it is plenty inviting here by the fire, the plush pelt soft and warm beneath them.]
When I get to change shape again and getting lost gets us alone like this? Fuck yeah.
[ she squeezes her thighs, firm, one hand pressing down to drag her thumb up along her slit. she leans forward again, still smiling, to return to her previous action and press a warm kiss to her neck. ]
[and this trails into another groan, as she easily hitches up into that thumb, urging more pressure. Her hand buries itself into Req's hair somewhere, not forceful but present]
[Her only response is a low hrrrrrngh sort of sound as she (not particularly patiently) rocks up towards Req's fingers. There is plenty of moisture to catch, her entire body having long since started rolling out the welcome mat, as it were.
Nemesis easily angles her neck back to give Requiem more access, and her blood speeds with anticipation beneath her skin]
[ she gives a pleased hum against her skin, placing open-mouthed kisses
along her throat and dragging her fangs along her as she pulls back for
each new one.
The pad of her thumb rubs gently against her clit as her other fingers
press in, smoothing over and along the slippery flesh before pressing one
of those digits into that inviting warmth with a long, slow stroke, giving
her a moment or to to adjust (or maybe to just indulge in that warmth)
before adding the second. ]
[hushed, and she bites her lip at the stretch--at the twin scrapes of canines over her neck--breathes in shaky as she clutches desperately at Req's fingers. Her hand grips at Req's waist less tightly, but only by a little]
[ There's a moment's hesitation-- she fills the space with the slow stroke
of her fingers, rocking gently into her-- as she lightly nips at Nem's
neck. She's just... taking a second to get a better sense of her current
state; she doesn't seem nervous or uneasy at all, that's great, so she
presses her lips warmly to her throat and murmurs. ]
[A wobbly huff, and she raises an eyebrow, aiming for imperious and likely falling rather short]
Shouldn't you be asking me?
[Indeed, her tone lands much closer to breathlessly aroused, or even anticipatory. Requiem can feel Nem's pulse thrum around her fingers and under her fangs. The way she moves seems more anticipatory than anything, making an effort to relax her body and allow Req deeper--to slide the hand at Req's waist to squeeze encouragingly at her thigh, to turn her head to nuzzle into Req's hair with genuine, if distracted, warmth]
[ she laughs softly against her neck, pressing into the grip on her thigh that earns a perky little twitch against her leg from that new member. ]
Should I beg instead...? Mmm... baby-- baby, let me taste you... let me in you...
[ mouths against her neck as she speaks, fangs along her skin, her fingers easing in as Nem's muscles work against her and the pad of her thumb massaging up against her clit. ]
[ another breathless laugh, the rising heat of nem's body below her enough to make her shiver on its own-- and she parts her lips to sink those elongated fangs into the side of her neck.
of course this is a dream-- she's not really drinking her blood-- but she has enough of a memory of the times she has tasted it, droplets and kissing accidents here and there, to conjure up the flavor. and she's has the blood of others enough, at this point, to conjure up the heat and texture and the impossibly deep shade of red that was, with all those factors, so hard to replicate with pomegranates or cupcakes or nail polish.
her hand falters, between Nem's legs, movements distracted as she groans in helpless pleasure against her skin and drinks. ]
[Nemesis sucks in a breath and attempts to keep still--doesn't need imagination to conjure the feeling of being punctured in the neck, and remembers the look in Req's eyes at the memory of her turning enough that she's got a decent idea of what to expect. Though it doesn't hurt particularly--it's more of a slight, urgent tug at her toes and her fingertips, leading up and out, through her to Requiem. And that feels...ah.
A second breath and she closes her eyes and a heavy warmth oozes through her, tingling like a snake bite. The tension flows out of her frame--or at least, a tension flows out; the tug as Req drinks her in continues, but now it prickles all over her skin, especially tight across her chest and between her legs. Her knees go weak and she shudders back like the heroine on the cover of a romance novel; her legs splay open wantonly.
The feeling--the experience is, to say the least, intense, and she gives a soft cry as she squirms closer]
[ that noise definitely stirs something in her, hungry in more ways than
one; a little predatory and a little possessive, and she shifts to welcome
that squirming with her own body.
She nudges her legs up under Nem's even as she manages to remember to keep
her fingers moving, drawing in and out of her with long strokes and her
thumb working little circles around her clit. The tempo's a little off as
her focus drifts from blood to pleasuring her girl and back again, but she
manages to mostly keep on point, even as she adds the slow grind of her
hips between her legs, firm length rubbing up along the crease of her
thigh, to the mix.
... it's probably a minute or so before she does remember herself enough to
draw her fangs out with a soft grasp, closing her mouth over those
punctures as they heal up top keep from wasting even a drop. ]
[This is fine; Nemesis is lost enough in sensation herself that it's hard to know if the heady feeling is from the unsteady press of fingers within her and the hot, heavy length running frustratingly close, or from the strong pull of blood from her neck that leaves her limbs pleasantly heavy and Requiem's body warm to the touch--her warmth flowing through Req's veins or digestive system or however vampire anatomy works. Either way she digs her hands into Req's back and sees stars, clenching desperately around Req's fingers with another tiny, strained cry.]
[ she's certainly gotten that much warmer, yes. she groans, soft, trailing
her lips up under the edge of her jaw as her wings shudder at the grip
against her back, the firm squeeze of muscle against her fingers.
She's reluctant to draw them out, but she does-- slow, careful-- because
the hot need of her length is a bit more pressing at the moment; curls her
fingers, still wet with Nem's juices, around herself, pressing forward just
enough to rub the head along her in a smooth, firm motion, but hesitates,
because... well.
She's a little breathless, but now that her fangs aren't sunk into Nem's
flesh a little clarity returns, and she has enough in her to mutter: ]
[Nods, tugging Requiem into a somewhat sloppy though plenty enthusiastic kiss. Eventually it breaks because neither of them have regained quite enough breath for it, but it serves its purpose of buying enough time for Nem's head to if not stop spinning, at least be able to string a few words together. It's difficult with Req so warm, and even this close it's impossible not to want to be even closer. Her hands drift down to Req's hips and squeeze, shaky but firm.]
...Toldja I was close. ...Gonna haveta work harder to keep up.
[Her voice is slow and shivery, but even still twitching, she nudges herself closer, rubbing Req against her slick entrance]
[ Mutters the promise low against her lips, kissing her again-- and again,
and again, soft and breathless, her own hitching at the feel of that hot,
damp flesh against that sensitive head.
She doesn't indulge in that feeling for much longer, though, pressing
forward in against her until her length begins to sink in. She sucks in a
breath, eyes closed, and slowly continues; it's a bit thicker than her
slender fingers, to be sure, and Nem's comfort is more important than that
frankly delicious squeeze of heat surrounding her. ]
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she does press in against her, rocking firmly, pulling back from the kiss to release a shivery breath against her cheek. ]
... grod, what I wouldn't give to be in you right now.
[ but she trails her lips instead along her jaw, soft and slow. ]
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You--could...
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[ there's a freeze in her movements, interest clearly piqued, but after a moment she just casually continues to kiss along her neck, murmuring. ]
How d'ya figure?
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do i have a dream dick?? can i shapeshift again?? did i dream myself an outtie?? ]
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pulls back with a bit of a laugh and a lopsided grin, smoothing her hands back down to rub along the inside of Nem's thighs. ]
Heck yeah. This is like, the best day ever.
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[Of course any potential bite of the comment is surely dulled by her obvious physical agreement with the statement, and she shamelessly shifts her legs into Req's touch. Plus, while the rain pounds against the windows and roof, it is plenty inviting here by the fire, the plush pelt soft and warm beneath them.]
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[ she squeezes her thighs, firm, one hand pressing down to drag her thumb up along her slit. she leans forward again, still smiling, to return to her previous action and press a warm kiss to her neck. ]
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[and this trails into another groan, as she easily hitches up into that thumb, urging more pressure. Her hand buries itself into Req's hair somewhere, not forceful but present]
...S-so? Gonna spend some of it on me?
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[ she just rubs along her, smooth and gently, catching that moisture and dragging up as she circles her clit.
She mutters low against her neck, between kisses, starting under her jaw and slowly trailing down to the join of her shoulder. ]
Gotta be patient... m'not just shove into ya, that's rude. 'Sides, I gotta have dinner first...
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Nemesis easily angles her neck back to give Requiem more access, and her blood speeds with anticipation beneath her skin]
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[ she gives a pleased hum against her skin, placing open-mouthed kisses along her throat and dragging her fangs along her as she pulls back for each new one.
The pad of her thumb rubs gently against her clit as her other fingers press in, smoothing over and along the slippery flesh before pressing one of those digits into that inviting warmth with a long, slow stroke, giving her a moment or to to adjust (or maybe to just indulge in that warmth) before adding the second. ]
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[hushed, and she bites her lip at the stretch--at the twin scrapes of canines over her neck--breathes in shaky as she clutches desperately at Req's fingers. Her hand grips at Req's waist less tightly, but only by a little]
Marceline...
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[ There's a moment's hesitation-- she fills the space with the slow stroke of her fingers, rocking gently into her-- as she lightly nips at Nem's neck. She's just... taking a second to get a better sense of her current state; she doesn't seem nervous or uneasy at all, that's great, so she presses her lips warmly to her throat and murmurs. ]
Ask pretty, baby.
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Shouldn't you be asking me?
[Indeed, her tone lands much closer to breathlessly aroused, or even anticipatory. Requiem can feel Nem's pulse thrum around her fingers and under her fangs. The way she moves seems more anticipatory than anything, making an effort to relax her body and allow Req deeper--to slide the hand at Req's waist to squeeze encouragingly at her thigh, to turn her head to nuzzle into Req's hair with genuine, if distracted, warmth]
...But if you want it, you can take it.
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Should I beg instead...? Mmm... baby-- baby, let me taste you... let me in you...
[ mouths against her neck as she speaks, fangs along her skin, her fingers easing in as Nem's muscles work against her and the pad of her thumb massaging up against her clit. ]
Pleaaaase.
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Yyyes, fuck. H-urry, or I'll be done before you even get in here.
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of course this is a dream-- she's not really drinking her blood-- but she has enough of a memory of the times she has tasted it, droplets and kissing accidents here and there, to conjure up the flavor. and she's has the blood of others enough, at this point, to conjure up the heat and texture and the impossibly deep shade of red that was, with all those factors, so hard to replicate with pomegranates or cupcakes or nail polish.
her hand falters, between Nem's legs, movements distracted as she groans in helpless pleasure against her skin and drinks. ]
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A second breath and she closes her eyes and a heavy warmth oozes through her, tingling like a snake bite. The tension flows out of her frame--or at least, a tension flows out; the tug as Req drinks her in continues, but now it prickles all over her skin, especially tight across her chest and between her legs. Her knees go weak and she shudders back like the heroine on the cover of a romance novel; her legs splay open wantonly.
The feeling--the experience is, to say the least, intense, and she gives a soft cry as she squirms closer]
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[ that noise definitely stirs something in her, hungry in more ways than one; a little predatory and a little possessive, and she shifts to welcome that squirming with her own body.
She nudges her legs up under Nem's even as she manages to remember to keep her fingers moving, drawing in and out of her with long strokes and her thumb working little circles around her clit. The tempo's a little off as her focus drifts from blood to pleasuring her girl and back again, but she manages to mostly keep on point, even as she adds the slow grind of her hips between her legs, firm length rubbing up along the crease of her thigh, to the mix.
... it's probably a minute or so before she does remember herself enough to draw her fangs out with a soft grasp, closing her mouth over those punctures as they heal up top keep from wasting even a drop. ]
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[ she's certainly gotten that much warmer, yes. she groans, soft, trailing her lips up under the edge of her jaw as her wings shudder at the grip against her back, the firm squeeze of muscle against her fingers.
She's reluctant to draw them out, but she does-- slow, careful-- because the hot need of her length is a bit more pressing at the moment; curls her fingers, still wet with Nem's juices, around herself, pressing forward just enough to rub the head along her in a smooth, firm motion, but hesitates, because... well.
She's a little breathless, but now that her fangs aren't sunk into Nem's flesh a little clarity returns, and she has enough in her to mutter: ]
-- okay, Kitty...?
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...Toldja I was close. ...Gonna haveta work harder to keep up.
[Her voice is slow and shivery, but even still twitching, she nudges herself closer, rubbing Req against her slick entrance]
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... give you a better one.
[ Mutters the promise low against her lips, kissing her again-- and again, and again, soft and breathless, her own hitching at the feel of that hot, damp flesh against that sensitive head.
She doesn't indulge in that feeling for much longer, though, pressing forward in against her until her length begins to sink in. She sucks in a breath, eyes closed, and slowly continues; it's a bit thicker than her slender fingers, to be sure, and Nem's comfort is more important than that frankly delicious squeeze of heat surrounding her. ]
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